the best caps are the accidental ones

You know how in Civil War when Vision just carelessly shot his laser beam into the sky aiming for Falcon but accidentally shot down Rhodey? What if Sam never dodge his laser beam and actually got hit? Falcon doesn’t have a super suit of armor protecting him like War Machine does. What was Vision trying to do by shooting him like that? He would’ve fell and plummeted to the ground exactly like Rhodey did. Just think for a second… Rhodey barely survived that fall with his War Machine armor on, it left him paralyzed! Falcon’s suit just consists of his wings, what chance does Sam have of surviving a fall like that? He would have died! Can you just imagine if they went this route in the movie, Vision accidentally killing a former friend and ally of the Avengers team. Imagine how devistated Cap would be finding out one of his best friends died in that fight? Imagine how Wanda would feel about VIsion after that… would this have split the team apart even more? One can only imagine..

A Lie For Love - Part Two - Steve Rogers x Reader

A/N: ….oh my god. I was literally sobbing by the end of this, it’s definitely the best thing I’ve ever written. Please do tell me what you think about this, it’s very VERY intense.


You’d changed a lot more than expected in the past two weeks after Cap left you. The next day you’d woken up with an incessant drive that pushed you to prove him wrong. You went against all of your morals, taking up missions that would lead you closer to death and promised no victory at the end. You trained harder than ever before, taking your duels to a whole other level. At one point you accidentally broke your trainer’s arm.

It was a couple of hours before your next mission and you decided to use your free time to go and train some more, not that you even really needed to.

Still, the punching bag could actually be quite therapeutic. All you had to do was imagine that you were punching Steve and the workout became incredibly easy. Normally you were a much saner person when it came to emotional problems like these, but what Steve had done was so unexpected and so uncalled for that you couldn’t be anything other than angry.

The punching bag method was getting you by pretty well until you heard the sounds of footsteps entering the gym. You turned around to greet whoever had entered, only to be met by the one person you really didn’t want to see. “Captain,” you daren’t say his name, he’d made it quite clear that all he wanted to be was someone you worked with on the odd mission. You decided to respect that in the sassiest way possible. “Might I ask why you’ve gifted me with your presence?”

“You’re training?” He asked, ignoring your question and instead concentrating on all the equipment you’d set out. It was all stuff to get your strength up, after all it’s what your heart desired, to be stronger.

“Indeed I am.”

Cap nodded his head in appreciation at what you were doing, most of the time before a mission he would find you just sitting at home, it’s one of the reasons why he always feared your safety when you went on missions. This time was no different though, he was beginning to wonder if he was going to just be constantly worrying about you before a mission. “Mind if I help?”

“Why, I’d be overjoyed.” You put a hand against your heart, “I don’t know why but I have this insane need to punch you in the face lately.”

“Very funny,” he said in a deadpan voice which seemed in opposition to his words. “I heard your coming on this mission, are you sure you want to do that?” You bit your lip at that remark, the anger returning with Cap providing more fuel to the fire, rather than making some rather disrespectful remarks to your ‘superior’ you decided to hit the punching bag a few more times. “Stop that,” he said and you did so instantaneously. “You won’t be fighting punching bags out on that mission, you’ll be fighting people like me. So, fight me.”

He didn’t need to ask you twice, you moved in quicker than he’d expected. Obviously he’d not only underestimated your fighting capabilities, but he’d also underestimated your speed. It was like hitting bricks but you didn’t care, you just kept punching him. You went for the throat first, winding him so you could get the upperhand.

As he fell backwards, hands automatically going to where you’d punched him, you took this as an opportunity to climb him and use a move taught to you by the Black Widow herself. Your legs wrapped around his throat and you pulled him down to the ground, rolling away so the impact didn’t hurt you. You forgot that Cap was excellent at his gymnastics though and so he easily stood back up, having recovered quite quickly. The next thing you know he’s grabbed your leg and thrown you into a wall which the people that designed this room had smartly covered in a pillowy sort of material.

Still the hit had you a little bit dizzy, when you looked back up (the room only spinning slightly) you saw Cap slowly walking towards you. It was like something out of a movie, seeing this gorgeous goliath of a man strutting towards you displaying only power. Part of you wanted to let him throw you about, it wasn’t until you managed to remind yourself that you weren’t in a bedroom with him that it was too late. You kicked at his shins so that he was down at your level, punching his lip and happily seeing blood begin to ooze out of a split in it. He reciprocated this move, punching your chin so hard your head snapped to the side.

You launched yourself at him next, now having him pinned beneath you. It didn’t take him long to over power you, being a super soldier and all, he had quite the upperhand. Though you could tell that he was mostly holding back with his punches.

