#meet captain america

[avengersrewatch]

"Meet Captain America'

Okay, I have lost all my will to live with all the mini-sodes. I'm going to do the Captain America one in order. It did air in order online, which ?? Why is Captain America the only one the series cared about?

OH wait. It's because Captain America isn't part of the first Avengers team. He shows up later and the viewer has to know who he is. That's why they need us to understand his arc. I see what you did there, show.

I do want to talk about the mini-sodes more, especially "Welcome to Wakanda" and how is it such a lesser portrayal of Wakanda than the Ryan Coogler movies. (Admittedly, it's a "child-appropriate" version of the comic book canon at the time, but it's still fucked up.)

The main difference from Captain America's backstory in "Meet Captain America" than Captain America: the First Avenger is that Bucky is a kid, like he was in the comics, and not Steve's peer. They brought on kid-sidekicks to draw in younger audiences so of course they keep him as a kid on the cartoon. (Nerd note: Young Bucky is voiced by Scott Menville, who you might recognize is also Robin on Teen Titans and Teen Titans Go. So really a classic Teen Sidekick voice.

We also see that Nathaniel Richards, aka Kang the Conqueror is sort of the narrator of Captain America's story. Although they also add an old-timey newsreel type opening, which is odd. Seems unnecessary to do two frame stories. Anyway, Kang is looking back into the past and apparently he's watching stupid newsreel footage instead of actually seeing through time, which he can do.

Kang's storyline has a lot to do with Steve in the EMHU . In the MCU we only so far know him as a villain of Loki and Ant-man (Scott Lang version). Though we know from marketing announcements he will eventually face the Avengers as a team.

Of course Kang in the MCU has to be involved with breaking the "multiverse" open now that Disney own all the rights to all the Marvel characters, including the X-Men and Fantastic Four.

This series, since it's a different medium, already had access to the X-Men and the Fantastic Four. We see Wolverine in a World War II flashback in this episode. (Which some people hoped Fox would allow when Captain America: the First Avenger came out, but they did not. It would have been cool to see Bucky, Steve and Logan just hanging out.)

However, since this is and Avengers show and not a Marvel Universe Show, Wolverine (the only X-Man to be part of the Avengers in this show), and the Fantastic Four only really show up sparingly.

I do wonder if the MCU will, at some point, be force to break the universe in pieces a bit. Some people only the the X-Men books in the comics and maybe major team ups. Can they do something like that in the movies? Find a way to make each franchise feel different from the others? Make mainstream audiences chose their heroes the way nerds always do every Wednesday?

(An example, make the X-Men films the darker and more adult stories, the Avengers series occupies this middle zone of big popcorn everyone comes out, and the Fantastic Four franchise is a more kid-friendly, younger audience?)

Under the cut I compare this more to Captain America: the First Avenger

Skinny Steve, scientists, Bucky and the Howling Commandos, Red Skull, group fight. That is pretty much the same structure as Captain America: the First Avenger.

Except CATFA needs to have a romance with Peggy Carter. The cartoons aren't entirely "ew cooties romance" as it could be. But here it finds no female relationship as important as the one to Bucky. (And I do think the MCU initially took that approach of a young boy that doesn't care about girls telling the story. And then they were a bit surprised female viewers of the films cared what happened to Peggy. Like the comics at the time just has Gail and there's very little we know about her.

(Like Kevin Feige was like, "wait the women have to be important in the flashbacks before the important stuff too?" Shit, give Peggy and show and the only way we can make Carol important enough to male viewers is to say she existed before. She's an old hero like Cap and Namor and Wolverine. ??? )

(Is being a hero during World War II the greatest honor we can bestow on our mainstream heroes? Wonder Woman, Cap, Wolverine, all have that element.)

I shouldn't get high and watch these cartoons??? What does it mean that they didn't give it to Isaiah Bradley in the show?

#avengers rewatch #avengers: earth's mightiest heroes #captain america #meet captain america #captain america: the first avenger #captain america: the winter soldier #the falcon and the winter soldier #kevin feige #agent carter #peggy carter #wolverine #hugh jackman #teen titans #teen titans go #scott menville #isaiah bradley #carl lumbly #ant man and the wasp: quantumania

[incorrectquotesmcu]

Yelena: Please tell me you didn’t drag Wade into this.

