acting captain

okay but does anyone notice that bucky is putting himself in the line of fire, probably because he believes that his metal arm will be enough to shield the both of them (even though steve’s shield is much bigger)? in this moment he is back in the 1940s, and the bullets are just punches being thrown at him that are meant for his skinny, defenseless friend steve. and the moment steve gets up and shoves his shield in front of both of them, bucky immediately wraps an arm around his shoulder as if to say, “i’ve got this,” and hold him closer to make up for the seventy years he missed out on. in this moment, he isn’t the winter soldier, a ghost story, or even sergeant james barnes of the 107th. in this moment, this is james buchanan barnes, doing what he knows best and protecting his friend from the dangers of the world. they say people change, but some habits stay the same, no matter what they go through. 

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Captain Nyota Uhura // Chief Medical Officer Christine Chapel // First Officer T’Pring

it cracks me up that according to the marvel comics clint is taller than steve like

could u imagine steve meeting all the other avengers and hes reveling in how hes still the tallest human in the room even in the future (thor may be 6′6 but hes a god he doesnt count) and he gets to command all these short people

and then clint barton enters in all his 6′3 glory like “sup” and steve screams cause he still has the urge to assert height dominance like all short people do

Humans are stubborn. They will often disregard the dangers or foolishness of an endeavor if they believe it must be done.

Human-Megan was the first recorded example of this trait. She was called to the bridge during the time that a small landing party was sent to a planet she insisted was a “Death Star” simply because of its highly metallic atomic makeup.

Everything seemed to be proceeding as normal. The landing party arrived successfully, and began to survey the surrounding terrain, searching for any signs of life. Occasionally, the captain would glance in Human-Megan’s direction, in hopes that she would offer her strangely accurate insight on the progress of the mission; however, he was given nothing but incoherent mumbling about “bad feelings” and the need to “screw this noise”.

But then the mission fell into disaster. The landing party, as cautious as they were, found themselves ambushed by a group of cybernetic lifeforms, who dragged them beneath the planet’s surface after firing several devastating shots to their scouting vessel.

The captain frowned, pressing two of his four tentacles together as he considered their new situation. It would not be wise to send anyone to retrieve their fallen crew members – – it was likely they would be killed within the next few minutes. This in mind, he gave the order to resume flight towards the nearest inhabited system in order to refuel and collect new crewmates.

“What the hell?”

Those are for the bridge ceased preparations to resume flight for a moment, observing Human-Megan in confusion. She seemed suddenly distraught–she was trembling, her hands clenched into what her species called “fists”, teeth bared in something that was most definitely NOT a human smile.

“Aren’t you going to send someone after them?” she said incredulously, waving a hand harshly in the direction of the monitor.

“Human-Megan, I fail to see the logic in your statement,” the captain stated calmly.

“The logic in my–” The human interrupted her own words with a sound that set hairs on end and jolted the nervous system. If her shipmates didn’t know any better, they would have called it a growl.

“They’re our CREW MATES!” she cried, eyes darting back and forth as if silently damning all present for not taking her meaning. “More than that, they’re our FRIENDS! You can’t just–no, you WON’T just ditch them down there!”

The captain raised an eye-ridge. Was his human–was she threatening him? Despite himself, a shiver of fear raced down his lengthy spine–he had heard tales of what ignoring human threats had led to, and those tales were not to be taken lightly.

“Is that insubordination, Human-Megan?” he inquired, struggling to keep his own voice level despite the ever-growing fear in his stomach.

“No, that’s common-****ing sense,” she spat in return. “You don’t leave shipmates behind like that. You just don’t. What if that was you? Would you be okay with us just abandoning YOU down there?”

Again, confusion. “I believe you have met our first officer. He is perfectly qualified to act as captain until another can be appointed. There is no reason to lose crewmen unnecessarily.”

For a moment, he thought he had successfully gotten through to the human. She didn’t respond, simply staring at him, breathing erratically, mouth slightly open in such a way that for a moment he was forced to consider that he may have BROKEN his human.

But then she reacted. She pursed her lips and–spat at him.

The crew members who had done research on human culture physically recoiled in shock. She had actually SPAT at him–a human sign of absolute loathing and lack of respect. The captain himself was visibly shocked, observing his human almost blankly as his brains struggled to make sense of her actions.

She spun about, hissing a vile “Fine,” at those around her with a venom that made all near her flinch. Without another word she marched towards the lift, reaching out and grabbing an officer’s stunner directly from her waist before exiting.

Everyone resumed their work after a moment. Humans were strange, they were well aware of this by now. This was just another strange human behavior. Granted, human insight on situations was often valuable, but this was not one of those situations. This was the human refusing to see sense.

However, a few moments later an alarm was triggered, and a crew member appeared, breathing heavily, at the entrance to the bridge.

“Sir–captain,” he gasped. “The human–”

“What?”

“She–she stole a scouting vessel, sir,” the crewman said, his voice trembling. “She is en route for the planet’s surface.”

Chaos ensued on the bridge instantly. Their human was RETURNING to the danger? What could possibly have possess them to do something so illogical? The captain, minds reeling, immediately opened a comm line.

