Never over it.
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hottiemcgreeneyes said:BuckyNat where he trains her during their days in the Red Room
First I know nothing about Marvel comics: all my context I got from the films Thor (delightful) and Avengers Assemble (remember very little except it had good jokes and the final action scene was too long), and reading The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay.
I went to see Captain America: The Winter Soldier last night because of this which I saw a few people reblog:
(okay and also all the gifsets of Sebastian Stan crying. I WAS MIS-SOLD ON THIS FOR THE RECORD, THERE IS LITTLE TO NO CRYING AND ALSO HIS HAIR IS AWFUL.)
If Kavalier and Clay taught me anything it’s
threesomes are the best solutions to love trianglesJewish-American cartoonists in the 1930s and early ’40s were all over inventing subversively American heroes to fight Hitler, and I was very unsurprised when I got home and looked it up to learn that Captain America was created by two Jewish guys too. (I know this is really basic comics history stuff and I’m sure fifty people have written dissertations on “He’s A Mensch: The Jewish Identities of Captain America and Superman” or whatever.) What really slotted everything into place was realising that Captain America was created and entered on a cover punching Hitler in the face before America had entered the war.
Basically (right?) Captain America was created by two Jewish-Americans to shame the US into properly fighting Hitler.
Like, I am Captain America, the America you say you want to be, and I challenge you to put your money where your mouth is and actually do something about it. And yes he’s over-the-top and tacky but that’s where the challenge is, right? The chest-thumping American patriotism says “We are good and spread liberty! And also freedom!” and Captain America is like “great! I am that, and I have to point out you are not actually doing that”.
AND I think this is Jewishly on purpose, and here’s why:
Judaism has this important phrase/concept/slogan/life motto from the third-century-ish text Pirkei Avot, which goes: Lo alecha hamlacha ligmor (it’s not to you to complete the work of repairing the world) v’lo atah ben chorin l’hivatel mimena (but neither may you desist from it). You won’t be able to fix the world by yourself, or in your lifetime, but that doesn’t absolve you of responsibility to work towards it.
I feel like grimdark/anti-heroes are a response to the fact that the world is neither good nor moral, like “well if the world isn’t like that, I won’t be either”. But they’re also excuses for not working towards fixing the world: I won’t bother because it’s all fucked anyway. Lo alecha and Captain America say, yes, it is fucked, but you still have to work towards fixing it. And yes, it’s hard, that’s why it’s called work.
Which is why I think saying “Oh, if Captain America represents the US he should be a dick, because the US is a dick” or “Captain America is an imperialist symbol of US superiority and is therefore bad” are both off base and a dodge of having to do that hard work.
"If Cap = America then Cap = dick because America = dick" is basically just throwing hands up and going "right but guys have you noticed that actually America is imperialist and horrible? DO YOU SEE?!” and implying “so what can you do about that, right?”. Captain America says, “Try to make it better! is what you can do!”
And about saying he’s a symbol of US imperial superiority, I mean, he is a symbol of America but aimed as a criticism at real America. He’s the American ideal cranked up to five million - for the purpose of shaming America for not living up to what it says it wants to be. And he is aimed at Americans, so I can see a criticism for him being US-centric in that metanarrative sense, but he’s yelling at America to sort their shit out and I think him yelling at non-USAmericans to sort their shit out would be much worse? But I definitely don’t think Cap is supposed to be about how great America is, he’s about pointing out exactly in what ways and how much America is failing to be great. And then saying “but, that doesn’t mean you get out of trying harder!”
Also, how great is it that his ‘weapon’ is a shield.
so um that’s what I thought about when I saw The Winter Solder last night. that and biceps.
This is amazing on so many levels and also makes me want to have a special fandom-centric Shvi’i shel Pesach/seventh night of Passover virtual seder table on Tumblr to talk about the intersections of Judaism and popular culture with food and media crit and discussions of the diaspora. ALSO everyone should read The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay.
THIS THIS THIS THIS THIS
Natasha Romanoff: S.H.I.E.L.D Agent, Russian Spy, Assassian, Matchmaker
Okay what I love most about this is Nat knows his neighbors.
(okay I love everything about this, especially Natasha continuing this conversation like they totally just didn’t jump out of a plane and murder/incapacitate twelve people, but we’ll focus on one thing in particular)
It’s really fueling my headcanon that Natasha just comes over and bothers Steve
when she’s boredsometimes. She just comes in through the window sometimes, picks the lock when Steve isn’t home and rearranges his furniture (“The harmony of the room was off-balance” “That is a load of bullshit” “Have you gone undercover as a New Age specialist? No? Shut up. Harmony”), replaces his healthy food with microwave dinners. Things like that. Natasha is a world-class troll.
