GUYZ. Not only did przed do an amazing last minute pinch-hit of my Wuxia Avengers RBB, she then wrote an SBB fic where Bucky is Chinese-American and his adorable family basically adopts Steve and it’s like a combination of my favorite triad martial arts tropes and 1930s New York Chinatown. (!!!!)
Steve Rogers doesn’t know much about Chinese culture when he makes a
wrong turn in Chinatown. But a chance meeting gives him not only a new
friend, but an entry into a whole new world. The more he learns from
Bucky, the closer they get, until Bucky is so much more than a friend.
But when a Chinese gang goes after Bucky and his family, Steve knows he
needs to stand up and make sure the man he loves doesn’t lose
everything.
Anyway, przed had originally sent a draft of the fic to me being like “can you check if the Chinese stuff scans?” and then my hand slipped and I drew smol Bucky and Steve practicing Wing Chun.
I’d *actually* wanted to draw a picture of Steve with Bucky’s family, but I couldn’t make it by the SBB posting deadline. So… here is the belated family pic, @trappingsofzed!
That is the best description of Steve I have ever seen
I was always so confused about if Joss Whedon had seen The First Avenger. Because Steve swears in the movie. Not like hard, its a PG-13 family movie, but he does swear.
I think Joss Whedon falls into the same trap as bad fic writer, where he thinks Steve is a farmer from 1950s Kansas instead of Irish Catholic kid from 1920s Brooklyn.
Steve Rogers is 400 pounds of righteous kickass in a 100 pound body and by using the serum the army found room for only most of it.
he thinks Steve is a farmer from 1950s Kansas instead of Irish Catholic kid from 1920s Brooklyn.
this is it. this is the description for how steve is so often mischaracterized.
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCKING FUCK FUCK NICK SPENCER IN THE GODDAMN EAR THERE WAS A FACIST WEARING A CAP HELMET IN CHARLOTTESVILLE IT WAS ON EVERY CHANNEL HOW IS HE THIS FUCKING USELESS
The waitress is the only one who recognizes Captain America.
The busy cafe is in a country far from America, and its Captain is in disguise—a dark beard cloaks his once-smooth cheek, sunglasses hide his bright eyes. But she serves his coffee, and she sees him, and she knows.
She is curious. As she adds a square of chocolate to his saucer, she murmurs, “What should we think here about this day in America, Steve Rogers?”
He seems startled, but doesn’t startle. Sits ramrod-straight, calm and ready. Cocks his head, curious. Perhaps he hasn’t heard.
She digs out her phone—shows him the news: the Twitter feed of pain and outrage, the news reports of chaos and death. For some minutes, he studies her screen.
“I think,” says Captain America, “That when you see a Nazi, you should punch that Nazi in the face.”
The waitress blinks. Times have changed since the Captain’s legendary youth forged in world war. Times are not so black and white, she thinks, but all the world is in a state of gray. “People say,” she says, halting, questioning, “People say that violence should not be used, even against those who call themselves Nazis—”
“Can’t imagine a situation I wouldn’t want to see settled peaceably,” says Captain America. “But some things never change. Some people don’t—they make sure their ideas’ll show up in every future. It’s our job to stop those people and their ideas. And that’s why if you see someone waving a Nazi flag and naming themselves a Nazi, you deal with them like we always have. Like I was made and trained to do. You punch them in the face, and you be sure to tell them it’s with regards from Steve Rogers.”
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