all on the edge, just like you

i like tall buildings so i can leap off of 'em

[redwingwilson]

@reshieldedintro

( anthony mackie. 38. he/they. non-binary. ) are you a HERO? something tells me that gold-dusted angel wings, worn vinyl, glittering vibranium make you who you are, SAMUEL WILSON. with the powers of AVIAN TELEPATHY, you’re sure to have a caring, headstrong personality — and you definitely belong to SHIELD. were you listening to WHAT’S UP DANGER by BLACKWAY on your way to the subway? it suits you. we can’t wait to see what you do next!

[INTRO & BIO]

[redwingwilson]

wvntersoldicr​:

bucky runs a hand through his hair, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed as he looks at the kids. it’s hard to imagine that once upon he had been that age, eager to get in on the action, to make something of himself. all he wanted to do now was just sleep. he was so tired. everything had exhausted him lately. “i don’t work here, why would i need to meet people?” he’s saying it to be an asshole, rolling his own eyes as he sighs. “yeah you’re paying,” he smacks his chest as he grabs a cigarette from his pocket and placing it between his lips. “i’m getting an expensive meal.”

sam sighs, plucking the cigarette from bucky’s lips and putting it in his hand instead. “you know exactly why you’re here. and don’t be a dick and start smoking in here. or pretending to. it’s not the 80s, smoking isn’t for the cool kids anymore, buck.” he looks around, checks the time and makes a split second stupid decision because being around bucky barnes seems to do that to him. “c’mon, we got a few minutes, i’ll let you smoke right next to the door outside. take the edge off. but you’re letting me bum one.”

[redwingwilson]

stormofx​:

Even now, it hurt a little to think back to those early days. The grief she had felt, the pressure. It was only the kindness in Sam’s eyes that helped her continue. He did understand, perhaps more than anyone else could. “Well, I was lucky to have Emma working with me,” Ororo said. “Nor did I have the eyes of the world watching.” In that, their situations were different and she could not help but admire the strength in the way he had carried himself through it all. 

“But for the most part, I simply remembered that, headmistress, leader, even Storm, all those titles are important to who I am, but not who I am themselves. That will always be Ororo Munroe. My parents’ daughter. At the end of day, it is only myself that has to approve of my decisions, not anyone else.” She took a breath, eyes reminiscent and slightly pained. “I couldn’t think of what Scott would have done, as much as I respect him and always will. I had to do it my way.”  

there’s a kind of pain in ororo’s eyes that sam’s never seen before - something deeply personal. he’s grateful she feels comfortable enough to share. her words sit heavy between them, but in all honesty he did need to hear them. there’s so much value in staying true to yourself, in knowing who that is. sam thinks back to his parents telling him just that, to being young enough to not quite get all the grief that pierces through him, sits on his shoulders like a growth.

“thank you for sharing that,” sam says. “scale or not, our pain isn’t determined by the audience we have, or by how important people deem it to be. none of it is fair, and i’m sorry you had to go through that. and you’re right. my parents - they died when i was pretty young, but they always said the same thing. i’m glad to hear it again, glad to hear it from you and to know it helped. we can’t care about everything everyone else thinks. we’ll never move on. i got angry, after steve left and after i stopped caring about what he would’ve wanted.” he surprises himself at the admission, but he finds ororo easy to trust. “there’s a lot of opportunity for pointing fingers, in situations like this. but it’s never so black and white, i guess.”

[redwingwilson]

likeshadcw​:

Tyrone had to crack a smile at the older man’s response - and hopefully Sam wouldn’t hold them to that bet, considering he was probably spot-on in his assessment, “Well, that’s just not fair, you know the city and it’s drunks better than me,” The college student chuckled, “Oh, you think they’ve got better costumes than us?” Not that Ty really had much of a costume… He thought his cape was cooler than an Elmo suit.

“better? no, not by a long shot. when you look like night personified and i’m head to toe in vibranium? yeah, no.” sam snorts. “though some of those, ah, cosplayers? man, i’m making myself sound so old, but some of them have insane skills. but no, it’s the face coverings, the way heroes and villains keep popping up everywhere - you never know anyone’s motive anymore. especially after the blip.”