Sam: I did not drag Wade into this.

Wade: [knocks on the door]

Yelena: Who’s that?

Sam: I think you know.

#source: girl meets world #yelena belova #yelena belova incorrect quotes #black widow #sam wilson #falcon #captain america #wade wilson #marvel incorrect quotes #marvel #avengers #avengers incorrect quotes

[prettiestcaptain]

in this house we stan kings who if/when given the opportunity to take something that would enhance them, they decline 👑

#sam wilson #captain america #falcon #m'baku #black panther #marvel #marveledit #mcuedit #my gif #king shit only #also pls I want them to meet so bad #anthony and winston have such a good chemistry together

[steveandnatlover76]

The birth of Romanogers…at least for me!

#romanogers #black widow #captain america #natasha romanoff #steve rogers #first meeting #Helicarrier

[sarahowritesostucky]

Modern Stucky and Howlies AU

The Fic:

What if when Steve came out of the ice, all the Howlies were still alive and living together in one retirement old folk's home? And Steve, having no connections with anybody in the modern world, spent tons of his free time visiting them and playing poker, sneaking them liquor, and just generally creating a headache for the semi-amused retirement home staff?

And Bucky is the care worker who grows to have a crush on Steve.

(**Bonus points if you name the Nursing Home "Shady Acres Care Home" , like where Loki stuck his father in Thor: Ragnarok)

#stucky #stucky au #howling commandos #howlies #steve rogers #captain america #bucky barnes #modern au #shrunkyclunks #retirement home #meet cute #steve rogers x bucky barnes #fic ideas #adoptables #fic adoptables #plot bunny #fic inspo #fanfic inspiration

[tencitizens]

Captain America: Civil War (2016)

~ First Meetings ~

Bucky Barnes || The Winter Soldier & Tony Stark || Iron Man

made for the Pride Prompt Party on the winteriron discord <3 what a first on-screen meeting, eh? LOL

#winteriron #tony stark #bucky barnes #winter soldier #iron man #captain america: civil war #first meetings #marvel cinematic universe #tony was very impressive in this scene #still got yeeted though right after these gifs lol #marvel #mcu

[rustandruin]

Chris Evans + People’s Sexiest Man 2022

They knew what they were doing when they styled this whole shoot.

#this is his gifted hair and his Steve Rogers clothes meets that one photoshoot why do I know this #pls do not perceive me I am going through something #this is what Bruce Springsteen sings about in his music #chris Evans #cevans #people’s sexiest man #2022 #Steve Rogers #captain America #rust and ruin blogs

[martianbugsbunny]

Stucky fanart in the Good Year 2023 anyone?

#I actually made this a couple of years ago #but I hadn't got round to posting it #I'm showing my 'loves old musicals' side here lol #stucky #Steve rogers #Bucky barnes #captain america #the winter soldier #(Bucky needs a new superhero name using the one hydra gave him is not the right direction marvel) #marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #fanart #foeart even #the trolley song #meet me in st. louis #also it's pencils/colored pencils on paper so if you see eraser lines no.u don't. #also I braved my hatred of drawing hands for this so be nice it's so hard to draw hands #captain america the first avenger #captain america the winter soldier #avengers infinity war #avengers endgame #(my unbeloved) #martianbugsbunny does art #martianbugsbunny ships

[jackiequick]

Blonde hair, blue eyes and a pretty little smile to match | Steve Rogers Fanfic

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OC

Timeline: Phase 1 -> 2012, Pre-Avengers

Summary: The last thing the girl needed was a reminder that her life sucked right now. Broken hands, broken heart and a broken spirt. She was healing slowly but surely but last thing she needed was to see a face like his. Or maybe that’s what she needed?

Characters mentioned: Sarah Rogers, Leo Strange, Theigo Strange

Marvel AU

———

Her heart felt like it beating out of her chest. The whispers in her head bounced around like a ghost in the mist of daylight. The city streets brought nothing to brighten up her mood. She just got out a physical therapy session with her older brothers.

