“It wasn’t him, Tony. Hydra had control of his mind.” “Move.” “It wasn’t him!”
He’s strong. Fast. Had a metal arm.
It’s kind of hard to find someone with shared life experience
The past is never where you think you left it
I just had a thought on Steve’s initial argument against the Accords.
What if they send us somewhere we don’t wanna go?
What if they don’t send us somewhere we think we should be?
He already had a point in his life when he knew he could be helping the people who needed it, but was limited to a star-spangled costume and jaunty theme tune. He’s been put on the bench before, and he’s seen people he cared about suffer because of it. If they’d let him out sooner, maybe Bucky and his unit would never have been captured. Maybe Bucky would never have been tortured and hurt and made into Zola’s plaything.
Given the war that Steve fought in, and given that he saw how America hung back until Pearl Harbour happened, I don’t imagine he’s ignorant about how they could end up being put on the shelf while conflicts raged, until they were absolutely necessary. On top of that, he has watched his identity as Cap be used for politicking, to sell war bonds, to encourage patriotism and all that jazz, even after his death.
And here’s a thought: Tony was the one who created and unleashed his weapons on the world. Steve was one of those weapons. It’s the difference between being the seller and being the product. Tony sees it as a quality control. Steve sees it as losing his autonomy and becoming that dancing monkey again.
God Bless Captain America.
Steven Grant Rogers, July 4th, 1918.
You’ve been asleep, Cap. For almost seventy years.
Steve in the Third Avengers Uniform.