important Steve Rogers fact: he can probably swear fluently in at least four languages
I mean. I’m sure he can say some other stuff too! But the IMPORTANT part is that he knows all possible swears in English, French, German and Japanese circa 1944.
protip: do not listen to “Fortunate Son” if you have watched Cap 2 anytime in the last 100 years
oh god, you guys, I’ve hit the point where literally every song I listen to that is remotely a sad love song gives me upsetting Steve/Bucky feelings
in the last half hour, this has happened with Regina Spektor’s On the Radio, Warren Zevon’s Keep Me in Your Heart, Vienna Teng’s Stray Italian Greyhound, and for some reason Spiderwebs by No Doubt
this is so much worse than the time I realized every breakup song is a hilarious Lex/Clark Smallville vid waiting to happen
cosmictuesdays asked: I want fic of Steve and Bucky shopping at the greenmarket, both because it's the only place to get fruit that tastes right, and because NO ONE would believe Captain America does his own shopping. It's the perfect hiding-in-plain-sight cover.
CORRECT, Steve is That Guy who buys all his produce organic and as local as possible and cares sincerely about food miles and Bucky gives him ENDLESS shit for it but Steve figures that since they no longer have to subsist on Bucky’s horrible Depression-era meatloaf that was mostly turnip, why not get the good stuff?
So, I am off work this week and going a bit stir-crazy at home. Anyone interested in an outing tomorrow, either to do touristy DC things or to see Cap 2 again or both?
basically I just want 300 stories in which Bucky rediscovers pants feelings and undergoes confusing assassin puberty. That’s all I want.
Like, Bucky’s watching from a rooftop in Moldova through a scope, looking in through the window of Steve’s hotel room, and Steve comes out of the bathroom with a towel slung low around his hips, and Bucky is used to nightmares and used to flashbacks and used to a million terrible, horrifying things, and the reaction he has to the sight of water beading on Steve Rogers’ shoulders is not any of those at all
and it’s not bad (the fact that it’s not bad is also bewildering) but it’s really fucking confusing, and it’s going to be a while before he knows what to do with it
that night of surveillance is going to get him through some tough times, probably.
Have reached the I LOVE EVERYONE IN THIS BAR prolific fic-writing phase of the Cap 2 fugue state. There are worse places to be. Since last week, have posted the following:
persistence of memory, 11k, adult, steve/bucky/natasha
hold me tight, 11k, adult, steve/bucky
ghosts in the machine, 7k, teen, steve/bucky/peggy
ugh, i am REALLY looking forward to the point where Bucky remembers enough to be FURIOUS at Steve for his poor sense of self-preservation. Like, Bucky did not follow Steve all over fucking war-torn Europe with a sniper rifle so that Steve could get his dumb ass killed the minute Bucky wasn’t looking.
…we’re all shipping Sam/Nat now, though, right? right guys? seriously, there’s going to be fic where he flirts shamelessly with her and she figures out that she might be the kind of person who likes being flirted shamelessly with, if it’s Sam doing the flirting? like, a lot of fic? about that?
OH HEY now I can talk about the Cap 2 scene I got to watch them filming when they were shooting in DC! YAY.
So, you know the bit where Sam’s running along the short end of the Reflecting Pool, and Steve laps him, rounds the corner, and is halfway down the long side of the pool by the time Sam rounds the corner himself?
That’s the shot I watched them film. (SUPER worth getting to the Lincoln Memorial at the crack of dawn, btw.) And what’s really funny is the way the got the shot: the camera was positioned at the corner of the pool, pointing at Steve and Sam. They had Chris Evans blow past Mackie and run towards the camera, but he didn’t actually round the corner himself— he ran straight, and the camera swung around to follow Mackie, at which point a body double positioned thirty yards ahead started running.
So that’s how they got that shot, if you were wondering.