She is a lesbian latinx hero from a Utopian universe who came to our world just because she wanted to be a hero.
Her moms died saving the multiverse so as a kid she runs away because she wants to be just like them.
She has superstrength, speed, flight, and she’s bulletproof
But by far one of her coolest powers is she can create portals between alternate universes.
America started off as a stereotypical latinx character, but under Kieron Gillen, she was written as a calm person who thought through her next move. She is quick to fight, but when it’s necessary because she knows she’ll win. She’s also an uber dork who believes in love and hope. Not something you see from the quiet characters.
She has appeared in Young Avengers, A-Force, Siege Secret Wars, and The Ultimates She’s a powerhouse character who impresses heroes in the A league like Monica Rambeau
Now after years of people asking for her own book and her increasing popularity she’s finally getting her own solo book! It was announced at NYCC and will be called America with the first preview done by @mckelvie and Matt Wilson
We need to support this book! Show Marvel that this is our hero.
The first time you saw it, you were sitting in class.
It was a math class in first grade, and it was your classmate that pointed it
out to you. But as soon as he had said it, you couldn’t stop looking at the
flower that blossomed on your arm. Quickly you grabbed a pen, and wrote down: HI on
your wrist. With one the drawing stopped. A long line went from the end of the
petal across your arm, as if your soulmate had been surprised.
You smiled and waited, but nothing came. The line had
started to disappear, and the skin around it became red, as if your soulmate rubbed
it off. It didn’t work.
HI they finally wrote back, and you quickly began to
scribble on your arm.
You sat with your friends at a coffee shop when the
You frowned, and asked your friends if they had a pen.
They laughed at you, asked if it was lover boy, and then gave you one.
What’s happening there?
Sabrina leaned towards you to look at your arm while
you waited for his response. You looked up at her, and smiled innocently at
“What? Mine won’t write to me” She said, before Emma
on the other side of you pointed to your arm.
English paper due:(
But at least I got you to talk to now
You laughed when you saw the message, which caused
four girls to lean over to see your arm. Emma looked questioning at you, but
you didn’t even try to explain it. They didn’t really know Bucky like you did.
But hey, he wasn’t their soulmate.
You sighed. Your eyes drifted away from the paper and
book in front of you, and up to the clock. You scratched your head, before you
started drawing on your arm. You tried to draw an elephant, but it ended up
looking like a misshaped giraffe.
What is that?
You smiled at the question that had appeared on your
hand, before you wrote an answer.
It’s an elephant! Can’t you see that?
You didn’t get an answer, instead lines started to
appear around your giraffe, almost changing it into an elephant. You grinned,
before writing two words more on your arm.
“Why does my soulmate never write to me? “Will asked
as he looked at the lines that appeared on your arm.
“You do write together! He’s just busy with exams! “Sabrina
said while studying the pattern on your arm, that you were currently colouring.
“And It sucks” Will said with a sigh.
“Why don’t you just write something to him?” you asked
without taking your eyes off your arm. “Good luck or something? “
“That’s easy for you to say” Will sighed, but you didn’t
answer. A few words had appeared on your arm.
I’ve thought of something
"See? “Will said.
“Oh, stop complaining! “Sabrina said and smacked his
arm, before turning her attention to you again. “Answer him!”
You could feel your palms get sweaty. You were rarely
talked about serious stuff, and this didn’t exactly sound like a joke.
I’m going to ask you something
The six words appeared, and you bit your lip, but the
writing didn’t stop.
Promise you won’t get mad?
“Jeez, it sounds like he’s gonna propose to you!”
“I hope he does! Then you can both come and visit me
in fifty years when I live alone with three dogs! “Will said dramatically, but
you were already busy answering your soulmate.
Summery: While out for a morning run Bucky comes across the Reader who’s having trouble calming their baby girl and he comes to their rescue.
Warnings: Attempted fluff and baby.
If there was one thing everyone knew about your baby girl it was that she wasn’t a baby to be put down, not even for a moment, not even when she was fast asleep. It’s not like anyone really wanted to put her down, though. There was no bonnier babe when she was being held. She’d gargle, smile and play the perfect ‘bundle of joy’ when in someone’s- anyone’s - arms. However, once that skin to skin warmth and subtle movement was gone she’d let out a horrific wail that made the neighbours come running - surely with a scream like that something had to be wrong.
It was rare when she’d start crying against your chest, wrapped up in the sling you had bought online merely two months after her birth, but there she was waving her tiny fists as you tried to soothe her on the park bench. She squirmed around in your arms like some large chubby eel as huge tears pooled in her eyes and rolled down her rosy cheeks.
“Hey,” You cooed, letting her take hold of your index finger. “Hey, it’s okay, baby. You’re okay.“
Her large eyes opened at your calming voice, frantically looking up at your face as she continued her screeching. Leaning down you planted a kiss on her forehead and another on each of her cheeks, but nothing you did seemed to calm her.