[redwingwilson]

flameontm​:

Johnny gave a low whistle as he watched Sam toss the shield, his eyes following it through the gym as it moved like a bullet. He huffed a breathless laugh when Sam didn’t even look to catch it. “Yeah! Now that’s how Captain America does it!” he said, pumping his arms in the air and turning to face Sam with awestruck eyes. “You are literally so cool, dude.”  

After watching that, his hands were starting to twitch, desperate to have a go. “Ah, I was never really so hot at maths…” Johnny began, rubbing the back of his neck, a little awkwardly. “More of a learn on the job kind of guy. You know, pick it up and go, don’t look back, put the pedal to the metal and floor it, baby. Eat my dust.”

Probably the philosophy that got him into most of his trouble, Johnny reflected now. He raised his eyebrow, a little surprised, ”But hey, sounds like maybe we have that in common. I mean, the bones and bruises thing. Yee-ouch. You never thought about giving up with all that?” There was nothing but admiration in the question; if anything, learning that Sam was kind of bonehead stupid stubborn himself made Johnny like him more. 

hearing johnny voice his own recklessness puts a lot of sam’s interactions with him into perspective. honestly, it does kind of remind sam of himself when he was younger - him against the world, hitting the ground running and never stopping. sam’ll have to keep an eye on him, make sure johnny doesn’t burn out - no pun intended - like he did. (like he does). he’s a sweet kid despite at all, sam doesn’t want to see that stomped out.

“hey that’s okay. all about learning,” sam says, then falters a little at his last question. he doesn’t blame the kid for not getting it, maybe not even being able to see it, but sam’s relationship to the shield, to the cap moniker - it never ceases to be complicated. “as for giving up, well. there were a lot of things well before i started training that made me wanna do that.” he looks away for a moment. “a lot of bad stuff had to happen for me to pick this hunk of metal up. a lot of compartmentalization. lotta coming to terms with a lotta things that too many people don’t like.”

he sucks in a breath, smiling away the shift in tone. “listen, i did promise you could toss this thing. no one is good at throwing it the first time anyway. you should hear the stories bucky’s told me about steve trying it. definitely made my non-super soldier ass feel better about it. so, why don’t you give it a try? pick a pillar and aim.”

[sambuckygifs]

ANTHONY MACKIE for Sharp Magazine — 2021, ph. Juwan James

[aemondtragaryen-archived]

SAM WILSON and CLINT BARTON in HAWKEYE: FREEFALL (2020) #1

[redwingwilson]

ft. @bvrtons

[abuckygirlarchive]

Name’s Captain America, by the way. 

[redwingwilson]

wahndas​:

        (  @reshieldedstart​  !  )    “  honey  ,   trust me  ,   there  is  no  right  way  .  ”  

“damn, wanda, would it kill you to have a little optimism here?”

[redwingwilson]

darkhvlmes​:

raven was good at this game, it had been one that she had been playing for her entire life. there was a certain reputation among some members that she had held when it came to her loyalties and how quickly she could sever them if she had felt threatened. when it came down to it to her very core, she was a very selfish person that was looking out for herself. and she was a mutant, so she knew that in part when it came to looking out for herself, she had to look out for them too. especially when it came to destiny and rogue. but destiny was no where to be found and it had been a while since she had gotten in contact with rogue. there was a reason aside from another that she had found herself at the mansion. it was all so personal to her, the whole thing. she knows that people like sam wilson thrive off the greater good, wanting to help the little guy, and the mutants were that sweet spot that she could work to her angle. 

she smiles, wanting to shake her head at the thought of erik showing him genosha but she doesn’t waver, just takes the compliment for him. “i’m sure he really amped it up for you, he’s very good at that.” she jokes, taking a drink of her water. 

