c: i never wanted to be captain america

The Lucky Boomerang - Part 1

Suicide Squad Week: Day 2

Summary: It was widely known that Captain Boomerang didn’t work well with others; a true statement, until one particular accomplice caught his attention. His decision to spare her caused the pair to become deadly. They were nearly as famous as the Clown couple themselves. Renowned for her easy escapes and incredible stealth, Lady Luck was an appropriate partner for the Aussie bank robber. Their luck changes when a certain metahuman brings them both to Belle Reve Penitentiary and they are forced into joining Task Force X. (Side note: In this imagine, Boomerang is at Belle Reve)

Part 2

(Captain Boomerang x Reader)

Warnings: Mild sexual implications

Word Count: 1,025

A/N: I really want to make this a series if people like it!

“Then there’s the Aussie, or as the tabloids call him ‘Captain Boomerang’.” Waller stated flatly, as she gestured to the page in front of her. “Robbed every bank in Australia and then came to America for a fresh target.”

“Who’s that?” The suited man across the table pointed at the mugshot on the page opposite. Depicted was a girl, with (Y/H/C) hair and wild (Y/E/C) eyes. “That’s his partner, nicknamed ‘Lady Luck’.” Waller’s expression never shifted as she spoke. The man chuckled nervously, “Guess her luck ran out if she’s locked up too.” Waller nodded. “Don’t be fooled by her appearance. She may look sweet, but this girl is deadly. She can knock you down with a flick of her heel and remain completely silent whilst doing so. You’ll never even hear her coming.”

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CLF: Tendrement, Pasionement (C)

A/N: I am hungry. Don’t know how good this is. 

A/N: As I said, some of the dates and circumstances are slightly changed, but I tried never to deviate too far. 

Warnings: Swearing, angst, characters fight with each other, shooting, um… I said I was hungry, can’t think straight, dammit… this is just all around depressing.

Word Count: 2912

MASTERLIST

SONG TRACKS: Captain America Theme & Stay–Rihanna

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Steve Rogers in Avengers - Part 1 - What We Lost

I get very perplexed by people who look at The Avengers and mostly see Steve as a duck out of water and punchline of jokes. I can’t help but wonder why they don’t see the ball of grief and rage and severe PTSD, especially given his first scene.

He’s a man who is struggling to find himself under the weight of the legend and iconography of Captain America, the perfect, all-American hero soldier. He’s a man who has lost absolutely everything. Also, he continues to be the sarcastic mofo that he always was. Everyone is surprised by the sarcasm. No one expects wholesome Captain America to be sassy. Even Fury, who is paid to never be surprised, is surprised by the sarcasm.

I was intending just to do a little essay re. his character in the film. And then my brain happened, so instead, it’ll be a series of short essays regarding Steve’s behaviour and characterisation within the plot of Avengers. Bear in mind that this is only my interpretation, and I tend to go big :)

But to start at the beginning in this analysis, the first scene we have with Steve, he is in a gym, taking out his emotions on punchbags. Not just a gym, but an absolutely empty gym. He’s there in the dead of night when no one else is. He’s isolating himself as he did once before - anyone remember a bombed-out pub in London? Anyone? - because Steve Rogers does not like to share when he is falling apart.

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Knowing (Part Two)

A/N: Thank you all for all the love I’ve been receiving! This one is much longer than the first part. I worked hard on it and I hope you like it. Never wrote smut so be nice!

Warnings: Fluff, Smut, Slight Captain America: Civil War spoiler

Tagging: @the-silver-iris @megsense @wiener-soldier-seb @lottieeeeeeeee

(y/e/c): your eye color          Italics: memory, past, flashback, thought

Part One

Originally posted by marvel-dirtbag

One Month Earlier:
It had been a long road the past year. You had worked hard alongside Natasha learning everything she knew. You’ve wanted to be an Avenger ever since your brother had helped create them and become the well known Avenger, Iron Man.
Tony was your big brother. He was 15 years older than you and always took care of you, never letting you out of his sight. He had to ever since your parents were in that fatal car crash leaving just the two of you. You were only 5 when they died so you don’t remember them much. Thankfully you had Tony here for you.

That’s why he wasn’t too keen on you wanting to be an Avenger. He didn’t want you to be one knowing how dangerous a job it was. He wanted to protect you in every way possible and not have you come in the path of danger.
Reluctantly, after much begging from you and giving him your puppy dog eyes, he let you. He had seen first hand that there were much bigger threats not of this world and wanted you to be able to protect yourself when he was not around to do so.