"You’re okay.” You tried again.
Gritting your teeth, you looked out across the river as you rocked her in your arms, hoping that her tantrum would end soon so you could walk home without her carrying on in your arms. Perhaps when she was finished screaming she’d be tired enough to sleep and give you back the few hours of sleep she had robbed you of last night. You were sure you looked tired; with zombie-like reaction time and large raccoon-like bags under your slightly bloodshot eyes.
"Hey, you alright?“
Jumping slightly, you turned around to face the man who had addressed you.
He saw the shock register on your face before you could hide it.
“Uh - yeah.” You said quickly, glancing down at you daughter in the hope that the presence of a good looking stranger would calm her. A small smile played on this strangers lips as you twisted around in you seat to properly face him, taking in his full appearance. He had long brown hair, which was thick and lustrous and gathered in an untidy bun, strands of it falling out and framing his perfectly chiseled jaw. His face was strong and defined, featured from granite. He also had dark brows, which were angled upwards in a kind, concerned expression.
The stranger moved around the bench to stand in front of you, giving you a better view of his muscular body, which seemed to have been forced into a white tank (that must have been at least one size too small) and casual sweatpants. As your eyes gave him a once over, you couldn’t help but linger over his left arm. Where a usual arm of flesh and bone would normally be, there was instead a bionic arm that looked like it had come straight out of one of the sci fi films you had on your shelf back home.
“I’m Bucky,” He said, stepping forward and offering you his right hand to shake. “Bucky Barnes.“
Without moving from your seat, you rested your screaming babe in the nook of your left arm, gently releasing your finger from her grip and taking hold of Bucky’s outstretched hand, giving it a firm shake.
Bucky flashed you a dazzling smile before his eyes dropped down to your daughter.
“Hello sweetness.” He hummed.
She still hadn’t stopped crying, but her red face didn’t seem to put Bucky off at all. Quite the opposite, it seemed. The perfectly sculpted man before you moved to your side and waved at her, the metal of his arm reflecting the light of the sun and capturing your daughters attention and putting a sudden stop to her crying.
In complete shock at her sudden change of mood, you happy nodded in agreement and gently scooped her up and into Bucky’s arms as he took the seat next to you. She looked even smaller than she already was in his embrace. Her golden cheek was pressed up against his chest and her eyes followed the glint of his bionic arm, her hands reaching out from under her blanket to touch it.
Bucky gasped, a look for pure bliss coming across his face.
“Hello, little one.” He said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Aren’t you a doll.“
You weren’t listening to what he was saying - far to busy admiring the way the two of them were looking at one another. Bucky, with his eyes wide and his arms held securely around your child as if she could break as easily as a bubble, and your babe, completely mystified and as quiet as a mouse.
"She likes you.” You smiled, meeting Bucky’s gaze as he looked over at you, his own smile widening. He looked as if he was about ready to cry.
“I think she likes my arm more.” He laughed.
At his words, your daughter looked up at his face and giggled. The sound was like bells compared to the nonstop wails from earlier. You and Bucky awed at the sight of her toothless grin and the way she gazed up at him with her big eyes as she squirmed around in his arms as to get even closer to him than she already was.
"I’m sure you have places to be, little one.“ Bucky cooed, tapping her on the nose. "I’d better leave you and your mommy to get on with your day."
Still grinning from ear to ear, Bucky held your daughter out to you.
"Oh!” You exclaimed, breaking out of your little trance and taking her back from him.
Once she was happily wrapped up in the sling across your chest, you and Bucky both got up from the park bench and awkwardly exchanged goodbyes.
“D - do you often walk around here?” Asked Bucky. “I’d love to bump into you again."
You smiled up at him and felt your heart flutter.
"Yeah, actually.” You said, your hand reaching up to gingerly massage your shoulder. “See you around?"
Bucky smiled shyly. "See you around.”
And with that he was off, jogging down the sidewalk and out of sight. Your entire body tingled as you watched him leave, and a deep blush coated your cheeks.
Friendly reminder that for all the critics bitching about how "sombre" and "gloomy" WW1 film Wonder Woman looks like...
CAPTAIN AMERICA: THE FIRST AVENGER wasn’t exactly a parade of colors and humor and laughter and jokes either.
The ONE time the MCU made war film, they didn’t treat an actual historical event that resulted in countless deaths and atrocities with a light hand and audience disrespect - so neither will the DCEU.
Stop acting like humor and light-heartedness is the measuring stick for a good comicbook movie. Not everything in life will be better off handled with a laugh. Some things just ARE sad and heartbreaking, and no amount of “humor-washing” is gonna fix that. IT DOESN’T NEED FIXING, it needs RESPECTING.
So yeah, rather than arguing about how Wonder Woman lacks color and laughter like a good ole MCU film - think about how sullen and sombre Steve Rogers was during life circa WWII. Ask yourself why that was. Shit will make a whole lot more sense when you do.