I'm crying. Someone asked what's SO racist about Stucky that SamBucky fans keep calling them racist. And THAT is the most racist thing they've mentioned 😂😂😂😂
Man, if that were something that meant racism, the world would be a beautiful and completely problem-free place…
Oh, I know I'm about to get in trouble again with this, but whatever…
Let me start by saying that yes, I know there are racist individuals among Stucky fans. Because they exist everywhere. But that doesn't mean that just because a certain % is like that, we have to assume that ALL of them are.
Most people I know are perfectly normal. I'll go further – there are ALSO racists among SamBucky fans. But thankfully, most of us are normal, right?
(And yes, I know I'll be seeing screenshots of this on X, distorting the context, but...)
My controversial opinion?
Apart from the very subjective language used to portray these things, I don't see anything strictly racist in it.
This is absolutely normal , typical behavior in every fandom I know. Seriously. I guarantee that the fact that Sam is black is completely irrelevant in this case, because people would do it no matter what. It ALWAYS has been. For as long as fandoms have existed, people have made certain characters into mean bitches just to break up the canon/popular couple and pair their favorite character with their OC/thetr second favorite character. Always. For example, FrostIron/Stony fans sometimes make Pepper into a mean bitch who breaks up with Tony so Loki/Steve can comfort him. Stucky fans did the same to Staron, making her into the bitch Steve hated. It's typical things in fandoms.
God, a dozen or so years ago, a classmate in school showed me fanfiction on onet.pl where Taylor Swift was a huge bitch so that Joe Jonas' character in "Camp Rock" could get together with the main character. (I checked - it was 18 years ago. God, I'm old. And yeah, I remember this awful thing…)
Good? No. But it happens regardless of the character's skin color or background.
And just because I don't see, never have and never will see any hype in SamBucky doesn't mean I'm racist, but because it's not to my taste. It's... just this. I don't see hype in it, just like I don't see it in Stony, FrostIron, BruceThor, IronStrange or other popular ships. And it's not something I HAVE to do, because just because YOU and a few other people like something doesn't mean it's mandatory…
And for braking up... They're also doing it themselves, because for example, I've seen fics tagged "Stucky" where Steve simply rapes or hurt Bucky so he can go to Sam for help, so that awful Stucky breaks up and SamBucky becomes endgame. That's okay, i guess…?
And I'm really sorry, but with these "after Endgame, Stucky MUST be replaced with SamBucky" posts, Sam's fans are making him a replacement for Steve ourslaves, equating the fact that if Steve left, he should be replaced by Sam in every other area of life. They're doing this to themselves.
AND
Someone who says Bucky is racist is not a Stucky fan. Because to be a Stucky fan, you have to be a Bucky fan. And no Bucky fan would say Bucky is racist.
And besides, let me remind you that Bucky's best friends during WWII were: the chronically ill son of catholic Irish immigrants, a black man and a Japanese man. He was so rasist...
And finally, I would like to add that I am sorry that there are unfortunately many people who are causing negative PR for SamBucky with their behavior. Sam himself is also affected, because, trolls aside, "fans" who spread hate against innocent children of real people will never create good advertising to his character.
I love writing fan fiction, man. When I say I'm writing post-CA:WS Stucky fan fiction, people just expect big drama and tears, but here I am writing this:
Steve looked at Sam in complete confusion. Or maybe he understood, but was too stunned by how bluntly Sam was saying all of it.
“Steve, he’s… He’s a duckling right now.” Sam said after a moment.
And Steve...
“What…?”
Even if he’d wanted to, he couldn’t have hidden how absurd that sounded to him.
“Bucky isn’t...”
“He is a duckling.” Sam repeated calmly, as if that somehow made perfect sense. “And he’s learning how to swim. Maybe it sounds stupid to you, Steve, but right now he’s as vulnerable as a little duckling learning everything about life by watching its mother duck. And that’s you.” He pointed a finger at him.
Steve still felt like he wasn’t following, probably because of how bizarrely colorful the comparison was.
“And it’s up to you to show him how to stay afloat properly… Because, man…” Sam admitted quietly, “I’m scared both of you are gonna drown. The weight’s gonna drag you both under.”
“I can handle it" Steve said with a conviction that sounded far less certain than it should have.
