I will never get tired of fandoms that refer to characters by their nicknames. It just brings this really comforting feeling of closeness and familiarity with the characters, that makes them feel a little bit less fictional.
Okay, so I know CA:TWS isn’t exactly the newest now, but I just wanted to talk about one thing.
Near the end of the movie, Natasha purposefully electrocuted herself with that device, and Nick Fury’s reaction made it seem like it could have killed her.
She would have rather DIED than help the bad guys again. I mean, hasn’t her whole character arc being about wiping out the red in her ledger and working out who the good guys are? This is such an amazing character moment, that I rarely seen being talked about, but I think is really important to Nat’s character.
I am determined to complete and post the second part of Natasha this weekend. I am having fun with the planning of it alone. Writing it out, oh boy! I plan to have it posted Sunday.
I want to say Thank You for the response that part one received. It was beyond what I imagined. So really Thank you!
If anyone would like to be tagged in part two of “Wanna Play A Game” just like this post. Or message me if you would like to be added to my permanent tag list for Natasha and/or Wanda, or for all of Marvel that I write for!
Part one to Wanna Play a Game linked below!
Warnings for part 1: Public teasing, fingering, all around naughty fun time with the sexy Black Widow!
Steve and Bucky grew up
hearing Yiddish as often as they did English, knowing that Mrs. Rogers made the
best matzo ball soup and that Mrs. Branes would always stretch the money so
they had a decent Shabbos meal and a tiny challah. Power outages, or the
power being turned off, meant searching for the old cheap candles and making
sure not to use the ones specifically for Shabbos. Everyone knew that
they couldn’t take a full day of rest, or else they wouldn’t have enough money
to make rent. But Steve knew that Friday he got to go over to Bucky’s
with his ma for dinner, that he got to watch Mrs. Barnes light the candles and
hear the chanted prayer in words he didn’t quite understand. Friday
nights often meant that Steve would sleep over, and if they boys were good
Rebecca would tell them a story,
The Maccabees were
always Steve’s favorite to hear about; the small family defeating the large
Greek army and taking back their temple. The little guy won it that
story, though Steve quickly learned that it didn’t hurt to have a bigger friend
there to help you out sometimes.
They matured quickly,
noticing how Shabbos meals got smaller and smaller. First the depression
came, and Bucky started working instead of studying or playing. He was
smart as anything, so grades were never something he worried about. He
had too much else to worry about. His parents were getting their hours
cut, Becca was in love, Steve was constantly sick, Steve’s ma was working way
too much to try and afford the doctor visits he needed… No, Bucky didn’t have
any time to worry about things that didn’t help those he loved.
When Mrs. Rogers died,
Bucky told his ma that Steve would be moving into his room, that they’d chair,
that if she didn’t agree then he was moving out. Mrs. Barnes just looked
at Bucky and smiled fondly. “There’s no way I could break you two apart,”
she laughed quietly and walked away. With that settled, Steve moved into
Bucky’s room. Bucky insisted that Steve sleep on the bed, and Steve
insisted that Bucky not sleep on the floor.
Buchanan Barnes was drafted. But if you asked him, he would tell you that
he volunteered. Saving the world, fighting for the right thing, helping
his people, all those good reasons. The pay didn’t look like it was half
bad either and they wouldn’t have to feed him anymore… Bucky
rationalized and rationalized, fighting against his every instinct he had that
screamed to him to stay and protect Steve. But Bucky shoved it down and
smoothed down his jacket; this was to help Steve, to help everyone.
He knew, of course, that
Steve had been trying to get in. But he was reassured by the fact that no
one would take him. A small, sick, Jewish boy? No, Steve would
never be allowed to join up. That thought comforted Bucky as he watched
the skinny form move through the crowd and away from him. Bucky didn’t
know what would happen to him over there, but at least Stevie would be safe…
“Your tags are being
made,” Doctor Erskine told Steve. “With your correct information, not
what you put on that form.” There was a slight pause, “is there anything
you wish to be change?”
