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America’s ass
Only Steve Rogers could look this beautiful after fighting hundreds of aliens and getting covered in dirt
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The Avengers (2012) - dir. Joss Whedon
Okay but, we saw him looking at footage of the Hulk smashing things while he was in the plane with Coulson, which is before this scene. He has an idea of what the Hulk is capable of, and most people see it as a threat, something to be wary about, but Steve just... doesn't mind.
He introduces himself to Bruce, shakes his hand, and talks about the Tesseract. Bruce asks him, indirectly, if he knows about Hulk, trying to see what Steve and the others think of him, but Steve doesn't even take it. He knows about the Hulk, he knows Bruce tried to recreate the super soldier serum, but he brushes over it and appreciates Bruce for the work he is here for: tracking the cube.
If we go a little deeper, one could think it's because Steve knows what it's like to have one part of you singled out, whether Hulk or Super Soldier, and he doesn't want to put Bruce in that position.
Steve isn't just Captain America, and Bruce isn't just Hulk.
Looking at the ages of the Avengers it's always so jarring to see the difference between Steve and everyone else.
Using the release date of The Avengers (April 25, 2012), I've made a list of Marvel characters' ages, youngest to oldest. (Not counting Peter Parker and Vision, who is like -2 years old. Wanda is 2 ages because her birth year was retconned in WandaVision).
Wanda Maximoff: either ±16 or ±22
Steve Rogers: ±26 years
Natasha Romanov: ±29 years
T'Challa: 31 years, 8 months
Sam Wilson: 33 years, 7 months
Stephen Strange: ±35 years
Pepper Potts: 40 years, 0 months
Clint Barton: 41 years, 3 months
Tony Stark: 41 years, 10 months
Bruce Banner: 42 years, 4 months
Scott Lang: ±43 years
James Rhodes: 43 years, 6 months
Phil Coulson: 47 years, 9 months
Nick Fury: 61 years, 9 months
See what I mean about it being "jarring"? All people in the room with Steve in The Avengers are older than him. Some of them even are older by literal decades.
I will never shut up about this because they literally put a 26 year old guy in a room filled with people older and more experienced than him, and then said "you're their leader now, figure it out".
And, looking at it from the other side, imagine Tony and Clint coming in and seeing that a guy who's FIFTEEN YEARS younger than them has to lead them into battle. And when Steve meets Sam, they share an age difference of six whole years.
I know 26 is a full adult, but considering everything Steve has been through in his life it's so shockingly young, and the way he was just thrust into the 21st century and made responsible for a team he knew nothing about is so sad.
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Okay but analyzing these is so much fun.
I’ve watched the scene of Age of Ultron a few times, and I discovered that Helen Cho is currently napping on the couch just out of frame, waking up when Clint goes to lift the hammer.
Maria is playing a cards game with Tony, Rhodey and Steve, of which the latter as his stack of cards upside down on the table. There are four cards open on the table in front of them; the ace of spades, the two of spades, seven of diamonds, and the nine of hearts (though I could be wrong, it’s blurry).
It’s also so clear Clint and Maria are not sitting on the couch. Bruce and Natasha are sitting on the couch/sofa, which all seem to be the same height, but they’re so much higher. Bruce is almost towering out above Clint, even though he’s leaning forward to Natasha. Clint is also leaned back, which highly suggests he’s sitting on the floor. He probably took a pillow and settled down there, just like Maria did beside him.
Clint is twirling the chopsticks between his fingers, Thor passes Steve the Asgardian mead again, and Natasha and Bruce are discussing Natasha’s beer bottle, as he holds it up to him later in the scene.
You can see various things on the table like Chinese take-out and Thor’s hammer in the middle. There are small decorations too, such as a blue candle in a somewhat large, black holder, a smaller white candle, and the hammer is supported by two books. There’s lots of nut shells on the table, so I guess they had some snacks. And there’s this wooden, pyramid shaped box thing with something silver inside on the table, but I don’t know what it is.