Well, I tried to translate the first chapter of… well, about eighty I currently have written. The story currently runs 267,840 words and is being translated from my native language, so please point out any mistakes, as English is not my native language :)
This is the first chapter, and I'm curious if anyone would be interested in reading it so I can get serious about it and upload it to AO3 and maybe Wattpad. The story spans from 1945 to the events after CA:TWS, exploring Bucky's entire past, his relationship with Steve and how Bucky must relearn how to be human again and love Steve agian.
The initial chapters may seem disjointed due to their fragmented scenes, but that's intentional. It's not meant to have coherence, just as time doesn't for Bucky. The format will change over time.
***
Once, he thought he knew hunger.
Back then, after they pulled him out of Azzano, he spent most of his time half-starved, always hungry, always living with that unbearable hollow ache gnawing at his stomach - an ache he eventually learned to ignore. He hadn’t had a choice. He couldn’t just… No… Yes, he had thought he understood hunger. But he’d been forced to reconsider.
He didn’t know what he had done this time, what they were punishing him for, why Lukin had left him again. He had tried to obey. He hadn’t caused problems anymore; he didn’t even scream now. He wasn’t stupid or naive enough to think that would help. He knew fighting only made things worse. He didn’t cooperate with them, but he didn’t fight anymore either. Not anymore. He had become passive. Maybe that was what angered them. He should’ve realized sooner. They had enjoyed watching him fight back. Even weakened, he had still been strong, but they always knew how to deal with that, how to remind him who was truly stronger here. And it certainly wasn’t him. But once he stopped fighting, once the game stopped being entertaining, they no longer needed him. He had already sung them every song they wanted to hear. He had no value left.
No one was coming for him anymore. He was dead.
They wanted to break him. They wanted to kill him. And they were doing it systematically. Every day there was less of him left; he could see nearly every bone pushing visibly against his yellowed, swollen skin. Whenever he pressed claw-like fingers into it, deep indentations remained. Lately, though, he no longer even had the strength for that. Now he understood what real hunger was. It wouldn’t let him think, wouldn’t let him sleep, wouldn’t let him live, but it wouldn’t let him die either. His body rebelled against him, refusing to let go, leaving him trapped somewhere between existence and death. Earthly remains. That was what he was now. He didn’t know what he had done to deserve a death like this. He wasn’t stupid; he knew exactly what was happening to him. He knew his body would slowly begin devouring itself. He knew starvation was a slow death. Why couldn’t they just kill him? Go too far one day, damage him badly enough to decide he wasn’t worth keeping alive anymore? Maybe then they would take pity on him, shoot him in the head, inject something into his heart, finally let him rest. What had he done wrong? He had tried. He had done almost everything he could to stop Lukin from leaving him again, but it hadn’t worked. He had only made things worse. Almost… He had done too little. He had been too ungrateful. Yes. That was it.
He pressed his forehead harder against the cold concrete floor when the cell door opened and light spilled inside. It wasn’t bright, more dull and muted than anything else, but it blinded him anyway. He would’ve thrown up if he’d had anything left in him. He didn’t lift his head or look up, not even after the direct order. He didn’t have the strength to move anymore, not even with punishment hanging over him. Maybe if they beat him, he’d die faster. Still, he cracked his eyes open slightly and froze at the sight of approaching legs, razor-creased trousers, and polished black shoes, familiar shoes. Was he hallucinating?
He felt someone grab his face and tilt it upward. He didn’t fight it. Didn’t resist. He didn’t have the strength to protest anymore. His eyes widened in shock, and suddenly he wanted to sob like a child the moment he saw Lukin’s face above him. He came back. He came back, forgave him, and would take him out of here, wouldn’t let him waste away, rot, and die here. He came back and spoke to him, though Bucky couldn’t understand the words. He still couldn’t understand him, forcing Lukin to use that language, the one he hated, despised. How could he be so selfish?
— Oh, kotyonok… and you see what they do to you whenever I leave you alone?
Hands hauled him upward and forced him into a sitting position with his back against the freezing concrete wall. The sudden movement made his head spin so violently he barely managed to suppress the dry heaves wracking his empty stomach. He didn’t answer. Didn’t look Lukin in the eye. Didn’t look at him at all. Didn’t look at anyone. He couldn’t do anything wrong again. Otherwise Lukin would leave him again, leave him alone with them. They would leave him here again. He couldn’t make a mistake.