The next thing you knew, you were the one being pinned to the ground. When all seemed hopeless and it looked like you were about to lose, a rather mischievous idea popped into your mind. Cap may overpower you with his strength, but you had your own little trick. A simple thing that was overflowing with power.

A kiss.

He was an unsuspecting victim, but when your lips hit his he became a willing fool. A lot of the passion and anger you felt was pushed into that kiss and he seemed to share the same emotions; it did have the desired effect in the end, he knees became weaker and you managed to move your leg out from underneath him. Once you’d gotten it into the perfect position, you brought it upward quickly and with a lot of force, hitting him perfectly in the balls.

As expected, he groaned out in pain but gave you enough room to get out from underneath him and begin to leave the room. Leaving him to writhe on the floor whilst you skipped out of the room, feeling rather proud of having beaten a super soldier. “I’m going on the mission Steve.” You faltered for a moment after realising you’d called him by his name, a sign that you still harbored feelings for him. Feelings you did no longer want.

The mission was a simple one as far as you could tell, it was just that the Hydra agents you’d be fighting this time weren’t so ordinary. They weren’t exactly super soldiers like Steve or Bucky but they might as well have been. You’d been hearing stories on the way to the location that these soldiers felt no pain, even if they had a broken arm it was the same as a splinter to them. You thought these were all jokes though.

The aim of this whole mission was to get two SHIELD operatives out of a cruise ship these people had stolen and hidden the agents on. You figured the agents must be pretty important considering that SHIELD rarely ever pulled the stops with hostage situations like this.

Cap was obviously the first to get onto the ship as he had no need for a parachute unlike you and the ten other agents that were joining you. When you got down you expected Cap to already have run off to fight someone but instead he was just stood waiting for your arrival, chewing on his lip and looking very confused. Well, you think he was confused, you couldn’t actually tell because of the helmet he wore. “What’s wrong?” You whispered.

He apparently didn’t feel like talking to you though and he instead started talking to the people that remained on the helicopter. “Can I get a heat signature of the ship please?”

Through your own com device you heard them say that there was supposed to be over fifty people on the ship, not including your group. Yet there seemed to be no one. After receiving this news Cap stopped for a moment to think about what to do next, “alright, we’re going to split up into groups, Y/N, you’re with me.”

“No.” Your reply came out quick and apparently to everyone’s surprise.

Maybe Cap was surprised as well, you simply couldn’t tell when he was wearing that damn helmet. “Excuse me?”

“I’m going with a different group, or do you want to fight about this as well?” Perhaps you were going mad with the power you’d felt from winning that fight earlier in the day but you didn’t feel like he deserved to be your captain anymore, you’d proved to him that he was the weaker one, the one who shouldn’t be going on missions if he can’t get his emotions in check.

He leant on one foot and placed a hand on his hip, “you’re disobeying Captain’s orders now?” He asked, disbelief evident in his voice.

“Maybe,” you shrugged coyly, “or maybe I’m just doing my mission. Either way I think we should probably start actually saving these people, don’t you?”

There was no other option than agreeing with you and so he told everyone to disperse and take different sections of the ship, before you could actually escape his looming presence he grabbed a hold of your arm. “When we get back you and me are having words?” He hissed.

Your eyes turned to slits as you snatched your arm away from him, “I think you’ve said enough don’t you.”

Finally you were free of him for the mission. Your decision to join another team had nothing to do with the fact that you didn’t want to work with Cap, it was more to do with your need to show off your power. You wanted to let him know that you didn’t need his presence, and this was the best way to do it. And if you were to actually manage to save the victims than even better!

The quadrant of the ship you were suppose to search was floor two and you managed to get there with no problems, yet funnily enough, having no problems was a problem. Your steps were slow and purposeful, using your speed and grace to move further ahead than the team; another thing you did because deep down you knew it would piss Cap off.

Then there were two shots. Bang. Bang. The sounds of your two comrades falling to the ground could be heard. You went to tell Cap of this exchange through your earpiece but it was too late. Something metallic and sharply edged hit you on the head. You suspected it was a gun but there was no time to think. No time to see. You passed out.

Waking up wasn’t the hard part. Sure, your head stung a little but the fact that you suddenly found yourself tied up on a chair that would not stop swivelling.

“Well this isn’t nice,” you quipped, going to press your hand against your aching head only to be reminded of your constraints. Eventually you opened your eyes, the pain of being met with a bright light passing slowly. The sight that met you was obviously the ship’s control room, and beside you, a man.