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ATTENTION kyjin (and everyone else, beause you should all care), I HAVE FOUND A TRULY AMAZING DEAF CLINT BARTON FIC

IT INVOLVES:

CLINT CAN’T HEAR SHIT WITHOUT HIS HEARING AIDS GUYS AND READING LIPS IS REALLY REALLY HARD OKAY SO HE’S JUST TALK AT YOU WHILE YOU ROLL YOUR EYES AND MOUTH THINGS HE CAN’T HEAR

A NATIVE-AMERICAN DEAF SUPERHERO WOMAN!

SAFE, SANE, CONSENSUAL MASOCHISM AND SOME SCENES

SUCCESSFUL, NEGOTIATED POLYAMORY!

AW, BONES 

CLINT NEVER GAVE UP HIS LIFE OF CRIME SO HE AND NATASHA AND BUCKY AND KATE ARE ALL JUST THE COOLEST (WEIRDEST) VILLAINS EVER. NOT SUPER VILLAINS. MAYBE SUPER CRIMINALS?

LUCKY IS PERFECT. L U C K Y. HE NEEDS TO BE IN MORE FICS

EVERYONE WANTS TO DO CAPTAIN AMERICA

THEY TALK ABOUT HIS HEARING AIDS! AND SIGNING! AND READING LIPS! AND IT’S JUST NORMAL, NOT MADE THIS BIG ANGSTY FOCUS OR HANDWAVED AWAY! IT’S SO B E A U T I F U L

AND THE CLINT VOICE IS SO PERFECT, IT MADE ME JUST ROLL AROUND IN AGONY. I WOULD NOT BE SURPRISED IF I HEARD MATT FRACTION WROTE THAT BECAUSE MARVEL WOULDN’T LET HIM WRITE OUT CLINT AND NATASHA’S OPEN POLYAMOROUS RELATIONSHIP AND RELATED THREESOMES.

onemuseleft  asked:

Steve/Tony/Rhodey: "Two words: Soldier sandwich"

Rhodey looks up at Steve and eases back into the couch, spreading his arms across the back, trying to be as non-threatening as he can. “He has a lot of crazy ideas, Steve. If this is too weird–”

“No,” Steve says firmly, “I want in. If you want me, I’m in. I just–you’ve been together so long I can’t imagine what I could–”

Tony holds up a hand and starts raising fingers. “A, you’re like the perfect blend of my berserker and Pooh Bear’s military spit-shine, B, you get both of us, which, historically has never happened, and, C, we’re both into getting the smoking-hot boss into bed, where we will probably wrap you up in bubble paper because you are a goddamned adrenaline junkie and this is coming from two storied adrenaline junkies!”

BUCKY IS “GUILTY”...



GUILTY???

WHAT A FUCKING JOKE.

THESE ASSHOLES DIDN’T EVEN USE A MIDLY UNDERSTANDING PHRASE LIKE:

“HE FEELS GUILT DESPITE IT NOT BEING HIS CHOICE TO BE HYDRA’S FAVOURITE PUPPET SINCE IN TECHNICALITY BLOOD IS ON HIS HANDS AS BUCKY IS TOO MORALLY CENTERED FOR HIM TO FORGIVE HIMSELF SO HE MAKES THE CHOICE TO LOCK HIMSELF AWAY AGAIN IN AN ATTEMPT FOR PENANCE.”

NOPE. THEY WERE LITERALLY STATING THAT BUCKY IS GUILTY.

WANDA IS MORE INNOCENT THAN HIM? REALLY?

NOT SO SAY, SHE DESERVES THIS. I MEAN POOR WANDA. SHE  IS ALSO A VICTIM OF CIRCUMSTANCE AND HAS SUFFERED ENOUGH BUT TO SAY THAT BUCKY IS MORE GUILTY OF HIS ACTIONS THAN HER?

O K A Y  T H E R E.


THE DIFFERENCE MR. FUCKBOY SCREEN WRITERS IS THAT WANDA VOLUNTEERING
{KEY WORD BEING VOLUNTEERING}
TO BE EXPERIMENTED ON, JOINING A NEO HYDRA BRANCH AND SIDING WITH ULTRON WAS HER CHOICE.

BUCKY DID NOT VOLUNTEER.

BUCKY WAS CAPTURED AGAINST HIS WILL.

HE HAD NO CHOICE.

BUCKY WAS BRAINWASHED AGAIN, THIS WAS AGAINST HIS WILL.

BUCKY HAD HIS MEMORY WIPED AND HIS BRAIN TAMPERED WITH TO SIMPLY OBEY ORDERS FOR 70 FUCKING YEARS OF REPEATED BRAINWASHING.