— Are you hungry?
He dragged his tongue over cracked lips. He couldn’t make a mistake.
— I will eat if you decide I should eat — he recited mechanically, choking slightly on the last word. He wanted to vomit. Lukin patted the side of his head, apparently pleased with the answer.
— Very good. You’re finally beginning to learn. Perhaps we’ll manage to purge all that American rot from you after all.
Lukin tapped his temple once more before stepping away, but before Bucky could react, before he could make a mistake by lunging after him in panic, something was shoved into his hands while something else clattered onto the floor beside him. The smell alone made his stomach lurch into his throat. The object pressed into his hands turned out to be a cup of still-warm coffee - coffee, coffee, real coffee - which he immediately clutched against his chest protectively before even glancing at the tray beside him. A bowl of something resembling stew and bread, roughly a quarter loaf, he estimated.
He didn’t understand. Was this a test? Yes, it had to be a test.
But he was hungry.
No.
— You need to gain weight. Otherwise you’ll never build muscle — Lukin said before the door closed behind him.
For several hours, he didn’t dare touch the food.
***
One day, they threw a newspaper into his cell and told him Captain America was dead.
Bucky didn’t believe them.
He didn’t believe them. Of course he didn’t, because they were fucking lying. They had to be lying, because Steve was alive. Steve would never leave like that. Steve would come for him… Steve would come. He already had once, back when it should’ve been impossible, because if anyone in the world could do the impossible, it was Steve. Bucky just had to… he just had to hold on. One more day. Just one more, and then another, and...
They threw in another paper with an even bolder headline, and then they told him that if he wanted, they could show him the footage. It had been a global event. The whole world mourning its hero. They talked about it as casually as if they were discussing the weather. As if it meant nothing.
Bucky didn’t believe them.
One day they dragged him out of his cell by the legs and told him Doctor Lukin wanted to see him.
Lukin held him by the jaw and forced his face toward the footage playing endlessly on the projector screen. Again and again and again. Bucky no longer knew how long it had been running. Time had stopped meaning anything; everything had blurred together into one endless stretch of existence. It didn’t matter whether it was day or night anymore. Nothing mattered. Everything in this place would always remain the same. The sun would never rise here.
Bucky didn’t believe them.
And yet once again he watched the coffin being lowered into the ground. He couldn’t look away no matter how desperately he wanted to. Even though the speeches barely reached him anymore, he knew he could recite every single word by heart.
— So, my dear… do you still think your Captain is coming to save you?
It felt as though someone had torn his heart straight out of his chest.
Bucky didn’t… he...
When they finally dragged him back into his cell, he stared blankly at the black-and-white newspapers scattered across the floor. It felt like lifting one took an entire lifetime, and reading the words took even longer. Understanding them. Accepting them. He tore the papers apart as violently as he could with one hand, his teeth, and his legs, then hurled the scraps across the cell while screaming into the emptiness.
Steve Rogers is dead.
Steve is dead.
Steve…
The words didn’t sound real. They sounded blasphemous. Like a lie no one should’ve been allowed to say out loud.
A strange, strangled sound clawed its way out of his throat, like he was trying to speak but couldn’t force air into his lungs. Every pulse of his heartbeat felt like it was splitting him apart from the inside. He ignored the tears he’d managed to hold back until now, or maybe they simply hadn’t come before because of the shock, because of that hollow denial numbing everything inside him. Bucky didn’t want to believe them, but he had seen it. He knew. And he...
The tears came hot and silent, painfully real as they slid down his cheeks, leaving streaks through the grime on his skin. He cried in a way he hadn’t cried since childhood. Not like a soldier. Not like… He cried like someone who had lost half his soul.
In his heart, Steve had always been more than… more than Bucky could ever put into words. He was home. He was like a missing piece of Bucky himself, something carved out of his own body and made to fit perfectly beside him until they became one whole thing together, and without him nothing made sense anymore. Every touch, every memory, every night beside a fire and every whispered conversation in the dark came rushing back with crushing force.
He wanted to say Steve’s name, but it felt impossible somehow. Like he wasn’t allowed. Like he physically couldn’t...
He curled up on the concrete floor, wrapping his remaining arm around himself as the sobs finally overtook him.
