thinking about yelena teaching bob russian. he’d be a perfectionist about it because he really wants to hold conversation with her in russian. he wants to feel like they have their own secret language.
one day alexei catches him saying something over and over in russian as he’s doing the dishes, he vaguely makes out that he’s trying to say he wants to go out and has to stop the protective papa bear in him from going crazy when he realises bob is rehearsing how to ask yelena out in russian.
I'm telling yall right now, if Anthony Mackies Captain America movie flops cause yall are boycotting for some dumb fuck reason, yall aren't just hurting that one actor. Marvel isn't gonna look at the failure of a film and think "oh wow, if only we hadn't hired that one person" they're gonna look at the failure and say that Anthony Mackie can't carry a movie. Always, always, always a supporting actor. Go see the movie. The money from your ticket isn't gonna ruin the career of the actor you want it to hurt, but it will hurt the career of Anthony Mackie, who deserves his moment as Captain America and as leading man in his own movie. I understand everyone wants to boycott everything now for whatever reason, but consider how hard Anthony Mackie has fought to make it to the center of the stage. Don't hurt his career like this.
Captain America: Brave New World is a great movie with a powerful message about technology, the dangers of propaganda and subliminal messaging, and second chances. This is one of the MCU's most political films ever made, and the metaphors aren't subtle. The movie features an Israeli antihero who had to be heavily retconned because in the comics Ruth Bat-Saraph was originally an Israeli hero and ex-Mossad agent. The character was first introduced to the Marvelverse in the 1980s and hopefully, I am not overstepping too much by pointing out
That Marvel Comics was built by Jewish progressives who all had their own sometimes very wrong opinions regarding Zionism. The people writing these books are just that -- people. They are only human and sometimes humans fuck up, and this won't be the first or the last time Marvel has put out some cringey shit.
It turns out, though, that Marvel does have a Palestinian character called Navid Hashim AKA the Arabian Knight. So maybe there is a chance we will see him on the big screen one day. We can always campaign for that because Marvel has always been pretty good at listening to their fans for the most part.
8 appearance(s) of Navid Hashim (Earth-616) 5 appearance(s) in handbook(s) of Navid Hashim (Earth-616) 1 mention(s) of Navid Hashim (Earth-6
All that aside, the movie is extremely left-leaning and there were some fantastic fight scenes. Marvel seems to have finally found the right balance of fun and gore. Because there was a surprising amount of bloodshed in this movie, although not so much that it looked like a horror film. Its just that we got to see our heroes bleed for once. It is easy to tell, though, that the filmmakers wanted the film to be intense but not so much that it would frighten away younger viewers. And I think they nailed it.
Anthony Mackie also did a great job as Sam Wilson. The character felt way more three-dimensional, and I think the movie touched on the racial politics in a way that won't alienate centrist audiences. It was also great to see some of the characters from Falcon & The Winter Soldier return because they are some of the most interesting characters to have debuted in a while. I was hoping for more from Giancarlo Esposito's character, but it's still great to see him in the MCU.
Taking these things into consideration, I think Brave New World is a solid eight of ten stars. That's just because it was a great movie, a very fun movie, but I am not sure that I love the ending. Even though it does sort of drive home the point that Sam is just a human being who happens to be the epitome of Black excellence and it does help to keep the story going and expand the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Still part of me is just like, really, is this a good idea?
Hey, though, this is still good news because the next phase of the MCU is off to a solid start and after watching Brave New World, I am feeling a lot better about Thunderbolts* coming out in May.
a/n: i didn't have room to mention it but this was totally loki's fault btw (never trust a loki when there's mistletoe)
They’re like weeds, Steve thinks with an exasperated huff, seasonal parasites that apparently love to follow him wherever he goes; all day long, branches of mistletoe have appeared hanging from doorframes and lampshades and even one of the helicarriers. He’d normally blame Tony or Sam for this, because judging by their shit-eating grins they at least know something, but he’s gotten stuck with Pepper, too, which got him a holler—it was a kiss on the cheek, for crying out loud.
