Even after everything that happened between them, this is how Steve spoke about Tony:
And this is how Tony spoke about (and to) Steve:
After Ultron, after the Accords, after the fight in Siberia, after years of radio silence, Steve still called Tony earth's best defender. He still respected Tony and tried to do right by him.
And what did Tony do? Got in Steve's face and blamed him for everything. And Steve just stood there and took it.
I will never get over it. Steve deserved so much better.
I will scream this FOREVER!!! Tony is always a little shit to Steve! ALWAYS! Even his “living legend that lives up to the legend crap comment! They were never friends!
“He’s my friend.”
“So was I—“ PACK IT UP! No you weren’t! WHERE?? WHEN???? GTF OUTTA HEEEREE
And please don’t say “well Steve wasn’t nice either.”
First, fine. Idc. But second, Steve calls his big building ugly and in the same scene is testy around the scepter. And??? And???????? CRICKETS. Nothing else! He’s never truly mean ever again!! Like the post says he mostly just accepts Tony’s jabs.
Just saw a GIF of Clint Barton in casual clothes holding a bow and am now convinced that in universe he has the same famous person situation as Tony Hawk. He is completely unrecognized in public unless in the vicinity of That One Object. ‘It’s random middle aged guy.’ He picks up a bow. ‘Holy shit it’s Hawkeye!’
I genuinely don’t think that the end kiss they shared in CATFA was their only kiss
Now this is just my interoperation of things, but I think they were together through most of that film, they just weren’t telling people. It would have undermined Peggy’s position, and compromised how people saw her. (We see that a little in Agent Carter when they refer to her as “Cap’s Girl”). After rescuing everyone, we all saw how they looked at each other, and I would not be surprised if soon after they got together. Their missions with the Howling Comandos were largely glossed over for the sake of time in the movie, but it fits perfectly within canon to believe that they were in a romantic relationship at the time. The part where they see Steve’s compass with a picture of Peggy and both get flustered, makes way more sense as “damnit we’re supposed to be on the DL” and not “oh no people will know I have a crush.” I mean carrying around a pic of someone says “relationship” more than “secret yearning.” It was actually a fairly common thing in WWII for soldiers to carry pics of their SO.
Even more so, look at how each one grieved the loss of the other. Peggy was married with kids by the time that Smithsonian interview rolled around and she still couldn’t talk about him. Steve’s first thought when dropped in 2012 is PEGGY. People who are saying “Ok but they had one kiss, its not all that” have a fair point, if thats all they shared. But I don’t think that was it. I really, genuinely do not. CATFA isn’t the best when it comes to pacing. It skips huge blocks of time, in a vague manner, and it would be easy to say “they only knew each other for 2 seconds and had one kiss” but a rewatch shows it was much longer. Look at how everyone in canon outside of the movie talks. Howard and Steve were close according to Tony. You don’t go on and on about a guy you barely knew from a bunker a few times. That kind of bond and friendship is amassed over time, which is another indicator that a lot happened off screen.
Peggy always referred to him as “the love of her life” and when Wanda was in Steve’s brain in AOU, she was what was there. Calling him back home. She is what he dreams of. That’s not something you have with a one time thing person.
Everything in every other movie/show makes 100000x more sense, if we assume Steve and Peggy were together through CATFA.
Have I ever told the story here about how I accidentally saw Rocky Horror Picture Show for the first time while knowing absolutely nothing about the movie at all at 8:10 AM in a literal room filled with theater students who absolutely DID know about it.
So, at 19, I was in college and needed a couple of elective credits. Decided to go with Intro to Film because everyone said it was an easy class and it sounded fairly interesting. The only time it was offered was the early class, though. Whatever. I signed up.
It WAS an interesting class. I quite enjoyed it even if it was fuckoff early in the morning. About halfway through the semester the professor, who was an Old Theater Nerd and looked Exactly like you would an expect a 65 year old gay theater dude to look, announced with some relish that next class we would be watching Rocky Horror Picture Show, and that we could go 'All Out' for the occasion.
This meant nothing to me. I had somehow entirely avoided the cultural zeitgeist attached to RHPS. I knew it was a cult classic and that was literally all. I figured that he was a fan and knew some of the students were and that was all.
The class, incidentally, was filled with exactly the sort of theater/film nerds you would expect to enjoy a film class. They reacted with glee. Someone asked if they could come in costume. The professor said 'of course'. I shrugged this off. I'd worn an elf costume to watch Lord of the Rings in theaters after all.
I was Not Prepared for the next Wednesday morning. I shuffled in with my coffee, half awake, and opened the classroom door to twenty people in costume doing the Time Warp in the front of the room. The professor was wearing a glittery gold tuxedo jacket and top hat. He did have pants on, likely because he was in a Professional Environment. They were also glittery gold.
I stood there in my sweatpants with my coffee, still squinty eyed, and wondered if it was some sort of weird dream and I was about to wake up and have to get ready for class all over again.
"Come on!" One of my delighted classmates yelled. He was dressed like Meatloaf. "Get in the spirit!"
"What." I said, kind of blankly.