He didn’t have any decipherable features that you could link to any famous criminals, if anything he just looked quite ordinary. He had blonde hair that seemed much greasier than Caps, and dull grey eyes. Eyes that were surrounded by bags. Realising that you’d awaken he stood up taller, showing off his full height. “I’m sorry that it had to be you,” the apology had you leaning back in your chair a little, it certainly wasn’t what you’d expect someone who just knocked you out and tied you to a chair to say. “I’d hoped to have Cap in that chair but, well, I’m sure you realise that I’m just a normal guy and he’s a super soldier. My chances were low.”

“So you went for the defenceless girl instead? How chivalrous of you.”

“Don’t act like you’re defenceless, I know if they put you on this mission than you’re obviously one of their best agents.” You made a noise of approval at that statement. “Anyway, I just wanted to have my villain moment, so I decided to kidnap someone, tell them my evil plan, that whole thing.”

“Understandable,” you said, nodding your head. You still felt quite confident, maybe it was because you had 100% faith that Cap would rescue you as soon as he figures out your missing, or maybe it’s because as he speaks you got out a knife and began to cut at the rope he’d tied you with. Obviously he wasn’t a very good villain, he didn’t even check your body for weapons, these thoughts drove you to ask the following question: “If you don’t mind me asking, you don’t really seem like the villainous type, so what are you doing here?”

“Ah!” He made a theatrical sound, raising his finger up into the sky. “I’m glad you asked.”

“Your welcome?” You continued to speak in order to distract.

The man grabbed a hold of another desk chair and sat in it, swaying from side to side and playing with a device in his hand. “You see, I used to be one of the good guys. It’s how I orchestrated all of this, I did all the computer stuff with the odd mission shoved in between. It wasn’t hard to hack the heat sensors and make up files about kidnapped agents - me being one of them of course - and impossible to kill enemies. All because of that guy, Captain America.”

“Oh god that guy,” you managed to copy the hatred that was filling his tone, “he did something to you as well? God, what a douche canoe.”

“Yeah well, anyway,” he didn’t seem happy with you interrupting his story at all, making it clear that he really was one of those psychopaths that sees a villain in a movie and tries to become them. The guy wanted his big villain speech and it seemed like he’d practiced it a lot before this moment. “I know you’re dating him so please stop pretending me. I’m not stupid.” You went to interrupt him but he brought out a gun, pointing it right at your head, “I really just want to get this over with so can you shut up, please?”

You nodded your head. “Thank you,” the gun was placed back into the back of his pants, “so as I was saying. I had this one mission with Captain America that went horribly wrong, like, I thought he was this great guy who was fighting to defend this great country but then he goes and saves this group of Asians. I tried to tell him that they were immigrants and that they were poisonous to our country, but he told me I was the one in the wrong. Seen as you date him you must know the truth, he’s a terrorist right? One of them. The ones that want to destroy America.”

“Ooooooohhhhh,” you made a long drawn out sound to hide the sound of the ropes being roughly sliced through, “so you’re just a big racist then?” You didn’t need to hear the rest of his story, you didn’t want to either. Instead you stood up, he went to grab the gun but you were quicker than him. As soon as he’d had it pointed at you, you bashed his wrist and grabbed the gun he’d dropped out of instinct, shooting him in the stomach.

Rather than making sounds of pain like you’d expected, he instead began to laugh. “You should have let me finish my story,” he said through his fit of giggles.

You were too busy looking over the control panel to find the radio that would broadcast through to the speakers on the ship, the loon had done one thing right when kidnapping you and had actually taken your com out of your ear. “Why’s that?” You said, just to keep him going.

“Because then you’d know about the bomb.”

That had you freezing, a cold feeling washed through you and the panic attack began to rise.

“It’s going to go off in five minutes and all your friends will be bye bye. Your precious Captain America and even you. So if you don’t mind.” You remained facing the control panel, thoughts racing. You heard your third gunshot that day, this time it was administered by your captor, to himself.

As harsh as it may have been, you did not care. Your eyes burned with an ache to sob as your stomach rocked back and forth on the harsh waves of fear. You wondered for a moment, ‘why are we taught to fear it? Why? Whether death is an eternal abyss of darkness, a fiery pit, or a clouded castle, we fear it. Whether it comes as a relief or a surprise, we fear it’ and you couldn’t remember anyone ever teaching you to fear the inevitable, yet you did, why?

“Come on Y/N,” you said through gritted teeth, “stop it.” Though you already knew the answer to this enquiry you went to try the door, it had been locked and you bet there would be no key. Even if you tried to pick it, there was no guarantee that by the time you’d finished doing it that you’d have time to actually leave. Hopelessness passed through you, and it was refreshing, if a little insane.

