Some sad and possibly obvious thoughts on Andrew Minyard and sweets
So we know Andrew Minyard had the Shittiest Childhood Imaginable™. This is well documented and well acknowledged. Major traumas all right out there. yup.
The thing is though, I think that in all the horror of it all, sometimes the smaller shitty things get lost.
Like the sweets.
One of the things that we know about Andrew is that he never had a good foster home. Not a single one in the entire time he was in the foster care system. Nobody who really cared for him enough to show him the kind of love and affection that kids need. The attentiveness that kid need. I’m guessing this means they ranged from the seriously abusive ones (which we know about), to ones that were just indifferent. That had a kid that they treated basically like furniture (which is also abuse).
In my head this adds up to a little boy who was hungry more often than he should have been, and almost never got treats of any kind. There are SO MANY reasons not to give a kid you don’t really like sweets. It makes them hyper. It rots their teeth. They will want more sugar. It’s too much of a bother. It’s expensive. They don’t deserve it.
One of the things that we know about Andrew is that he’s very observant, and particularly dialed in to body language and human behavior (which is a skill he probably developed at a very young age to avoid getting hit/other similar shitty things). He also doesn’t forget anything. So my guess is he spent a lot of his early childhood watching other children eat ice cream and wondering why he couldn’t have any. And then his later childhood watching other kids eat ice cream and knowing damn well that he wouldn’t be getting any because there was no one and nothing in the world that cared about him and he was on his own.
Then we have adult Andrew who eats sweets like they are about to be taken away from him, every chance he gets.
The thing is, Andrew isn’t willing to acknowledge he wants things, but if they are put in front of him he will take them. He’ll kiss Neil and get into a pretty serious romantic relationship with Neil all the while denying that he has even the slightest interest in him. It’s not that he doesn’t trust the good things in front of him. He’s just operating from a place of complete certainty that he doesn’t get to keep them. He’ll take the good thing in the moment. He just can’t plan for having good things in the future.
The nice thing about ice cream is it only exists in the moment so that isn’t a problem. Andrew isn’t willing to dream as big as a career, a future, a person who loves him, or really any of the things he used to be able to want. But he can usually buy ice cream and so he buys ice cream.
The first night home following the creeping shadow incident
is troubling. Lockwood finds that, with everything they’d discovered—and, more
importantly, everything he and Lucy had experienced—he is completely unable to
sleep. His head is full of half-finished ideas and memories he doesn’t know how
to process. Theories about what Rotwell had been up to clash with feelings that
he has no outlet for, and the end result is a spectacular mess of thought and
emotion that demands his complete attention.
He sits awake for what feels like hours, trying to organize
the noise into something manageable. Mostly he just feels like he’s drowning.
When he does surface from his self-made sea of chaos, it’s
because someone has stepped on that squeaky floorboard at the bottom of the
stairs. Lockwood is still long enough to comprehend what he’s heard before he’s
throwing himself out of bed, his stomach twisting in irrational panic.
Se The Man From U.N.C.L.E. tivesse algum(ns) episódios no século XXI, teríamos o benefício de ver pérolas como cenas com Napoleon e Illya discutindo “memes russos”, como este:
… em que o texto diz “Você pode ter me confundido com um pão, mas eu sou um gato!!! Por favor não me coma!!!”
E o agente americano nunca pararia de rir mentalmente com 1) a existência de memes russos; 2) o senso de humor dos compatriotas de Illya; 3) a semelhança inegável entre Illya e o “pão” da foto.
E as piadas comparando o pobre loirinho com gatos teriam começado ainda mais cedo do que imaginamos.
Bônus: outro meme, com a legenda “tem pão quente na panela elétrica”.
Headcanon: (Soviet) Russian Memes
A Modern! AU in The Man From U.N.C.L.E. would spoil us with scenes like Napoleon and Illya discussing Russian memes, sort of like this one…
… which says “You may have mistook me by a bread, but I’m a cat!!! Please don’t eat me!!!”
And good old Mr. Solo would never stop being amused at 1) the existence of (Soviet?) Russian memes; 2) the Russians’ sense of humor 3) the uncanny resemblance between Illya and the “bread” in the picture.
And the jokes comparing the patient Mr. Kuryakin to a cat would begin sooner than we imagine.
Bonus: another cute meme, with the caption: “bread in the bread maker”.
The Avengers frequently lose Bucky after he officially joins the team. He goes away for hours at a time and everyone just assumes it’s best not to bother him.
The thing is, the facility has a big kitchen and Bucky’s taken to hanging out in the facility’s huge, walk-in freezer. Weirdly, cold storage is his safe space. And because Bucky’s dealt with full-on cryo, the freezer is more like a spa than a fridge. It barely feels cold, and he can hang out for quite a while before it gets hard to breathe.
No one knows where he goes until one day Sam is getting a snack. And there’s Bucky, playing solitaire and eating ice cream sandwiches next to a bulk supply of frozen vegetables.
There’s an intensely awkward minute of silent confusion as they size each other up.
Sam goes to get Steve.
Steve steps into the fridge and takes in the sight of his best friend, slightly frosted, casually playing cards by himself. “What are you doing in here, Buck?” he asks.
Bucky plays another card and shrugs. “Just chillin’.”