“yes, i cannot imagine being in the public eye like that. well, actually i can, i’m sure you’ve heard of some of our run ins—“ she waves her hand now, “i guess i just mean i can’t imagine since you’re kind of the face now.” she gives him an empathetic smile (that she doesn’t mean) “which, is a lot considering.” she sighs, nodding her head. “it was a weird time, i try and block it out as much as i can which, isn’t exactly healthy but it makes it easier than having to be constantly shocked that somehow everyone just magically came back.” when in truth, raven didn’t give much of a shit, she might have rolled her eyes hearing that scott summers had come back from the dead, the man that so many in the school had mourned on top of the students, she knew that her time at playing nice with the school was over once the people that they loved had come back, when they weren’t forced to deal with someone like raven. she wasn’t exactly bitter about it because she knew that it would happen but it was more of an annoyance than anything. “i suppose where superheroes can fly and aliens can just come to earth whenever they please it shouldn’t be so surprising.” 

it surprises sam, how open raven is. where erik is coyly closed-off, she’s a triple pad-locked steel box; he can read that much through her polite willingness to help. but he knows the blip changed everyone, that this multiversal explosion has even further. he takes it all in stride, though, not wanting to push too hard on his end. again, knowing what the mutant population has had to struggle through - he has to meet them where they are, let their voices be heard. it’s something he’s been intimately familiar with his whole life.

“ah,” sam says, waving a hand with a smile. “you’re being humble. i’m very sure genosha always that lovely. i appreciate your empathy on this, and trust me when i say i’m always around to help. i know people, good people, who can help - especially with the traumas of the blip. folks and community support outside of the grc, i can get you that, if you want it.” he smiles, thanks the waiter when they drop off his coke. he keeps a careful eye on raven, looking for any potential tells, anything to give away that he might be fucking this whole thing up and completely offending her. “sure is an interesting time to be alive, though. you make a point, it really shouldn’t be shocking at this point, but were any of us built for this? all of this? no, but we adapt.” he pauses, takes a sip of his soda. sam knows he needs to tread carefully with this topic - making raven uncomfortable to the point of closing off completely is going to make for a very awkward lunch, and possibly a very awkward catch up with erik. “we survive. we have to because the alternative - well. i sense you don’t want that.”

[redwingwilson]

wrmchne​:

“  yes sir  ,  mister therapist sir  ,  ”  rhodey replies teasingly  .  sam’s got that voice he does when he’s uplifting others or telling them off for being self-deprecating  ,  it reminds rhodey of the school counsellor in middle school  —  not in a bad way  ,  but the resemblance is uncanny  .  he is fine without verbal appreciation from his friends  ,  even if sam doesn’t believe it  .  from others  ,  especially in the government  …  well  ,  appreciation is a rare gift  ,  so the few thank yous he gets are close enough that it doesn’t bother rhodey  .  besides  ,  he’s got bigger things to worry about than gratitude  .  (  it does hurt  ,  sometimes  ,  but  —  admitting that to himself  ?  that would require recalling years of shitty memories that he’d rather not dwell on  ,  so it’s easier to pretend everything is fine  &  just move on  .  healthier  ?  absolutely not  .  but easier  .  )

it’s interesting  ,  despite how many times the trust between the avengers has been broken and put back together  ,  that they’ve come out the other end closer than ever before  .  just like siblings  ,  really  —  always letting one another down and call each other names  ,  but quick to take up arms against anyone else who threatens them  .  “  yeah  …  kind of makes you miss the good old days when telling who was the bad guys was a matter of using your eyes  .  ”  robots  ,  aliens  ,  extremis soldiers  …  so much easier to tell apart in a crowd than just another guy  ,  or watching a friend turn into an enemy  .

sam watches rhodey turn it all over in his head, despite the teasing. sam can read people better than that, but he won’t push it again. boundaries are important, and sam’s the last person to disrespect them. still, though, jokes aside sometimes he thinks that’s all people regard his skills as. the therapist. the one who can call in, talk down, deescalate and convince. and of course sam prefers that to fighting, and he knows rhodey is just picking on him like friends and family do, but with how drained he is, it stings more than it should.

he leaves it alone, though. something to deal with later, to file away like all his other shit because he doesn’t have time for it, and especially because rhodey didn’t mean it like that. doesn’t mean it can’t hurt, the small, rational voice in his head says. he pushes that down, too. focuses on what rhodey is saying.

