Steve Rogers is the villain. I don’t make the rules.
He left Bucky fighting on his own during Infinity War. They met again, and he’s left Bucky to fight on his own.
Where was Steve huh? Fighting alien dogs to safe the world and be the hero once again. I know what he isn’t doing, he’s not protecting Bucky. Then the snap, STEVE DID NOT EVEN SHED A TEAR LOSING HIS FRIEND FOR THE ZILLIONTH TIME. Bucky deserves better than that.
Don’t get me started on the kleptomanic raccoon. Because it wanted to steal Bucky’s arm straight away. Their first meet up and he wanted the shiny toy.
I loved Steve, but I am mad at grandpa right now. Humble nice guy my ass.
^ he doesn’t even have a guilty conscious face. He’s just like “aaah, yes, shit happens.”
@kegstandking gets a starter because we can’t stop talking about things
Whenever the wind blew Steve could feel winter in the air, almost taste it, and yet the California campus looked as though it had only just entered autumn. Leaves of red and gold still clung to their branches, fluttering softly down beside him every now and then as he flipped through the pages of his English book. Of course, it was hard to concentrate on the words when he kept glancing up, watching the doorway to one of the side buildings with high expectations. He was early, he knew that--it was his fault for being unable to simply sit still--but before long he would walk out, and Steve would have an excuse to actually talk to him. An excuse to say more than a few mindless phrases before ultimately being left behind.
God, he hated it. Back home he had been hot shit, his name on every girls’ lips--and plenty of the boys as well. He could have had anyone he wanted in that small town, but now? At college? He was just a freshman, another face in the crowd, no one special. And he would have been fine with that, really--if a certain someone would just look his way. Oh, sure, Billy had spoken to him. They had been able to hold small conversations in class, but Steve had always gotten tongue-tied when he wanted to ask the real questions, and by then Billy had set his eyes on someone else. People of no consequence. A girl who no one would even remember in a week, even if they were mourning for her now.
Finally the doors opened and Steve jumped to his feet, scanning those who came pouring out until dark eyes fell on his target. Taking a deep breath, Steve ran his hands through his hair and started walking toward the building, glancing through the book while making sure not to change his path. As expected, he collided with a strong, muscular frame, dropping his book for added effect. Several papers spilled out, and Steve let out a rehearsed sigh of irritation, quickly kneeling down to grab them.
“Ah, shit--sorry. I wasn’t paying attention...that’s on me. Are you okay?”
Okay, but what if there was a point where Steve was exploring modern fashion, and he came across crocs and just thought they were the best thing ever so he wore them all the time
Now that I've finally gotten a handle on dark steve it's concerning how easily I can write him. He's a devious little shit in bed. All commanding and shit. Lord.
((So I just finished watching Chronicle, and it got thinking on a few things. For those who don’t know, it’s about three high schoolers who end up getting telekinetic magics from some meteor thing, with one of them being an angsty with an abusive father that starts going a little crazy and evil. So basically it’s kinda like Carrie mixed with The Powerpuff girls (with guys instead of girls). But anyway, I’m getting off topic.
Until, of course, you start thinking of the reality of the situation, and that is the world isn’t ready for something like that. In Chronicle, the main characters (minor spoiler I guess, be warned) were never regarded as “heroes” when they came out in public, or even (more spoilers!) when one of them saves someone falling to their death.
Basically, what I’m trying to say is this. We’ve seen and heard about those superhero movies that try to be more “realistic” (like Chris Nolan’s Batman), though most seem to take the more zany, epic feeling (like Iron Man). Of course, there’s nothing wrong with epic stories at all, but what I’d like to explore are the more, how you say, “real?”
I’m thinking stories that depict a realistic reaction to something otherworldly appearing itself to the world. I’m talking taking something that fantastic, strange, or abstract, and fitting itself into the real world. And I’m just talking superheroes, I’m thinking stepping it up. Angels, demons, mythical creatures, gods (the immortal, incomprehensible type), fantasy creatures, eldritch abominations.
And before anyone comes out and say “that’s been done to death yo,” hear me out. Yes, it has been done before, many times, but the situation itself is hardly “real.” When you start mixing fantasy into the real world, you get a world that’s already “used” to its fantasy elements. At worse, people freak out for maybe five minutes, then get on with their lives likes it ain’t no thing.
You hear about people in real life start going crazy when someone does some sort of magic trick, and starting freaking out when they see “real” magic (making fire, lifting objects). What would happen when the public discovers an actual sorcerer? What would the government do? Hell, what would the sorcerer do? Someone who has more power than almost any other person would have some agenda, no?
The world, as it is, is a pretty normal world. It’s easy to understand, easy to live in. But when something strange, something many people have seen before many times but believed it to be impossible, becomes tangent. A realistic situation, with an unrealistic encounter, so to say. Bring the world to see something they cannot fully comprehend, something they saw only in fairytales; I assure you, it will frighten them. Needless to say, I’d be freaked out if an angel made itself public one day.
Anyway, I’m just rambling on. I just thought I’d share this with anyone who cares. With that, I am out for the night.))