I AM WILLING TO BET, IF FACED WITH THE HYPOTHETICAL QUESTION:

”if someone could take control of your mind and made you kill your friends and family, would it be your fault?”

HOW FUCKING FAST THESE WRITERS WOULD BE AGHAST AT SUCH A QUESTION. IF PEOPLE STARTING CALLING THEM MONSTERS FOR IT THEY WOULD SAY “of course not! Physically it was me but I had no choice in the matter! I would never harm them!”

YEAH FUCKER AND NEITHER DID BUCKY.

JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES WAS THE RIGHT HAND MAN OF CAPTAIN AMERICA, BY ALL ARGUMENTS THE NATURALLY “PERFECT” SOLDIER AND A MAN OF OUTSTANDING MORAL CHARACTER AND JUDGEMENT. THEY BRAINWASHED HIM BECAUSE HE WAS ALL OF THESE THINGS. BECAUSE IF IT HAD NOT BEEN FOR HIS MORALS AND FREE WILL, HE WOULD MAKE THE PERFECT SOLDIER.

SO THEY REMOVED THE ONE ROAD BLOCK TO WEAPONIZING HIM AND ONCE THEY DID, THE WINTER SOLDIER WAS BORN AND IN TURN THE PERFECT WEAPON.

BECAUSE HE WOULD NEVER HAVE DONE ANYTHING THEY WANTED FROM HIS OWN FREE WILL.


H E    H A D    N O    C H O I C E


LITERALLY, THE MCU IS IN THE HANDS OF FUCKWADS WHO CAN’T EVEN GRASP A CHARACTER’S SITUATION AND STORY ARC. LORD HELP US ALL.

I AM TIRED OF HAVING TO DEFEND BUCKY FROM NOT EVEN THE FANS BUT THE GOD DAMN MARVEL CORPORATION ITSELF WHICH IS FUCKING DISGRACEFUL.

JFC IF YOU BELIEVE BUCKY IS A VILLAIN OR GUILTY AND DESERVES PUNISHMENT FOR THE THINGS HE DID WHILE HE WAS FUCKING BRAINWASHED UNFOLLOW ME RIGHT THE FUCK NOW BECAUSE I AM DONE.

anonymous asked:

"bucky/sam prompts" Waking up in bed together but not knowing how they got there.

I’m sorry, i hope you wanted two thousand words of accidental soul-bonding fic.  I’m not sorry at all.


Sam’s dream had been vivid. Sounds, colors, sensations.  God, the sensations.

It was hard to categorize it all.  But it hadn’t been the first of its kind.  They’d been fairly frequent over the last two weeks.  He could feel himself pulling from the dream, something fighting his exit. Something warm.  It wasn’t malicious, more of a strong plea to stay behind.

Early morning light finally began to pierce his senses and he clinched his eyes shut tighter to cling to the darkness.

But it was the warmth that finally pulled him free.  Because the warmth of his dream was suddenly no longer in his mind but wrapped up around him, holding him in a tight embrace and very, very real.

Which was odd. Because he had gone to bed alone.

Sam’s eyes shot open, though he made no attempts to move.

Shock was an understatement. Everything felt so real, awake, but he found himself in a continuation of the dream he was – up till five seconds ago – almost certain had ended.  He was naked, laying half on top on equally nude Bucky, his nose buried in the crook of his lover’s neck.  Bucky’s arm was wrapped around him in a possessive grip.  The room was also not his own, but rather the room the two of them had shared a month before on an op in China.  They hadn’t shared a bed then, barely even kissed – though what a kiss it had been.

But Sam should be waking up in New York and Bucky should be back in Wakanda where he’s been staying during his down time.  (Though thankfully no longer on ice.)

“Buck.  Bucky, wake up.”  The arm around Sam’s middle squeezed him tighter then slid slowly down while Bucky moaned.  His hand rested around Sam’s ass and Bucky gave him a slow blink as he woke.  

“Mm.  Mornin’ baby.  What are you still doing here?”  Bucky was drowsy for only a moment, his own question seeming to rouse him fully.

“What am I – What are YOU still doing HERE?  This is MY dream, thank you very much.”

“No? That’s not…” Bucky seemed to finally take in their surroundings and sat bolt upright, hair a mess.  “Where the hell are we Sam?”

“No idea.”  Sam watched Bucky scramble out of bed and move towards the window, took only the briefest of moments to appreciate the view, and then moved to join him.  “But whatever is going on I don’t like it.”

Bucky slowly turned to face Sam when they were again side by side, a look of curiosity lighting up his eyes. “Sam.  What did you mean by your dream?”