Two brothers! Jeez, her dad clearly was busy that he made 3 children all at once.

She loves her brothers. Thiego and Leo are her lifeline whenever she needed it. She didn’t expect to find comfort in the both of them.

But sometimes it was suffocating being surrounded by them all the time.

Magic lesson one day, physical therapy the next and a consistent basis of reminders from doctors. Looks from people and old friends that you aren’t the same after this. That accident sent you for a worldwide mess. 

She didn’t feel pretty. She cried in her room last night about it. Her soft skin was now scarred. Her hands and arms were always wrapped in bandage. A cut on her forehead that result in some shitty set of bangs. She couldn’t do anything right, she felt anxious about everything.

Self-conscious. 

No one looked at her like a human being anymore. More like a half inch of what she used to be.

She wasn’t the girl she worked herself to be for the media’s eyes anymore.

All the years of work, interviews, training her spirt and wishful writing was down the drain now.

The press always showing up to ask her questions. Cameras following her movements across the streets. Upper east side ladies from the night of the accident such as Liane Felton took her accident as a way to show off and pretend to feel sorry about her.

It made her sick. She would’ve stay hidden behind the curtain of her hospital room if it wasn’t for the fact that she wanted some fresh air. She was caught up in her thought that she didn’t have a moment to think about what happened.

Her favorite small size coffee was splashed onto the sidewalk. Her shaky hands didn’t allow her to keep her fingers gripping the cup and it didn’t help that the jerk who roughly bumped into her, didn’t care to say sorry.

He just smirked looking over his shoulder as he walked away. Pathetic. He said underneath his breath. But she heard.

And he was right.

She stumbled into the ground about to lose her grip and let herself just fall. She squeezed her eyes shut, her legs felt wobbly and her lips parted into a broken sob in the back of her throat. Her face hurts. Her whole body just hurts.

Suddenly she didn’t fall. She could’ve swore she let herself stumble. But instead she realized that an hand was placed gently onto her forearm and the other cautiously holding the small of her back.

Her eyes met the face. However his face was turned to face the previous jerk from beforehand with a glare and shout. He walked her over to a small open table nearby a cafe, let her sit down carefully.

Which lead her to this moment.

She caught her breath in a hitched note, her eyes wet with tears and sniffling a bit. She rubbed her nose, finally looked up at the guy. She didn’t even realize he was asking, if she was alright for the second time in a row.

“Hey. Don’t cry, things happen. A-are you alright?” He asked.

Short blonde hair fell a little out of place. Light eyes. Pretty blues like the ocean on a warm autumn day. And small yet soft smile to match. It didn’t help that he had a beauty mark on his far left cheek. He looked like an all American painting.

A charming spirted man who loves to paints, drink a single coffee every Sunday morning and take a walk underneath the lower east side.

She has been through his before.

Being looked by the pretty blonde who asked if she was alright, saving her from her sad story and two years later he left her. Dead. Alone. Caught in a mist of sorrow.

She can already picture the other relationship ending in a framed silhouette of her crying her eyes out.

Her mother just died some time back. She didn’t need another reminder of what she lost. Not today. Please god, not today. Anything but today. She was a mess.

She couldn’t even look at the man who looked concerned about her. She was left lost for words for a second there, like she couldn’t breathe exactly what he meant. Tuning out his voice before tuning it back into her ears.

No. Not today. She reminded herself. You doesn’t deserve to be saved at this moment.

“Miss? Ma’am?” He asked once again, with such honesty in his eyes.

She let out a small group of words as her response, “..y-yeah. Yes I’m alright. Just peachy..”

“Hmm.”

“Look, I’m sorry you look busy, I’m fine. Just go on with your day, sir..”

“Uh, no it’s alright. I didn’t have much planned today. But you don’t look alright, do you need anything?”

“No. I’m fine…i um, thank you for sa—helping me.”

He softly smile, “Your welcome. I’m sorry that happened to you, you seem like you’re not having the best week and that guy just made it worse. No offense..”

“None taken.” She replied half smiling back, “I’m not having a good week and i thought a cup of coffee would fix it..”