But she has cased his neighbors. She’s watching his back, making sure he’s in a good neighborhood, that he’s got a safe space to come home to.
STEVE PROTECTS HER ON THE FRONT LINES, SHE PROTECTS HIM ON THE HOME FRONT
Punk kids from the Winter Soldier block.
First fanart I’ve draw in months…
This was vaguely inspired by a prompt in this post about Steve taking care of Bucky and trying to restore him to his old self but apparently that was too cheerful for me so it turned into Bucky angsting in front of a cracked mirror because symbolism.
"The Winter Soldier’s relationship with Alexander Pierce is a direct parallel to Steve’s relationship with Nick Fury. Steve is able to doubt Fury’s trustworthiness because he has a solid bedrock of moral certainty, but Bucky never had that luxury, even back when he was fully himself. Now, Bucky’s mind is a quicksand, and Pierce may be the only vaguely familiar face he knows. Having imprinted onto Pierce like a baby duckling, why not believe him when he says the Winter Soldier “shaped the century”? (Yet another parallel between Steve and Bucky, by the way: Captain America shaping the world as a heroic icon and comicbook character, while the Winter Soldier shapes things from the shadows, carrying out anonymous assassinations on behalf of HYDRA.)
The Winter Soldier’s facial expressions are almost childlike in the lab scene, and the way he passively accepts that mouth guard tells you everything you need to know. He could probably kill everyone in the room within seconds, but instead he just lies back and lets them torture his brain to mush for the hundredth time. Before now he seemed like such an intimidating figure, but this scene shows the Winter Soldier as what he really is: a little kid or a blank slate into which people insert their own goals and missions, fully-formed.
"But I knew him," he says in miserable confusion, sure that he recognises Steve’s face. But Pierce, the voice of God, refuses to explain any further. Sebastian Stan’s entire acting career of weeping while being emotionally abused by unpleasant father figures has all been leading up to this role, and I for one am not amused."
You all think I’m so nice…
"Haunt Me - Steve/Bucky/Nat"
“A ghost, you said.”
Steve takes another drink, wishes he could feel it flood through his veins, wishes he could get out of his head for once. “A ghost, and it turns out to be him.”
Natasha huffs out a sigh and shakes her head. Her eyes are trained forward on the wall, unflinching. “There was no way you could have known, Steve,” she says, and her voice is quiet.
“Under my damn nose for three days.” He shakes his head, bites out a bitter laugh.
Steve raises his bottle to his lips and remembers the first time he saw Bucky drunk. How red his face was, how loudly he laughed, how he tasted like cheap beer even after he wiped his mouth and got up off his knees.
“Dwelling on the past won’t fix anything, Steve,” Natasha says. “I know you’re doing it, it’s written plain on your face.”
“You didn’t know Bucky,” he says, more forcefully than he means to. “You didn’t know him like I did.” He takes a breath, brushes his hand over his face. He’s not being fair to her, he knows that, but he can’t help but nurse the anger in his heart.
A few moments pass by in silence. Natasha finally replies, voice quiet but forceful, “Believe it or not, Rogers, you’re not the only one who lost him.”
Steve quirks up an eyebrow, turns to look at Natasha. She’s looking down at her feet. For once in all the time that he’s known her, she looks like she’s not trying to hide something from him. “I didn’t know.”
She shrugs. “Trained with him during my Red Room days. He was always there for me.”
Steve nods, considering. The timing adds up, from what he’s read from Bucky’s file. “So you, uh—” He clears his throat, gives Natasha a look, “You were together?”
“For a number of years.” Natasha turns to look at him. Her green eyes are focused, as if on a target. “For once, I got used to sharing a bed with someone that I chose for myself.”
Steve swallows, but lets himself nod. He can’t help it, he’s feeling the phantom strains of jealousy. But it makes sense, Bucky and Natasha. He can imagine it all too well. She’s Bucky’s type, for sure.
He lets himself look at her. Natasha is beautiful, sure. Steve’s always seen it, her curves and lines and the way she swings her hips as she walks, that hard stare that always manages to crawl right under his skin. But here and now, she seems soft. Bare, almost, and Steve thinks he could reach out and touch her if he wanted to.
He still wishes he was drunk.
“I know what he meant to you,” she says. Her voice is hushed. “I felt something similar. But dwelling on your hurt won’t help you. And it sure as hell won’t help James. We’ve got to give him some time.”
Steve shakes his head. “So what have I got in the meantime?” he asks. His gaze lingers a little too long on her lips. He imagines Bucky kissing them, and wonders what they would feel like under his thumb.
Natasha scoots closer, eyes never leaving Steve’s. “As cheesy as it sounds—a friend?”
Natasha offers Steve her hand.
Steve takes it.