So my question is this, and I don’t know if this has been discussed already anywhere else because I haven’t looked. I’m honest when I’m drunk, okay?
My question is: what is Steve Rogers’s body count?
My other question is: what is the proper way to indicate the possessive of a word that already ends in S? Like, I know both Rogers’ and Rogers’s would be correct, but which one’s more correct? I don’t care if they’re both right, I need to know which one is the righer right, you dig?
Anyway, how many people has Steve Rogers killed? That is my question. We don’t talk about that a lot because he’s an American Hero (TM) and American Heroes don’t ever actually kill people even when they’re, you know, soldiers in the actual fucking Army. The American Hero has to show mercy and give everybody a second chance and any time the Bad Guy dies, it has to be because he made a mistake that lead to his own death. The hero can never actually just fucking murder him in our stories because that would be wrong and a true American would never do something like that.
We tell ourselves some lying, fucked up stories, don’t we? That’s a topic for another post.
So, like, has Steve Rogers ever shot a dude in the face? Has he ever snapped anybody’s neck? Has he ever been struggling for his own life and used his shield to take a life?
If you have either canon comics knowledge or just Opinions and Feelings, please feel free to share. Because, like, dude was a soldier in WWII on the European Front fighting Nazis, kicking open doors with gun literally blazing, so he’s obviously killed people, but we never discuss this. How does Steve reconcile killing? Does he feel guilt? Is he comfortable with his actions? Has he killed people since he got pulled out of the ice? How does he feel about taking human lives? Does he talk to anybody about it? Does he just internalize it and let it eat him up inside?
Holy shit this helicopter outside does not sound healthy. Like, I’m used to helicopters flying overhead all the time, but Jesus, this one sounds like it’s on its deathbed. This is the loudest fucking rattling helicopter I’ve ever heard. I hope it doesn’t crash land somewhere. I hope whoever they’re chasing doesn’t try to hide in my yard.
Anyway, I think he tells himself that he’s only done the things that needed to be done and doesn’t acknowledge the guilt he feels and it just gnaws in his gut and because he refuses to face it (and every other difficult and/or problematic emotion) he doesn’t know why he just seems to hurt all the time.
Oh, I just murdered a moth. I’m sorry, moth. I know you don’t mean me any harm, but I don’t know what kind of moth you were so I had to kill you, you see? A moth once ate my most beautifully hand-knit sweater, plus a bunch of scarves and a hat and my favorite wrist warmers and a couple of balls of yarn and it was tragic, okay? It was tragic for me so I murdered you because I have to protect my yarn. I’m sorry, but not sorry enough to have not murdered you.
Hey, that’s actually kind of on topic for an aside, isn’t it? Hey, fictional dudes, Steve Rogers is sorry he had to kill you, but not sorry enough about it to let you live.