Anyway, the point is that this has been going on for hours and he’s starting to suspect that there’s something supernatural about this infestation and someone should look into this as soon as possible, actually, because there might be some nefarious intent behind it and—
"Steve, you’re stalling," you grin, your gaze flitting between his face and somewhere above his head where he knows, he knows there’s another one of the damn things but he doesn’t want to look up. The alternative, though, is continuing to stare at you, which doesn’t make things better at all and he should really stop doing that and get his shit together pronto and, god, is he blushing?
"We don’t," he starts and has to clear his throat immediately when you take a step closer, "we don’t have to if you don’t, uhm—"
Your hand comes up to his cheek and his voice gives out as you press your lips right next to the corner of his mouth, lingering just long enough for his mind to go blank; and so, when you move away from him again, he catches your chin between his fingers, your smile steady as his heartbeat rushes wildly in his ears, and then he leans in again.
fluffy drabble request: going to a winter market with steve? 🥺
keep me warm
pairing: steve rogers x f!reader
word count: 476
warnings: wintery fluff and nothing else 💛 please note that my blog is rated 18+. minors dni. ageless/empty blogs will be blocked without warning.
a/n: i literally just went to my first market of the season earlier today and absolutely loved it 💛 also i listened to keep warm by drew sarich a lot while writing this
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"You didn’t tell me there was a ferris wheel!"
Steve smiles to himself as you tug on his arm again, urging him along towards the far side of the market. The cold air smells like sugar and cinnamon, and a pleasant hum of chatter surrounds the two of you as you pass through the maze of stands.
"I thought you’re just here for the food," he reminds you and you tut at him.
"That’s because you didn’t tell me there was a ferris wheel." You crane your neck. "D’you reckon that’s the line?"
He follows your line of sight past the booths selling scented candles and mulled wine. "I think that’s for those crêpes on the right."
"Perfect."
Immediately, you pick up your pace. Steve just manages to catch your hand in his before you run off and he loses you in the crowd. Your fingers interlace with his automatically, and even though you’ve done it hundreds of times before, it never fails to make a wave of fondness wash through his chest.
"You want to go right now, don’t you?"
"Pleeease," you grin. "You can choose the next thing."
"They haven’t even turned all the lights on yet," he argues half-heartedly. He’s not actually about to deny you when you’re this excited, no matter how he’s planned out this evening in his head.
"We’ll just have to go for another round later," you reply with your most innocent face, and he rolls his eyes fondly.
You pass a child eating a hash brown the size of their head who’s looking at Steve with wide eyes. He tucks his hat down a little, giving the kid a wink.
"Oh, that’s how it is?" he says as you round the corner, the actual queue for the ride coming into view.
"Yes," you tell him happily. "Well, if they let me back on. I still fully intend to eat my weight in funnel cake and potatoes."
"I expect nothing less." He leans closer to your ear as you’re walking, adding, "And I’m not above using my cap card if it means we’ll get to see the lights."
"See, this is one of the reasons I love you," you say, squeezing his hand as you settle into the line.
Honest to god, Steve’s never going to get sick of hearing you say those words. That little felt box is burning a hole into his pocket. Patience, he tells himself. Don’t just blurt it out.
And then you lean back against his chest as you wait, pressing a kiss to the palm of his hand, and Steve … well, Steve doesn’t think he’s ever been this perfectly content before in his life. So if he maybe whispers his question a couple of hours earlier than he’d planned, his arms wrapped around you to keep you warm, well, who could blame him?
pairing: CATWS era!Steve Rogers x SHIELD agent!female reader
summary: sometimes being on Captain America's SHIELD team is a test of your endurance
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, piv sex, very light spanking, dirty talk, praise kink, unprofessional workplace behavior, semi-public sex, team leader/team member relationship, established relationship
word count: 765
a/n: so i didn't have any firm plans to post for @catws-anniversary but this idea popped into my head today for the march 26 prompt "endurance" and i managed to write a little drabble on my lunch break so here ya go! 😅 hope y'all enjoy!!