***
Every day, they reminded him Captain America was dead.
Where is your Captain now? they would ask while dragging him from his cell. At the bottom of the ocean, Bucky thought. He fought them and spat at them even when they slammed him onto the floor with a boot pressed against his throat, as though the mere mention of Steve filled him with fresh fury. He’s not coming for you, they told him while kicking him, yanking him around by the hair, tightening restraints around his body and strapping him down. No one is coming for you.
Steve would have come.
Steve would have come for him. He never would’ve left him in a place like this if he’d known, if he’d been able. But the truth was that he couldn’t, because Steve had flown a fucking plane into the goddamn ocean to save the world, because that was who Steve was. But Steve would have come. He would’ve wanted to. He just couldn’t.
Steve thought you were dead, his own mind whispered back at him. He watched you fall and fall and fall, and he thought you were dead. He couldn’t search for a dead man in the middle of a war. Why would he go looking for a corpse?
Steve died believing Bucky was already dead. And Bucky wished he’d died with him. They should’ve gone to the grave together. They lived together. They should’ve died together.
Where is your Captain now? they asked.
Far away from here. Thank God. Even if the thought itself was blasphemous, because Steve deserved life more than anyone else alive. He deserved miracles and resurrection more than anyone else—more than Jesus Christ himself—because there had never been anyone as good, as perfect, as Steve Rogers. Even if it was blasphemy, Bucky still thought death would’ve been kinder than this.
Where is your Captain now? they asked again.
Far away from you bastards, Bucky thought. Or maybe he said it aloud. Maybe he only realized he’d spoken when the metal rod smashed into his face. He felt the bone in his cheek crack beneath the blow and collapsed immediately, unable to catch himself with only one arm and the useless stump where his left shoulder ended.
He’s not here. Steve’s gone, Bucky thought while they dragged him upright again, wrenching his arm in ways it was never meant to bend. The horror of it forced something almost like laughter out of him—or maybe it was sobbing—and the blood in his mouth tasted equally like disgust and defeat.
Steve isn’t here.
Thank God.
The next hit knocked him down again.
After that, they stopped trying to pull him back up.
Steve, he wondered, even though he already knew the answer to the questions clawing through his mind. Steve, how could you leave me here? Why didn’t you take me with you?
— Well… you died, — Steve answered sadly from somewhere above him. Bucky knew Steve wasn’t really there. He was just losing his mind. — What was I supposed to do?
Bucky looked up at him, and Steve shrugged. Small. Skinny. The Captain America uniform hanging loose off his body. Bucky blinked, and Steve wasn’t there anymore.
Of course he wasn’t.
Steve was dead.
***
And he healed.
Far too quickly, though still not as quickly as Steve would have. Whatever Zola had done to him worked well enough to keep him alive, to force his bones and wounds to mend with terrifying speed. He still wasn’t Steve, but then again Steve had never become something this starved and skeletal.
Bucky healed. And that frightened him almost as much as the fear curling through him every time someone other than Lukin appeared in the doorway of his cell.
Oh, kotyonok… and you see what they do to you whenever I leave you alone?
Steve had left him too.
Because Steve was fucking dead.
Bucky wished he was buried beside him.
***
Sometimes they fed him several times a day. Sometimes once. Sometimes no one came at all for days, maybe weeks. He couldn’t tell anymore, because nothing in this place made sense—not time, not routine, not anything. It felt like at least a week had passed since the last time the cell door opened.
The relief he felt when Lukin stepped inside disgusted him.
— It needs to be cleaned — Lukin told the guards following behind him.
It took Bucky a moment to understand not only the words themselves, but the fact that Lukin meant him.
He didn’t even fight when they hauled him to his feet. Something about it felt wrong immediately, because they weren’t dragging him by the legs this time, and Lukin stayed beside him the entire walk through the twisting corridors. The concrete burned cold beneath his bare feet, and they moved too quickly for him to keep up, but he had no chance to stop. Not until they shoved him into a freezing tiled room lined with drains in the floor.
They could’ve brought him here earlier. Would’ve saved them the trouble of scrubbing his blood off the concrete.
— Strip it and wash it — Lukin ordered with a dismissive wave toward Bucky before speaking several more words Bucky no longer understood.
Bucky spoke before he could stop himself.
— What…?