“I’m Jewish,” Steve
blurted. He hadn’t put that on any of his forms recently, not since
everyone laughed and said they had enough lazy Jews to meet the quota.
But this was different, he was in. They wouldn’t send him back now,
The doctor just nodded
and smiled slightly. “Never be ashamed of that. We must fight, however
The small “H” on Steve’s
tags made him feel powerful and powerless at the same time. He was like
the Maccabees now, a small man against a large army. But how could one
person win the war, especially when all he was doing was performing on stage?
He felt like nothing more than a dancing monkey, not worthy of the title
Going overseas made
Steve feel like he might actually make a difference, cheer up the men who were
doing actual good. Perhaps, perhaps he’d even get to see Bucky.
Wouldn’t that be something, he might even be the taller one!
Rescuing Bucky was never a
question, Steve would do it. With or without any help. That was his
same attitude when he Howling Commando’s and told them what he was going to do.
Bucky was the first to stand up. “You aren’t going in there without
me.” There was understanding there, a knowledge that they could be
related to the people they would save. The rest of the Commando’s stood
up with echoes of “We’re with you, Cap,” and “I wouldn’t expect anything else.”
Pietro and Wanda growing
up in a different world, though not one with less fighting and hatred.
They know they’re Jewish but not really what that means, except that they
had latkes and their parents sometimes whispered about it not being safe. They
remember their grandfather having numbers on his arm, but never knowing what it
meant. He died before they learned about the war, understood their parents fear
of hatred coming back.
They had mixed emotions about
letting a German scientist experiment on them. It was hardly a week after their
parents had died, not knowing why they needed to wait a week but knowing it.
“You know what Mamma and
Papa would say.”
“They’re dead. Maybe he’s
And so, they made a choice to
save their people.
Steve spent a lot of
time at Jewish retirement homes, at first just listening to everyone and
letting the familiar language and smell remind him of his childhood. It
felt so good to hear people conversing in Yiddish, to smell matzo ball soup
again, to watch women lighting candles every Friday night.
It took Steve a month,
but eventually he started talking. Once everyone got used to the fact
that he was Captain America, they found that they liked Steve. These
people were about his age, and they understood growing up without in a way that
Steve was immensely glad that his new friends knew nothing about.
When Steve got Bucky
back, the two of them started going together. Steve was able to watch as
Bucky slowly let down his guard and as his halting Yiddish came back. It
was part of their routine, to visit once every week. They had found a
place where it was alright for them to be openly affectionate. One of the
men there said that he had seen enough hate in his life to last a century, and
that no one here had it in them to take away the happiness they had obviously
One day, a woman in her mid-twenties
walks up to them. She stammers as she explains that “My Zadie…
grandfather. He saw you two, Captain Rogers, sir, and your friend.
He said that you saved him. If you came over it would make him so
happy…” She finally met their eyes. “Please?”
The two men shared a
look, nodded, and were led over to a small group of people. The old man
in the middle started beaming, jabbering excitedly about “you saved me, I
remember. You and your friends, Baruch Hashem!”
The young woman went to
sit next to her grandfather, taking the place of her mother. “You two are
heroes,” she told Steve and Bucky. Sensing the protest, she cut Bucky off
with a look. “I don’t care what the news says. My father says you
saved him, and even if you didn’t you’ve done other wonderful things. So,
you’re coming over to our house for Shabbat dinner.”
Both men started to
object at the same time, but a raised hand made them fall quiet. “No.
You won’t be an imposition, you’re coming. Tomorrow night, six
o’clock.” She rattled off an address and before they could question it,
Steve and Bucky were pulled into a conversation with the family.
At six the following
night, Steve rang a doorbell and glanced nervously at Bucky. They had
both dressed up, though in clothes much more comfortable that what Tony would
consider dressed up. Their nerves left them as the door was opened and
the smells that bombarded them said “home”.