This is how they discovered I had no idea what the fuck was going on. "A VIRGIN!" At least three people crowed, even more delighted.
Anyway the rest of that class went Exactly how a midnight showing of Rocky Horror Picture Show would usually go. I sat in my usual place, absolutely baffled, trying to figure out how the fuck this was earning me college credits. I wandered into my literature class later still looking, apparently, like I'd been hit in the face with a very unexpected brick. My teacher, upon hearing what I'd experienced, laughed for a solid 30 seconds.
Steggy Week Day 7 (Free Day): Defying Time and the TVA
“You know, they weren’t supposed to end up together.”
Mara blinked up at the senior Chronomonitor. “Sorry, who?”
The Chronomonitor nodded at one of the constantly-changing images on Mara’s screen—the one of a blond-haired man dancing slowly with a dark-headed woman. “Those two. Steve Rogers-616 and Peggy Carter-616. It wasn’t in the timeline for them.”
Mara selected the image and flipped into their joint chronobibliography. It started out pretty standard…
“That’s the moment,” the Chronomonitor said, pointing. “Right… there!”
Mara squinted at the screen. Peggy was wearing some kind of uniform, stalking down a line of soldiers. She almost didn’t recognize Steve at first, but there he was, a whole head shorter and staring at Peggy like she'd hung the stars.
“That’s it,” the Chronomonitor said again. “That’s when he fell for her, and all our problems started.”
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Mara blinked. Everything looked fine to her. She scrolled quickly through their war years. Steve’s procedure (so that’s why his height was so different), her picture in his compass, their first kiss, the plane crash…
“Wait,” she frowned at the timeline. “There’s a gap in his…”
“Yes, he was frozen.” The Chronomonitor pulled up a seat beside her and reached for the controls. “Frozen for seventy years. He was supposed to wake up in 2011 and eventually marry Peggy Carter’s niece, and Peggy was supposed to marry a WWII veteran.”
“So what happened?” Mara asked, watching as the Chronomonitor flipped ahead. Fighting aliens, fighting robots, fighting other people, fighting his friend, fighting aliens again—good grief, the man’s life was one constant war.
“He didn’t fall for the niece,” the Chronomonitor said, pausing on an image of Steve kissing a young blonde woman. “I mean, he did for a while, but it wasn’t a lasting thing for either of them. And then there was the Blip.”
Both Mara and the Chronomonitor shuddered in tandem. The Blip had been a nightmare and a half for everybody at the TVA.
“So then what happ– whoa!” Mara yelped as the line on the screen suddenly doubled back on itself several times. “What was he doing?”
“Time travel,” the Chronomonitor admitted. “He and his entire team. They called themselves ‘the Avengers.’”
Ah, that was right. Mara had learned about that in her orientation. They had used the Avengers as an example of what people were not supposed to do. It had worked, though. It had preserved all the people in the Sacred Timeline that had been eliminated by the Blip, and ultimately the TVA had decided to let their actions stand.
“So then what…” Mara’s voice trailed off and she frowned at the screen. “Wait, where did he go?”
It took a minute to figure it out. When she did, Mara sat back wordlessly, eyes wide. The blue line signifying Steve’s timeline had somehow skipped backwards and was firmly entwined with the red line indicating Peggy’s timeline. When she poked at it, the thing pulsed gold but didn’t otherwise budge.
“He went back to her,” the Chronomonitor said dryly. “Wizards got involved. It was very messy.”
It looked messy. It also looked solid, stretching forward into what looked like a beautiful and prosperous future. Mara found herself smiling sentimentally despite the amount of rules that had been broken. “We’re letting it stand?”
“We don’t really have a choice.” The Chronomonitor’s voice was a little sour. “It’s not just in this timeline either. You’d be surprised how many variants of them find their way back to each other. No matter the timeline, no matter the circumstances, there’s just something about those two.”
Mara closed the chronobibliography. “So what happened to the veteran Peggy was supposed to marry?”
“Oh don’t even get me started.” The Chronomonitor shoved back his chair and stood. “He got kidnapped by time travelers, leapfrogged through all kinds of alternate timelines, and ended up on a spaceship in the 21st century. We’re still trying to catch up to him, but his girlfriend keeps blasting our agents with shock waves.”
Mara blinked. That sounded—weirdly complicated. “Oh. Well, thanks for the update.”
As the Chronomonitor moved on, Mara took one more look at the dancing couple on her screen. The happiness in their faces tugged at something inside her. Glancing over her shoulder to make sure she was unobserved, she re-opened their chronobibliography and scrolled quickly forward, flipping past adventures, friends, children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren…
And she understood why they had done it, why they had defied time and the TVA itself to find each other again and make a life together.
“Love, Time stops, doesn’t it? Are we not testaments to this? Two old, misplaced souls, Asleep for seventy years? So close your eyes, love. Maybe seconds can be minutes and minutes can be hours and hours can be unending eternities Where I don’t have to open my eyes To a reality without you. So, let’s sleep. Let the world go to hell. For we deserve a soft epilogue, my love. We are good people, and we’ve suffered enough.”
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