Returning to the control panel you restarted your search for the radio button, mostly just pressing all the buttons until you heard a loud ringing sound that had no doubt also been heard all over the ship. “Well that will have got their attention.” Taking a deep breath you pressed the button again, “Steve.” When you set out to do this your plan had been to tell everyone to get off the ship, but a selfish need within you drove you to listen to what your heart wanted, it wanted your last words to be to the man you loved.

“Steve,” you started again, beginning to cry, “there- there’s a bomb on the ship. It’s going to blow in about four minutes so you best hurry and get off this ship, I would join you but I seem to be locked in this room so… I guess you were right. And I just, I love you so much Steve. I’m so sorry. I love you, I love you, I love you. Please get off the ship.” By the end of it you were a mess, the hopelessness being cast aside for the realisation that your life was going to end.

You collapsed onto the ground, putting your head into your arms and allowing the sobs to break free.

You were never going to get all the moments you wanted with Steve. Your heart burned with the love you felt for him, and this love had so much potential. You could have had kids, the boy probably named James and the girl no doubt named Peggy. You could have had a boat, and you could have sailed around after retiring, exploring a world Steve has barely seen. And together, as you looked up at the sun setting over the ocean line, it’s beautiful pinks and oranges melting into a dark blue that showed off a cluster of stars that could never be seen in the city, you could have had a moment when you realised that not even this compared to the awe inspiring love you shared. And even then, with the promise of dying, you knew that those moments didn’t mean anything. You’d give them all up for just a night in with Steve, cuddled up on a couch, maybe eating some bad takeaway.

You didn’t want to die, you wanted Steve Rogers.

And by some miracle, you got him, just not in the way you wanted. Three minutes had passed, there was barely any time on the clock but you saw the lights of the helicopter came down onto the ship and then fly away once more. You thought Steve had left, but that was very naive of you.

It was naive of you to think that you loved Steve more. It was naive of you to think that Steve would ever leave you. It was naive of you to think that Steve would ever let you die alone.

It was naive of you to think that Steven Grant Rogers would let die not knowing that he loved you.

“No,” you gasped, “Steve what the hell is wrong with you?” You hit his chest hard, never hating him so much in your entire life. “You have to go, you’re faster then me, run, jump into the water. You might survive this.”

“Y/N, shut up.” You went to continue yelling at him but he just repeated his earlier statement. “Shut up, I love you too.” You couldn’t be angry at him, not when he ran through a locked door just to proclaim his love to you. “And you were right, I am scared of losing you. I’ve lost everyone and I’m sick of it. I can’t lose you. Not you Y/N.”

Pathetically, you fell against his chest, your hands clutching the material of his suit as he embraced you back. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, this is my decision.”

“You’re stupid decision!” You grumbled, looking up to find him smirking despite the numerous tears that were running from his eyes.

“Maybe, or maybe I’m just doing what I was meant to do.” He played on your words from earlier but you couldn’t really see the funny side, all you could see was the man you loved.

“I’m going to close my eyes now, because I want you to be the last thing I see.” You did as promised, your hands wandering all over his body. Memorising each detail for the last time. “I love you Steve.”

“I love you t-”

The heat didn’t get you first, no, what came first was the loud roar as it’s fiery teeth claimed the entire ship. Then the fire came. Then blackness.

also. i realized that whatever else has happened in the MCU, the Captain America movies have always been about Bucky Barnes. Cap 1: Steve Accidentally Rescues an Entire Squadron, Becomes Hero While Saving His Best Friend. Cap 2: Steve Collapses SHIELD to Save His Best Friend. Cap 3: Steve Dissolves the Avengers to Save His Best Friend.

Heck, even the titles! Captain America: The First Avenger. (who was he avenging? Bucky Barnes) Captain America: Bucky Barnes (I mean The Winter Soldier) Captain America: Everyone Fights About Bucky Barnes (Civil War)

and Cap 3 was directed by the same wonderfully sadistic geniuses who gave us The Winter Soldier.

This is all one long story, and it’s all about Bucky, and I am not going to survive May 6.

GOT7 as things that happened at my graduation
  • Mark: said shut up under their breath every time anyone made a speech
  • Jaebum: teared up when they accidentally broke their rose
  • Jackson: screamed "THATS MY BEST FRIEND" from their seat every time someone they spoke all of one time to went on stage
  • Jinyoung: brought air horns and used them when their kids name was called even when the school said not too
  • Youngjae: sang so beautifully they made a bunch of people get emotional
  • Bambam: dabbed on stage after getting their diploma
  • Yugyeom: threw their water bottle twenty feet in the air instead of their cap