The rituals hadn’t
changed from their last Shabbos dinner, candle lighting and the Hebrew, a good
meal and even better company. By the end of the night, the two had eaten
the large meal and were instructed to return whenever they wanted. It was
like a part of their lives had been dug up and filled again, a part full of
flickering candle light and laughter and the best food either had ever tasted.
Going to the Schwartz’s
for dinner became part of their routine, and other Avengers occasionally
joined. Natasha surprised them all by humming along to the blessing;
Clint shocked everyone when he started talking about his bubbie. Tony brought
an amazing blintz, that he said was his mother’s recipe, and Bruce showed up
wearing a kippah from his bar mitzvah.
Steve and Bucky don’t
show up one week due to a mission running late, and arrive back home to worried
voicemails from their new family. After assurances that everything was
alright and that they’re “so sorry, it won’t happen again, I’m sorry ma’am,”
they make sure to bring flowers to the next dinner.
Wanda and Pietro, after
the world calmed down, decided to take the opportunity to learn more about
their family. Their parents never talked about the past, and their
grandparents were gone before either knew to ask questions. One Thursday
night, Wanda approached Steve. “That family you go have dinner with, they’re
Jewish. Pietro and I… our grandfather was Jewish. No one ever
talked about it. I want to know more. Can you ask them if we can
come next week?”
“I’m sure Mrs. Schwartz
would have no problem with another two coming, whenever you decide to.”
Their lack of certainty
only showed to the other, and anyone who noticed their tightly grasped hands.
If Bucky and Steve did, they didn’t say anything. Mrs. Schwartz
greeted them both with large hugs and acted like their mother. She worked
her magic with food and stories, getting the often closed up twins to talk.
There was a Hanukkah
party at Avenger’s Tower, just friends and family. Mrs. Schwartz took
over the kitchen and directed everyone like that’s what she was born to do,
only stopping when dinner was ready (except when she was surprised by her
father showing up, something that Tony had arranged). Everyone brought
their own traditions, from different menorahs to what toppings were appropriate
to put on latkes, to the all-important question of if a matzo ball is better if
it’s a floater or a sinker. Just for one night, the world didn’t need
saving; they could relax and be happy with the family they had found along the
Yesterday I found myself wondering who I’d add to the MCU if I was to make and all-female Avengers team. Then the answer came naturally. No one. The MCU has all it need already.
Pepper Potts as the Superior Rescue Betty Ross as the Sensational Red She-Hulk Jane Foster as Thor, Godess of Thunder Sharon Carter as Agent 13, the Most Wanted Spy in the World Natasha Romanoff as Black Widow, the Russian Avenger Wanda Maximoff as the Scarlet Witch, Mistress of the Mystic Arts Helen Cho as Mastermind Excello, Seventh Biggest Genius in the World Hope Van Dyne as the Wondrous Wasp Maria Hill as Director Hill, head of S.H.I.E.L.D. The nameless Dora Milaje as Okoye
Steve: always speeds at least 10-15 miles over the speed limit but sputters and denies it if called out
Natasha: most reckless driver in high speed chases but her casual driving doesn’t break 40. only ever uses one hand on the wheel
Clint: is always eating when driving and doesn’t recognize that he is only going 30 miles an hour in the fast lane. also takes turns super fast because he forgets he needs to turn until he’s practically halfway through an intersection
Sam: “he’ll have you know that he is a responsible adult who follows the speed limit unlike someone else he could mention.” on isolated roads he speeds with the windows down and the music turned way up
Tony: recklessness exceeds even Steve levels and absolutely none of the Avengers will ever let him drive them anywhere
Bruce: doesn’t like driving and takes public transportation or cycles
Thor: is enamored by the simplicity of Midgardian vehicles and when the rest of the Avengers are tired of him destroying the lawn everytime he flies away Jane starts driving him everywhere
Rhodey: honestly the best driver out of all the Avengers and has also perfected dance-driving
additional - Bucky: thinks it speeding when he drives a mile over the speed limit (he drove with Steve once and never again)