Lukin gave him an almost disappointed look, and one of the guards struck him across the face. He staggered but didn’t fall, held upright by their grip.
— Oh, kotyonok… I thought you were finally learning.
Something in Lukin’s expression kept Bucky from resisting when they ripped the filthy sweater from his body and dragged his pants off after it. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had the chance to bathe. Months ago, probably. Long enough that he’d stopped caring. Long enough that he no longer cared about standing here completely naked.
When they shoved him against the freezing tiled wall, he had to brace himself against it just to stay upright on trembling legs.
They pinned him there. One guard holding him from the left, another from the right. Bucky’s heart began beating far too quickly the moment he noticed them uncoiling the hose.
— Wait… wait!
This time no one hit him for protesting out loud, but the blast of freezing water slammed into his chest hard enough to rip the breath from his lungs. He screamed, maybe in protest, maybe purely from shock, and tried instinctively to twist away, curl inward, escape somehow, but the guards held him there while the freezing stream battered his body for what felt like an eternity.
Lukin stood at a safe distance watching him, quietly reminding him to stay still.
By the time the water finally stopped, Bucky was so numb from the cold he could barely feel anything at all. The moment they released him, he collapsed, but they hauled him upright again immediately. He was so numb he barely registered the rough hands scrubbing at his skin afterward, washing him with something chemical-smelling that burned into the half-healed wounds scattered across his body.
They scrubbed him clean, shaved him, and cut his hair so roughly he thought for a moment they were going to scalp him.
— Don’t move — Lukin reminded him before they grabbed the hose again.
He couldn’t. He wasn’t trying to run anymore, he physically couldn’t, but his body still trembled violently against the freezing stream that left bruises blooming beneath his skin.
But this time he stayed standing when they let him go.
— Good.
Lukin sounded approving. Like Bucky had accomplished something worth praise. As though there was something to be proud of in standing naked beneath too many watching eyes. Bucky couldn’t focus enough to understand what Lukin was saying to the guards anymore. The only word that reached him was clothes.
Lukin seemed pleased. And that meant maybe he’d come back tomorrow. And if he came back, maybe he wouldn’t leave Bucky alone with the guards.
That thought made him sick.
Part of him wanted Lukin to leave him with them. Maybe eventually they’d beat him badly enough to finally kill him. But another part of him was terrified of being left alone with them, because when Lukin was there the pain was less.
Bucky flinched harder at his own thoughts than at the guards touching him. He flinched because he understood exactly what was happening inside his own head. He understood the slow changes taking root there, and he was disgusted by them, because he knew he was sliding farther and farther down a path that led nowhere except deeper ruin.
When the guards dragged him out of the room, all Bucky could think was that Steve would’ve found a way out already. Steve would’ve kept fighting. Steve never would’ve allowed thoughts this pathetic to settle inside his head.
But Steve wasn’t here anymore. Steve wasn’t anywhere anymore.
There was only Bucky, too numb to react to anything happening around him, feeling nothing except the freezing cold buried deep in his bones.
I wish you were here, Steve, Bucky thought desperately, trying to smother the fear clawing through him. But at the same time, thank God you aren’t. Thank God you aren’t here.
Because he knew that if Steve had been here with him, they would’ve found a way out together.
Long before Bucky ever started learning how to survive by accepting he might never leave this place at all.
Human remains (3242 words) by N_rilliree
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Chris Evans Movies)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Hydra Agents, James "Bucky" Barnes/Original Character(s), James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Natasha Romanov
Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Aleksander Lukin, Vasily Karpov, Alexander Pierce, Arnim Zola, Brock Rumlow, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanov, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Clint Barton
Additional Tags: Post-Movie: Captain America: The First Avenger (2011), Post-Movie: Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014), Set Between Movie: Captain America: The First Avenger (2011) and Movie: Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014), Pre-Movie: Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014), Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes's Winter Soldier Trigger Words, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Bucky Barnes Feels, Hurt Bucky Barnes, Body Horror, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Medical Horror, Blood and Gore, Torture, Objectification, Dehumanization, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Rape, Rape/Non-con Elements, Violence, Traumatized Bucky Barnes
Summary:
He was an Asset. A Weapon. And the weapon had no name, only a designation.
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The story spans from 1945 to the events after CA:TWS, exploring Bucky's entire past, his relationship with Steve and how Bucky must relearn how to be human.