“Well that’s New York for ya. The people are tough and don’t want to waste others time. But hey, at least you didn’t get coffee on yourself. So that’s a plus right?”

This time she let out tired chuckle and shook her head, “Yeah, your right about that.”

“You see? You’re day is looking up i hope.” He replies with a matching chuckle.

“Yeah..I’m sorry. I can’t do this. I have to head home soon..”

“You sure you okay?”

“Y-yeah..i can handle this.”

The women decided to walk out of the chair, only to stumbled as her hands started to shake. Twitching and shaking out of anxiety, nervousness and a flash of heat that crawled up her back. She wasn’t okay and she knew it.

He knew it. Guiding her to sit back down as he kneeled down in front of her. He caught her fall. He can tell she was nervous, he has seen it before in plenty of men and women.

His mother hands used shake out of nervousness, leaning against the kitchen counter and holding her breath. So his father used to gently guide his somewhat safe to sit, doing breathing exercises and run his fingers across her palms to let her know she was feeling something. Concentrate on something. Sometimes he held her wrists.

So he decided to do the same thing. This was more extreme that he seen, but he willing to give it a try. He wouldn’t forgive himself if he let the poor women go uncertain of her next move. 

His did some breathing exercises, telling her to hold her breath every once in a while before letting out. Coming up for air. Telling her to focus on his voice, his words. Just try and concentrate on his voice and the sounds around them.

“I-i can’t..” She said letting out a shaking breath, sounding like a whisper as she closed her eyes.

He kept a small smile on his face, running his gently fingers crossed the palms of her hands. “It’s okay. Focus on him, what do you feeling?” He asked.

“I just feel you…i-I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. Your okay. Is it okay if i hold your wrist, press them down onto your knees?”

She just nodded. Somehow she allowed him to do so. She didn’t know what it was? She didn’t want to be saved. Or maybe she did want to be saved? But she doesn’t always think she deserve it. But he didn’t see her exactly that way, he just wanted to calm her down.

In her eyes, she was the damsel in distress. He probably saw it himself. 

His voice was gentle as he talked about the last time he ever done this. It was a way to distract her, she knew it. But she didn’t care. She appreciated it actually. Taking a hold of her wrist eventually pressing them down, gently onto her knees to keep her balance.

Suddenly he realized something he forgot to ask. He chuckled to himself embarrassed he didn’t ask her this, nor did she ask him. They were literally in public doing this practice with the girl and he didn’t ask her. He thanked the lord for the cafe outside being somewhat empty.

He has seen her on TV. The News. The accident, the whole center of New York City talked about her. But she wasn’t anything like he imagined her to be. He has seen films and know people lie about their namesake for the spotlight.

To keep themselves sane and not let the whole public know everything.

Still he asked.

“Hey, what’s your name?” He asked the women holding her hands, with a gentle whisper.

“You don’t know my name?” She replied with a half smile.

“Oh, I know your name. I just wanna know if you know your name.”

“S-stella.”

He raise an eyebrow at her.

“Stella. Stella Strange.” She said with a soft smile chuckling.

“Okay, okay good.” He replied with a matching smile.

She let out a small laugh, it sounded like a scoff. She heard a significant change in his voice. He looked at her confused for not understanding why she was laughing.

“W-what-what’s so funny?” He asked with a light chuckle.

“You’re from Brooklyn.” She said with a smile.

“Y-yeah. How did you…?”

“I know an accent like that when i see it.”

“You caught me.”

“What you doing outside of Brooklyn? Waiting for the big guy?”

“Ma’am?”

The polite tone with his accent slipped out once again, as she chuckled at that.

“The big man? Iron man? He flies up and around theses parts. Stark Tower is a few blocks that way.” She told him, nodding her head a direction across from that.

“Oh? Oh no!” He replies with a chuckle this time, “No, I’m not sure I’m here for him. Just wanted to hang around the city. I love the parks here.”

“So why are you here?”

“I uh, don’t know yet. I live here now, moved out of Brooklyn some time again, and today, I decided to take a walk near the park. Grab a coffee and do some grocery shopping.” 