“C’mon rookie, don’t give up on me now!”
You shot Steve Rogers—aka Captain America, aka the Star-Spangled Man, aka your ruthless drill sergeant of a team leader—the most withering glare you could muster, but it turned out to be a mistake.
In the split second your focus was distracted, Natasha Romanoff swept your legs out from under you and you fell. You landed with a soft “oof” on the training mats in the Triskelion’s gym where Steve was leading the whole team in sparring training.
To your misfortune, you’d been paired up with Nat instead of Rumlow or Rollins, which you suspected was because you’d wiped the floor with both men the last time you’d sparred with them. Still, you didn’t think it was fair to be paired with Nat since she’d had far more extensive training as a Black Widow than you’d had as a SHIELD agent.
But you weren’t one to complain. Much.
“Not all of us have the endurance of a super-soldier, captain,” you grumbled, slowly getting to your feet and shaking out your trembling muscles. You’d been sparring against Nat all afternoon and even the Black Widow was starting to show signs she was flagging.
As you bounced reluctantly on the balls of your feet, mentally and physically preparing yourself to go again, Steve tapped Nat on the shoulder. She heaved a sigh of relief, walking off the mats to collapse on a workout bench with her water bottle.
You watched with a sense of dread as Captain America himself stepped up to face you. Before you could protest, Steve raised his hands, curling them in a challenging gesture. His damnable blue eyes were sparkling with mischief.
“Alright, sweetheart,” Steve rumbled, his voice low and only for you, using the pet name he knew would make you angry. You hated how condescending it felt, especially in professional settings, and it worked to energize you with fury. “Show me ya got what it takes to be on my team.”
With an impressive battle cry, you launched yourself at Captain America, showing him exactly how much you had what it took for his team.
“C’mon rookie, don’t give up on me now!”
The cracking sound of Steve Rogers’ palm connecting with your bare ass cheek echoed off the tile of the empty locker room.
The rest of your SHIELD team was long gone, but your private session with Captain America had only just begun. Your bodies came together with just as much vigor as when you’d sparred, though you were having much more fun.
Your gaze collided with Steve’s, a grin tugging at the corners of your mouth even as you cut a glare at the man beneath you. He was an enhanced super-soldier, barely breathing harder and with plenty of energy to spare, but he’d insisted you get on top of him. And you couldn’t deny your captain.
Your knees were planted on the wooden bench on either side of Captain America’s ass, your hands clinging to his shoulders for leverage as you bounced on his thick cock. Steve wore a wolfish grin and nothing else as he watched you work your bared body up and down on his dick, spanking your ass whenever you slowed down too much.
“Not all of us have the endurance of a super-soldier, captain,” you huffed, your thighs trembling as you rose up, feeling every inch of his hard length as it dragged against your inner walls. When only the tip was left inside your grasping hole, you slammed down on his lap, your pleasured groans bouncing loudly off the walls of the locker room.
As you fucked yourself on Captain America’s cock, riding him as hard as you could with your muscles still aching and exhausted from sparring, Steve grabbed your ass, kneading your soft flesh and pulling a helpless whimper from you. Using his heightened strength, Steve lifted you up his stiff length before dragging you back down, helping you grind your clit against the place where your bodies joined, pushing you closer and closer to the edge of your release.
“Alright, sweetheart,” he rumbled, his voice low and only for you, using the pet name he knew made you melt when the two of you were alone. His gaze caught yours, his damnable blue eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. “Show me ya got what it takes to be my good girl.”
With a desperate moan, you worked your body harder and bounced on Captain America’s cock, showing him exactly how much of a good girl you could be for him.
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