“the good old days. god, never thought i’d find myself wishing for that. if only sam from ten years ago knew...” sam shakes his head. “even worse when we have to fight against people who are making a point, a damn good one, but keep hurting more people to help their cause. for the skewed greater fuckin good.”

[buckykingofmemes]

i’d follow him to hell and back but i wish he’d just stop going there

[redwingwilson]

biishops​:

          “  I  THINK  I’M  PRETTY  QUALIFIED  ,  ”  they  playfully  retort  .  “  you’re  gonna  have  to  ask  clint  about  hawkeye  .  i  simply  just  took  it  from  him  .  ”  he’s  technically  retired  so  it  works  !  and  even  so  ,  it’s  not  a  terrible  thing  to  have  two  hawkeyes  out  and  about  .  “  well  bugging  you  was  like  the  first  thing  on  my  to-do  list  ,  y’know  ?  but  fineeee  ,  what  are  we  working  on  today  ?  ”

sam feels a headache coming on. the attitude on these kids - it’s gonna do them in one day. “well,” they say with a sigh. “it’s always been important to be adaptable, i know you know that from going from being on your own to a team. right now, with everything going on, we gotta be hypervigilant about it. so. team building training is our main goal. unless...you think something else is more worth your time with me?”

[redwingwilson]

spideyrgirl​:

anya reached for a bottle of water after finishing up some of the training that she was hoping to get that day when she noticed the other walking in, she smiles his way and waves as he begins speaking “ yes anya, ” eyes widen “ me? little old me? i’m doing good thank you. ” she grins “ how about you? getting some training in? do you want help or a friend around ? wait i am talking about me, are we friends? shit sorry, i’m here if you want.” she rambles and finally takes a sip of her water to shut herself up.

briefly, sam wonders if all the spider kids carry the same intense, plucky gene. maybe it just comes with the ability to shoot webs and swing from buildings. he has yet to meet a spider kid who is positively calm.

sam laughs politely. “i am getting some training in, yeah. i don’t mind if you wanna stay around.” then, because sam knows fostering good team work is important, he offers: “and, uh, if you’re up for it, we could try to run drills? we’ll probably end up working together, eventually. good to know how to work with other’s skills, in a team.”

[redwingwilson]

scttlcng​:

his face is positively burning now  ,  but he tries to pass it off as just annoyance  .  “  you know what  ?  i bet you were the one who supplied the video  ,  ”  he says  .  “  this is revenge for that time i kicked your ass  ,  isn’t it  ?  ”  whatever  ,  it’s not like anything will ever be more embarrassing than getting fired from frickin baskin-robbins for having a criminal record  .

it takes everything in sam to not completely burst out in loud laughter. it’s funny enough to fuck with lang over the little stuff, but this is just gold. “c’mon now, i wouldn’t be that petty,” they say, coy. “but - you can always count on a rematch if that’s your thing.”

sam’s mostly joking, because it is still fun to see him squirm, but he thinks maybe a little sparring will at least get scott’s mind off this while it sorts itself out.

[redwingwilson]

likeshadcw​:

“I guess one upside to living in New York is that we can see… stuff like this. Whenever we want,” The “stuff” that Ty was referring to was, of course, a sad-looking, not-quite-Elmo costumed street performer, taking pictures with tourists, “Ten bucks says he’s half-drunk in there.”

@redwingwilson​

“twenty says he’s shit-faced,” sam muses back. as amusing as this kind of stuff is, it makes sam miss the relative monotony of d.c. it was much less exhausting to deal with, much less of a sensory overload. but then again, if it weren’t for the few years he spent in d.c., he wouldn’t be back in new york. “free entertainment whenever we want it, that’s for sure. can make it a little harder to do the job though, given how many people are prancing around dressed up an’ shit.”

[redwingwilson]

scttlcng​:

@reshieldedstart​

“  you can’t be serious  !  ”  scott is five seconds from banging his head against a brick wall or flinging himself back into the quantum realm  .  this is humiliating  .  “  i can’t believe they got that on camera  .  ”

“oh, it’s all right there, tic-tac. been trending on twitter all morning.” sam says, thoroughly amused. “you know there’s cameras everywhere, right? just means you gotta be extra careful, uh, breaking up your giant ants getting it on.”