“Human-Megan, what are you doing?”

“The right thing, assholes,” a venomous voice shot back. “Why? You gonna stop me?”

“Human-Megan–”

“Oh, don’t ‘Human-Megan’ me,” she snapped. “My NAME is Megan. Just Megan. And if you’re gonna just leave them to die, then what do you care if I go after them? You weren’t all broken up when they got taken, why should I be any different?”

It was then that the comm line went silent. For much longer than was productive, the bridge remained still and silent, with baited breath, awaiting the fate of their human. Was she truly going back to that place? Perhaps she was simply “bluffing”, as they called it. Tricking them. She was being strangely vindictive today–was this more of this behavior?

However, after a few tense hours the GEV registered the presence of the scouting vessel–significantly battered and charred–returning to dock in the ship’s bay. The landing party had returned, injured but alive, led by a frighteningly frazzled and blood-drenched Human-Megan, stunner in hand and fire in her eyes.

It was with a strange mix of awe and utter terror that the captain approached the feral-looking human. “You…you were successful in rescuing them.”

For a moment, the human was silent. She turned to face the captain, no longer furious, but strangely aglow, radiating such strength that the captain was intimidated by her very presence.

“There’s something you should know,” she said, no longer furious, but victorious. “It is NEVER okay to leave one of your own behind. No matter the circumstances, no matter the likelihood that you’ll die getting them to safety, it is NEVER okay to just ditch them in a dangerous situation just because you might not be able to save them. Got it?”

The captain did “get it”, although not quite as she seemed to, and made a note to himself to upgrade the human handbook with a new insight:

“Humans are capable of impossible things. If crewmembers are ever in serious danger and it is likely a rescue mission will not be successful, humans will find a way to MAKE it successful regardless of the odds. We are eternally lucky that they are on our side.”

anonymous asked:

Cap apologized with his letter. You need to let it go.

First, I actually don’t ‘have’ to do anything.

Second and onward:

*For a letter supposedly apologizing to another person, Rogers uses the word ‘I’ over fifteen times and on ten of those times he is referring to what he wants and doesn’t address Tony’s needs at all.

*He (Rogers) makes a point of stressing that he has been on his own since he was eighteen and blithely ignores the fact that because of the Winter Soldier, Tony has also been alone.

*Rogers casually tosses the Avengers at Tony like a consolation prize. A ‘hey, so my best friend? Um, while he was brainwashed, he murdered your parents and I’ve known about it for a couple of years now but didn’t have the balls to tell you so here, have some Avengers.’ Then Rogers takes said Avengers and fucks off to Wakanda.

*’I don’t like you rattling around in a mansion by yourself’.  Again with the ‘I’. Heaven forbid that Tony, newly grieving after seeing his mother, his fucking mother, being choked out might want to go back to the last place he was with her. That Tony might want to surround himself in memories, possibly wrap himself up in a soft, warm throw that laid on his mother’s bed. Maybe even sit, curled in on himself in what was his mother’s closet, breathe in the memory of her scent and just cry.

*(paraphrasing)…’My faith is in people….which is why I can’t let them down either’. But it’s okay to let Tony down, yes? It’s okay to drop the man who gave him a home, who gave him a family, a direction, who paid for all his shit? It’s okay to let him down. People on this site make a huge deal about how Tony pays for all the Avengers tech, for their home, for their food and that is true, Tony is the accounts guy. However, what about the emotional account? Rogers and Tony have fought together for years by now. They have trusted each other in battle to not let each other die. They have bled on each other. The trust that forms through that is huge. The blow Tony took when Rogers said ‘he’s my friend’ was vast. In one sentence Rogers wiped out years of trust and love. The emotional fallout from that will underscore every conversation, every look, every word they ever speak to each other from here on out. But, Rogers can’t let anyone down right? 

*Finally, let’s address the actual, and sole, ‘I’m sorry’ in this letter. Yes, Rogers says he’s ‘sorry’ but what is he actually sorry for? Is he sorry for leaving Tony behind in Siberia? Is he sorry for beating a civilian bloody? (because it is stated very explicitly in this movie that Tony is a civilian and not an Avenger). Is he sorry for breaking the absolute military code of never leaving a man behind? Is he offering condolences on Tony having to witness his parents murder? (I cannot stress this enough. Tony Stark, in a sterile and hostile environment had to watch his father be beaten to death and his mother being strangled as she cried out for help while he stood in between their murderer and a man who Tony saw as a brother. A man who lied to him twice. Once by withholding the information and finally again when Tony outright asks if he knew). Is Rogers saying ‘sorry’ for any of that? No. Rogers is ‘sorry’ for ‘sparing himself’. That is no apology. That is an excuse.

Every last thing in this letter is Rogers easing his conscience. There is no apology here. There is no empathy. No concern for a family member or friend or hell, even a co-worker. This letter is a selfish act of atonement. It is a footnote to a long list of selfish acts committed by Captain America in this movie.

Roger’s  letter to Tony is no ‘apology’. 

It is metaphorical blood spilled as ink on the canvas of a man’s soul.

This letter is a written death sentence on a family. On a friendship. On a brother. 

~west