Okay so didnt expect my first ever on Tumblr to be this but here we go. @nrilliree wrote amazing fanfiction about Stucky and in general Bucky Barnes that I read in Polish. And I got inspired by the scene that you can read in her post so I did some fanart because it reminded me about the duck with a knife meme 🤣 So here it is. I am not a pro artist by the way in any means. Also to do this art I use alcohol markers.
"John murdered an innocent man."
"Nico had nothing to do with Lemar's death."
It's 2025 and some people (especially fans of one particular character) are still so blinded by their hatred of John that they continue to distort what actually happened.
Nico is not an innocent man. He is a terrorist involved in the deaths of many people. He is a terrorist directly involved in Lemar's murder. He is a man who actively participated in attempted murder of John.
Nico is not an innocent man. He's a terrorist and a super-soldier who actively heldJohn when Karli tried to murder him. She would have done this if Lemar hadn't defended John, who was unable to react, because Nico was held him! Nico was held him and that was a direct factor in John's inability to take action that could have saved his and Lemar's lives.
Karli murdered Lemar, but Nico was complicit!
Do people in 2025 really still watch the show with their eyes closed?
I will never cease to be impressed by what happened in that scene.
Bucky was completely lost, terrified and in pain. Not only mentally, but physically as well. His prosthetic arm was damaged, his human arm was ripped from its socket and his ribs were likely broken from the weight of the beam that had crushed him. He jumped dozens, if not hundreds of meters into the water where the Helicarriers were falling and with both arms damaged he found the strength to not only to swim, but also to pull Steve to the surface and tow him to shore, which was far, far away.
Do you know how impressive that is?
It's not just physical strength, as Hydra likely pushed him beyond his limits many times, but the mental strength he found within himself at that moment. And how much he loved Steve Rogers to bring to do it. Platonic or romantic, however you prefer to interpret it.
I will always be impressed by this, even now, 12 years later.
Maybe… If Bucky takes a souvenir back from the Potomac?;;; (/□＼*)・゜
(also have this old embarrassing excerpt… thing??? from an accompanying fic for this prompt that I would love to finish writing some day. There is no beginning or end yet, because I have no idea how to write anything except straight-up gay emotions.)
idgaf. endgame steve rogers ruined ten years of development and was an assassination of the character. it took a progressive character and sent him to the 50s (the epitome of traditional values) and had him settle down with a woman who recruited nazis into an organization made in his “honor”. he left his best friend alone in the future and didn’t save him from being tortured in the past. it was an evil ending and I can’t believe we’re having it shoved in our faces again (doomsday)
This shatters my heart!! This is the baby who was scared of Red Skull when he saw him so imagine how petrified he must have been when he was with Hydra! We are so used to seeing long-haired bucky as the winter soldier and that version of him having the metal arm but this sweet little baby had it too!!
why would bucky ever respect john when john killed an innocent guy with steve's shield?????
Speaking of the devil...
1.- He's a terrorist (Nico, the flag smasher).
2.- He's part of a terrorist group (Even though he hasn't committed "any" crime, at least not on screen, the mere fact of being part of a terrorist group and supporting his comrades' decisions makes him guilty.)
3.- Innocent in what aspect?
4.- Attempted to hurt/kill John like twice.
5.- Bucky has also killed innocent ppl (even if he wasn't conscious it doesn't give him the right to judge John).
6.- That damn shield doesn't mean anything AT ALL, what holds the legacy of CA is the man doing the job, not the costume nor shield.
7.- Steve has also killed ppl, with or without shield, it doesn't matter.
Can everyone just stop calling Nico "innocent" for once 😭
Finding out that Captain America 3 was originally meant to be a direct sequel the The Winter Soldier and would’ve focused on Steve and Sam’s search for Bucky, with a focus on Steve and Bucky’s relationship, but was scrapped for Civil War because DC released Batman vs Superman has actually ruined my day. Probably my week.
What if there were multiple types of chairs/cryo tanks? I have seen fics mention this possibility a few times. Definitely this confirms the idea that drugs were involved, and those pads in the fifth picture look a lot like what we saw in canon, but what’s with the stuff over his eyes? Were they inducing seizures, playing brainwashing footage, or was it one of those looping animations like they use for Hydra brainwashing in Agents of SHIELD? ALSO it’s pretty interesting that they were considering having machines work on his arm instead of using any people at all. Perhaps they thought it was too dangerous for people to get close to it, and they used a tech in the scene we saw because they didn’t have the chair that could do it for them.