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i keep seeing this

Okay, but who the fuck is actively BOYCOTTING Agent Carter????

I haven’t gotten around to watching it because a) I’ve never watched the Captain America movies, b) I have a shit ton of other stuff to watch, c) I heard they killed off the only POC in the first episode and it didn’t make me want to rush it up on the list.

And let me tell you, constantly seeing posts blaming WoC for Agent Carter’s low ratings because they aren’t falling all over themselves to watch a show where their existence is erased doesn’t exactly make me want to watch it MORE.

Thunder Storms

Imagine: being really scared of thunder storms until Captain America/Steve Rogers comes and makes you feel better

Captain America imagine!!!!! Yay! I hope you like it… I wrote this at 4am and I’m super tired so I apologize if there are any mistakes or if it’s poorly written… So dear anon who wanted a Captain America imagine, I hope this is good. c:

~Weiss


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You’ve never exactly been fond of storms. You liked rain and all, and sometimes storms aren’t too bad when the thunder doesn’t sound like it’s directly above you, but this was nowhere near enjoyable. Not even the slightest. And you were scared to say the least. You’d gotten so freaked out that you refused to remove all the blankets that covered you. For anyone else, you appeared to be a giant pile of blankets and pillows that moved very little whenever another rumble of thunder came, but beneath that, there you were. You lay there completely petrified.

Maybe it was something that happened when your were a kid that made you have this fear. Perhaps it was some bad memory or a story you heard once that caused you to be utterly terrified of such a dumb thing. You weren’t sure, all you knew was that you’re definitely not getting out of this fortress you’ve created. Nothing will be able to remove you from this very spot until the storm was over.

Suddenly there was another boom, causing you to jump. You whimpered and hugged the pillow in your arms even tighter. Even under the blankets you could see the lightning, and it was rapidly flashing outside.

“Please end soon…” You whispered sadly. To be honest, this fear made you feel a bit embarrassed. You’re a grown adult now with your own apartment, with responsibilities and duties that had to be done, but none of them would be. This dang fear was always getting in the way. It kept you isolated in your room and unable to perform simple tasks.

Another noise occurred, only this time it was actually coming from within your room, which of course made you jump more than you did when it was thunder that was disturbing the silence. You gasped and by now your pillow was practically useless. Your nails had dug your nails into it so much you had just about ruined it. Not to mention it was soaked with your tears. It remained tattered in your arms as you shook and trembled with each passing second.

Then all of a sudden your bed had more weight on it. The mattress had shifted ever so slightly. You heard a faint sigh and then a chuckle. You hesitantly lifted the various blankets and sheets out of the way so you could see. And right there sat your boyfriend, Steve Rogers.

“Hi, [y/n].” He smiled at you. His big blue eyes staring at your [e/c] ones. You smiled back a little. Seeing him there in front of you made you feel safer just a bit. “Could you explain what exactly you’re doing?” That made you so very embarrassed. You hadn’t told him about your fear of thunder storms. It never really came up or seemed all that important. So you simply never mentioned it.

“I-I really, really don’t like storms.” You muttered. His smile grew as he continued to stare at you with those beautiful eyes. “It’s sort of becoming a huge problem…” You felt the embarrassment as each word left your mouth. However he didn’t seem to mind all that much. He didn’t react like way you’d thought he would.

Just then some thunder followed by multiple flashes of light decided to interrupt your conversation. Immediately you clung to him and whimpered. You buried your face into his chest and hugged him like your life depended on it. Soon enough his arms wrapped around you as well. He rested his head atop of yours and began to hum a song. The storm outside carried on and the two of you remained that way for quite awhile. After a few minutes he began to rock back and forth in which had begun to calm you down more. It didn’t take away your fears, but being like this in his arms made you feel secure and as if nothing would be able to harm you.

Eventually the two of you had ended up curled up next to each other, of course, you were beneath the blankets once again. But this time you disregarded your old pillow, instead you hugged the one and only Captain America. He ran his fingers through your hair as he pulled you closer.

“Thank you.” You whispered in a shaky voice. He simply smiled and kissed your nose.

You’d almost forgot there was even a storm going on outside. All you cared about was that you didn’t have to he alone right now. You felt so much better with him beside you. And you didn’t even feel embarrassed anymore, if anything you felt brave. So as the rain continued to pour and the thunder and lightning battled each other, you slowly began to care less.


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*soft sobbing in the distance* I hope it’s good…
this is the first time I’m posting something I wrote without one of my friends reviewing it first (since it’s now almost 5am) and…yeah…
please like it cuz imma cry if you don’t