They also used a lot of different kinds of glasses, like a cocktail glass, Thor was drinking beer from a highball glass, some drink straight from the bottle, Steve drunk from a rock’s glass earlier, there’s a white wine glass in front of Thor, though he’s holding a smaller glass himself, and there’s lots of glasses that I just don’t recognize. It has a really tall stem, but also a fairly big bowl in the shape of a cone, you can see here:
During the party scene you can also see a few extras come into shot multiple times, like this blonde,
Who seems to join her friend in pink at the table behind Sam and Steve. Later, she can be seem laughing at Rhodey’s joke (center-left), and coincidentally, she sits with her friend in pink again!
I just love this scene. It gives me warm found family feelings🥰
Anonymous asked:
OK but imagine if Bucky was freed by the asgard soon after his fall and he lived there until the attack of manhattan and he comes to earth only to find out that Steve is alive
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Look at all these badass bitches being awesome while looking good, I love them so much.
"Have I gone mad?" Natasha whispered, her eyes wide on the giant cat with long grey fur carrying light blue stripes in a tiger print. Its big turquoise eyes were fixated on her, exactly like a predator would, and when it curled its mouth into a giant smile, she could see its razor sharp pointy teeth.
"I am afraid so," the cat answered, "You are entirely bonkers."
It looked around for a moment, its paws so light in the air that it was almost as if the beast was floating- Natasha then realized that it was. It leaned forward, closer to her, and Natasha quickly stepped back.
"But I will tell you a secret… " the cat spoke, a silent chuckle to its voice, "All the best people are."
“Who are you?” Natasha demanded, squaring her shoulders and masking her fear. She was not afraid. And even if she was, she sure as hell was not going to show it to some freak of nature. Her hand rested on her hip, at the place her gun rested.
“Hmm... I knew who I was this morning,” the cat answered, floating closer once more, putting on a thoughtful face, “But I have changed a few times since then.”
“That’s not an answer.”
The cat seemed to sigh, blowing out its cheeks as it rolled through the air lazily. “Such desire for answers, you do not like mysteries, do you? Well, I’m stranger. You’re stranger. Together, we are… strangers.”
The cat grinned again.
Having enough of being toyed with, Natasha reached for her gun, determined to take it and aim it at the monstrous cat that was slowly floating into her space. But when she wanted to grab it, all her fingers grasped at was air. It was gone. Her gun was gone.
In surprised shock, she looked up, only to be met with the second shock in just a few seconds. Instead of the giant cat floating through the air, there was now a woman idly playing with Natasha’s gun in her hands. She had hair exactly like the cat’s fur, perhaps even a little brighter than that. This could not be real.
“I’m unconscious, aren’t I?” Natasha asked, dropping her hands as she eyed the woman, “Unconscious or drugged or very, very sick. Either way, this isn’t real.”
“Who am I to determine what’s real and what isn’t?” the woman asked, in the same voice as the cat had spoken with, “You may have noticed, I’m not all there myself. To me, everyone is mad. I am, you are. We are.”
“How do I get out of here?”
“Well, some go this way,” the woman said, nodding her head towards her left, “And some go that way.” She nodded towards her right. “But as for me, myself, personally, I prefer the short-cut.”
She gave Natasha a smile, one that was not filled with razor sharp teeth, and Nat may have liked that, feeling some kind of warmth being granted a smile like that, but at the moment she was too busy trying to determine how to get out of here, and back to her friends. This was enough craziness for today.
“There’s never too much craziness,” the woman spoke, and Natasha jerked up and whirled around once she realized that the woman was now behind her. She opened her mouth to say something, but the woman was quicker.
“You asked who I am, well... They call me Cheshire.”
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Or: Natasha’s Adventures in Entirely Bat-Shit Crazy What-The-Hell-Is-Going-On Land.