“Nice place to meet people.”

“Tell me about it.”

She noticed her hands started to stopped shaking as the time they talked. The gentle grip and movement he held on her rough scared hands calmed her down. She looked away ashamed.

Stella just met the guy, sheepishly let him hold her hands. He must’ve thought she was damaged or something with hands like that. He hasn’t even seen her arms.

She has taken out her bandages an hour ago for let her hands breathe but she hasn’t looked at them since then. Her arms still worn the bandages but her hands were exposed. The roughness, the way she couldn’t hold things correctly anymore for too long, the thick scares and the issues that came with it.

She felt ugly once again.

He noticed the look on her face and asked, “Hey..you okay?”

She nodded, “I um..yeah. Sorry, my hands aren’t the prettiest thing you seen…”

“Hey, look they aren’t that bad. They will heal soon, just takes time.”

“Yeah, i hope so too…they aren’t even the same anymore. It probably sounds weird but i hate it..”

“Everyone has cuts, bruises and scratches on their body. But that’s what makes us human.”

“..why are you so nice to me? We just met..”

“That’s right. I don’t know you and you don’t know me.”

“But..you helped me..why?”

“Yeah i know..because I believe everyone deserves a hand of kindness no matter who’s it’s from.”

“Who taught you that?”

“My mother..kindness is a strong thing. You should alway help people out, even if it’s the smallest thing.”

Those sounded like something her friend, Sam Wilson, might’ve said to her. A good solider.

Maybe she did need a bit of saving today? A small reminder of what she lost, but also what she might’ve been missing out on…?

That feeling of being helped, accepting the fact that she’s not okay and not being seen as a result of a crashing issue.

Who knows? She still thought she didn’t deserve it exactly.

However the smile on her face might’ve said otherwise.

She took a deep breath hearing that and chuckled, “What are you? The perfect man? Hercules in disguise…?” 

“I’m not perfect.” He replied with a chuckle, “I’m whoever i need to be today.”

“Prince charming…”

“What?”

“Your a knight in disguise. A heroic man…like a hero?”

If she only what they said about him, he thought. He just chuckled accepting her words and shrugged, not wanting to say too much. He was just glad he could help her out, returning a smile to her face.

He helped her stand up, noticing the time and realizing he should be heading home soon. They both should.

She thanked him once again for the helpful service he gave her. Before she walk away she asked him something. She should’ve asked him beforehand but wasn’t thinking straight to bring it into conversation.

She turned around, pushing hair out her face and asked, “Uh, hey.”

He hummed in response, hands in his pockets facing the young women.

“What’s your name?” She asked, sounding silly about it.

“Steve.” He replied with a smile, “Steve Rogers.”

“Nice to have met you, Steve.”

“Nice to have met you too, Stella.”

With that last minute, they walked different directions from another, facing the other way. Stella nodded, taking a breath and thanked the universe for fact she didn’t fall. That someone was kind enough to ask if she was okay today. Even if she wasn’t, it felt good.

Crossing their paths across the streets, not without Steve looking over his shoulder at the women before entering the general storefront. He nodded, start to feel okay that he woke up 70 years later in the future. The people will need help doesn’t matter what happens. He let out a small sigh smiling to himself.

Sometimes the smallest interaction with someone can leave an impact on you..

Thank you so much for reading this! 💙

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[evilhorse]

If yer half as good as Cap says ya are, then yer twice as good as ya oughtta be.

#captain america #steve rogers #falcon #sam wilson #nick fury #dum dum dugan #s.h.i.e.l.d. #redwing #first meeting #stan lee #gene colan #tom palmer #marvel comics #comics #70s comics #bronze age comics

[livingbreathingdreams]

❤︎ like a slime monster

Or conversations overheard at the craft store.

Single Dad!Steve Rogers x Reader drabble

"Crochet is a boring hobby for boring people." (Damien from Smosh said something to that effect in a video once, as a joke I think/hope.) Your heart sank a little, when you heard whoever made the comment, while you were looking at yarn for your new project.