This is so awful. They thought of every which way to torture him, and then Markus and McFeely (and TFaTWS) tried to say he was culpable for what HYDRA *made* him do. Meanwhile Wanda isn’t punished in CW.
I have been thinking about this set of pictures a lot, and I wanted to expand a little bit on the symbolism of each room and how they reflect the characters at that point in the narrative. Hope it's fun or of inspiration somehow!
1. Alexei: this room is a full mess, a literal shrine to the glorious past that Alexei persists to live in, in order to not have to face all the bad stuff currently in his life, the things he can't seem to be ready to accept: the end of his glorious days (were those days really glorious, or just a refined mockery sold to everyone and first all, to Alexei himself?), his loss of a greater purpose, and how much he misses of the girls he considered as his daughters.
So he lives surrounded by those memorabilia from the past, hopefully, and somehow the mess around the room feels at the same time both joyous and gross, funny and sad, just like Alexei himself.
2. Bucky: when compared to the other rooms, the first thing we notice here is how much more tidy and well lit Bucky's kitchen really looks, maybe a symbol of how much more further down the road of the healing process he already is when compared to the others. At the same time, the room looks kind of aseptic, with really nothing much personal in sight. It's really a lonely place. Maybe another symbol of how Bucky is still working on his new fresh start, how he doesn't really know who he is becoming now, not yet.
The only thing shaking a bit the set up are all the unread files on the counter and next to the window, a reminder of is new job and the new place in life he is trying to find for himself, and how it isn't maybe the right choice.
3. John: i like how this is at the same time the darkest and most luminous room in the set (it's even sunlight!). The blue walls, the light furniture, and the creeping shadows. It's like the site of an explotion with all the scattered pieces around of a life that could have been good, but that John doesn't know how to control (how to love) anymore.
The attention John can't give to his family (the baby right there, the pictures on the shelves), the bills (on the table) he is struggling to pay and on which he can't even concentrate, the mess on the floor he doesn't try to pick up, and he is there in the middle, light already behind him, totally out of reach in his anger, grief and self loathing.
4. Bob: this room is most interesting 'cause it's the one at the heart of Bob's own private void, so we don't really know how much of it is taken from a real actual room that existed at some point in the past, and how much is a creation of his own mind.
I like to think there is a little bit of both in there, really some kind of nest place where he can hide and look at the good things from his childhood (his toys, even some really old, like being inerithed from someone else) that helped him to go through the hardest times in his childhood. It's sort of a healing and safe place for the child he was and that he couldn't really protect back then.
"Bucky, it hurts so much. Not the pain, the physical pain - that I can stand. It's facing this world without you by my side. Without your voice in my ear reminding me who I am."
I’m actually done skirting around the subject the fact that marvel ruined steve and bucky’s relationship was purposefully CRUEL. idgaf whether or not u liked the ship or not, but the mcu had established that steve rogers and bucky barnes loved each other to the point that only the grim reaper itself could separate them. their tagline was “til the end of the line” = til death do us part. they’d rather die (‘no not without you!’ and steve letting the winter beat him unconscious) than leave the other behind. they’d been frozen for the better part of a century — steve in the ice and bucky in cryo — and they still found their way back to each other. bucky broke thru 70 years of brainwashing torture and programming at the sight of his best friend. steve dropped the shield twice and finally found his way back to being steve rogers & not just captain america. they’d kicked screamed and crawled thru hell to each other and they deserved to be happy!!! it thematically made sense to let them be HAPPY! to go to baseball games and bitch about the dodgers moving to LA, to watch their favorite books as movies, to finally see the grand canyon. ending their relationship w steve leaving bucky alone in the future was a disservice to ten years of film precedent and DECADES of comics. steve rogers, no matter the circumstance, would not leave bucky. not til the day he died. & quite frankly I’m sick of the narrative that we were delusional shippers for being upset that their friendship was sent thru a wood chipper
no one genuinely thought they’d kiss or hold hand or blah blah blah but their relationship was a defining and consistent part of their core……….and somehow the mcu couldn’t even let them remain friends
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