Steve had heard it too. And he also saw you shrink into yourself. It made even him flinch, who had never held a crochet hook in his life. How could someone be so mean-spirited? Making fun of things that bring joy to people was one of the worst things a person could do.

"It exploded, like a slime monster, like something straight out of one of Peter's stories."

Your face must have given away your bewilderment because the guy you hadn't noticed standing next to you before chuckled warmly, put his hand on the girl's shoulders, and translated for you. "She's talking about an aloe plant. She overwatered it and it burst. I'm Steve."

His gaze on you felt soft and nice but you were also somewhat unsettled. Because of course you already knew who he was, who didn't knew THE Captain America?

When you looked down at the girl standing in front of you, you were greeted by two curious eyes, the same shade of blue as Steve's. It was common knowledge by now that he had a daughter but she was mostly being shielded from the limelight.

"I'm Liberty and what's your name Miss?"

"Nice to meet you Liberty, I'm Y/N."

Liberty's smile was wide and toothy, with a missing incisor, and it was infectious. "You know, I think crocheting sounds fun. Daddy and I bought a crochet stuffy at the farmer's market once and I still love it very much."

Shifting your gaze back to Steve you couldn't keep feeling bad anymore. Even though she was a little girl, who liked silly stories about slime monsters, she had his manners and his kindness and the expression on his face showed that he was proud of her.

#single dad!steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x reader #livingbreathingdreams #fluff #meet cute #hurt/comfort #i'm sorry but captain americas daughter is definitely named liberty

[m0rim00]

Bucky really does like staring at Sam a lot huh?

#Bucky Barnes #Sambucky #ship tag #Sam wilson #captain america #Sam Captain America #Winterfalcon #Simp tag #Bucky your gay is showing #HDHSIHID #This is kinda a mix between the High school Au and the main timeline #Imagine if they grew up together 🥺😭 that’d be such a cute AU #grunmpy Bucky meets sunshine Sammy

[musette22]

Happy birthday, sunshine boy 💛

#happy birthday stevie #!!!!!!!!!! #may the road rise up to meet you #may you always have reason to smile #may bucky give you all the birthday kisses #you deserve the world #steve rogers #captain america

[thatmexisaurusrex]

Just Sam and Bucky, picking Cass and AJ up from school for Sarah.

#sambucky #the daily sambucky fluff diary #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky headcanons #domestic fluff #sarah wilson #cass wilson #aj wilson #sam gets swarmed by kids who want to meet captain america #my headcanons

[buckets-and-trees]

Title: Steve and the Sandwich Fandom: MCU Characters/Pairings: eventual Steve Rogers x Reader Word Count: 994 Summary: Could a simple interaction with a stranger (a stranger everyone knows) be as simple a start to a love story as that? Warnings: Haha, none yet - slow burn? Also gluten. Additional Notes: Second drabble on the blog. This one, again, not strictly a WIP, but a series of drabbles with a plan – and in the same sphere as Bucky and the Bench.

There were scores of other lunch spots, but the line out the door for Defonte’s didn’t surprise or dissuade you as you’d been thinking of their sandwiches all week. The weather had exceeded your expectations, giving you a beautiful light jacket kind of day, with a slight breeze, and a sun that wasn’t glaring down on the citizens of New York yet. You take your spot in line behind a man in a baseball cap on his phone. You take your phone out of your pocket and begin scrolling through your apps as well.

The line moves regularly enough, not too fast or too slow, and after a few minutes, you’re approaching the point where you’ll be moving inside the door, which opens and closes every few moments as the line moves forward and customers leave. When you’re close enough that you can catch a delicious whiff of the food when the door opens, you unconsciously let out a small moan.

The man in front of you looks over his shoulder at you. “I agree,” he says, flashing a grin.

You laugh, a touch of heat rising in your cheeks with a small smile. “I guess I was too distracted to keep it in,” you raise the phone in your hand and slip it into your pocket.

He turns toward you and tucks his phone away as well. “Been here before?”

“Oh yes,” you respond. “You?”

“Since I was a kid – one of its many charms.”

“Me, too. Always worth the wait.”

What is happening? you think. You’re not prone to striking up conversations with strangers in public, but this guy has a smile that has somehow captivated you in how genuine it is.

You offer him your first name.

“Steve,” he returns.

You both just smile for a moment, eyes locked on each other.

There’s another whiff of bread and meats, and the line moves, giving you a moment to break the eye contact as you step closer to the door.

Then your brows furrow. “Wait…” you drop your voice, glancing at the people around you, then back at the features you’re realizing you recognize from a hundred publicity photos and appearances, “Steve – Steve Rogers?” You speak the last only just above a whisper, noting with the baseball cap, non-descript jacket, and the way he’s hunching his shoulders – and really his entire frame – to appear smaller, that he’s clearly trying to fly under the radar and get a sandwich like any normal person, not as Captain America.

He rubs the back of his neck nervously, a slight flush of red appearing on his cheeks. “Guilty.”

You grin more widely. “I’ll help you keep a low profile.”

“Thanks.”

“So, when you say you’ve been coming here since you were a kid…”

“They’ve been open since 1922,” he shrugs.

“Almost as long as you,” you tease.

He shakes his head, but there’s a twinkle in his blue eyes.

There’s a burst of adrenaline over the moment of flirting, and you desperately try to slow down your heart because if you’re not one to speak to strangers in public, you’re certainly not proficient at flirting, so you steer the conversation safely to comparing some of your favorite places around Brooklyn. It’s a safe topic you’d talk to any new acquaintance about.

It’s clearly safe and easy for both of you as the next ten minutes fly by until you’re interrupted by arriving at the counter to make your orders.

Steve orders the Sinatra Special, fries, Nicky’s hot salad, and a macaroni salad. When the guy working the counter asks if that’s it, Steve hesitates for a moment. “Um… whatever she’s having, too,” he says, turning his head to look at you, eyes quizzical.

“Really?”

“My treat if you’ll eat with me.”

Your heart briefly launches into your throat, and you open your mouth, but momentarily can’t seem to say anything.

“If you’re not busy,” he adds.

“I’m not,” you quickly reassure him, and his smile grows to match the broad grin that’s now split across your face.

The guy behind the counter isn’t impatient, but he does gently clear his throat, a small smile under his bushy mustache and beard. “And you’ll have?”

“The Cuban and some fries.”

The conversation does awkwardly pause until Steve pays and you get your food, with just a few glances shared between the two of you, but then once you’ve found a spot to sit and dig in, things fall back into a much more natural state. You end up agreeing to switch half your sandwiches with each other (everything here is always good), and when you reveal that you got your own fork and steal a bite of the mac salad, he scolds you and says it’s a good thing you got your own fries, but scoots both of his other sides to sit right between you two.

You prompt the exchange of numbers, and you send him a thank you text a few minutes after you part. It’s not immediate, but it doesn’t take him long to respond.

No, thank you! Honestly, it was nice to meet someone I could talk to and just be Steve with.

Then it’s radio silent for the rest of the day. Which is fine. It’s totally fine. He’s Captain freaking America. He’s a busy guy.

But when you wake up to a text from him Sunday morning asking if you’ve been to the Carrol Gardens Greenmarket because he’s thinking about heading there around ten if you want to join, you let him know you’re in and flounce happily out of bed earlier than you usually do on the weekend. As thoughts of his warm and eager smile and his piercing blue eyes surge through your brain, you get bursts of butterflies on the way there, but once you see those eyes and that smile again face to face, it feels almost completely normal, and the two of you fall easily into stride.

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Rear Window / The Lake House AU

where Steve and Bucky can somehow see into each others' apartments, even though Steve's is in the 1930s and Bucky's the present-day.

#stucky #au idea #stuckbunny #ficbunny #dat's me #they figure out how to communicate via written messages held up or sign language #and they finally get to meet in person when steve arrives in the future #and all the things that seemed very odd about bucky in the 1940s suddenly make sense #also timey wimey shenanigens #like bucky asking steve about his asthma via semaphore or w/e ... #asking 'why don't you take [asthma med captain america invented]??' which steve has never heard of #then flashes up the recipe/molecular construction on a sign #and that's how it got invented #bucky accidentally warning steve about the great depression in advance etc.