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Ngl it's always pissed me off that Sam's not on this poster

Personally I'd have ditched Robert Redford. I don't care who you are dude 🤣

But even so, they had a helicopter and three jets on the poster and not one of them could've been Sam as Falcon, in flight being awesome?

Like it wasn't a spoiler who he was playing, or the costume. There's character posters. So why couldn't he be on this one!?

The film literally opens and closes on SAM!

a real sambucky fan never speaks ill of sam wilson

"They will never let a black man be Captain America."

-Isaiah Bradley

No, Sam doesn’t want to be Captain America. He never wanted it.

He didn’t dream of the shield. He did not beg to be chosen. This shield was given to him by Steve Rogers, the man who represented the ideal of Captain America. It wasn’t a reward. It was a transmission, an act of trust.

But Sam, he doesn’t mare about being a « symbol ». He doesn’t seek recognition. He just wants to do what’s right. And this shield, he accepted it to honor a promise. Not to represent a nation that has too often erased, humiliated and crushed those who look like it.

He knows what it means, being a black man in America. And why should he want to represent a country that, for centuries, refused to represent men like him? Why should he brandish a shield that, during all this time, has protected only a few? Why he should want to wear the colors of a nation that has locked up, tortured, erased Isaiah Bradley, a black soldier, a héros

Isaiah is right: America never wanted a black Captain America. It wanted a clean, white, smooth symbol. Not the truth. We need to talk. Especially to you, fans. We must stop beating around the bush Many of you did not want Sam Wilson as Captain America. Not because he’s not strong enough. Not because he is not worthy. But because he is black. And that, must be said. You have to look him in the face. Because since the beginning, Sam has never asked for the shield. He did not want to become a symbol for a country that, let’s be honest, never wanted to see a black man as the face of “America”.

Isaiah said it clearly: « They will never let a black man become Captain America. And he was right to say it. Because even today, in our reality, you have proven that it is still true.

You say it’s not the « real » Cap. That Steve is the only one. That Sam doesn’t have the « aura ». But let’s be frank: What you can’t swallow is that a black man can embody the symbol of a nation built on the exclusion of people like him. So like that, Steve is « the only real Captain America »? Explain to me why, when John Walker arrived with the shield, many of you accepted it without flinching.

It’s not the shield you’re defending. This is the image you want him to send back. And let’s be frank: this image, you want it white.

Sam, he never wanted to be Captain America. He didn’t want a shield. He refused. He gave it to the museum.

Because he knows that this country does not want him as a symbol.

hello i am having the time of my life

“The winter soldier look is so hot” yeah I don’t really find the leather fit where he was muzzled and tortured for years to be real attractive but to each their own

“I miss his long hair” fuck you, Bucky short hair made me happier than anything cuz like he finally got to cut that shit that he’s used to sticking to his face with oil, blood, and sweat and hair holds memories and all that stuff. Plus in Howling Commandos his hair was short and it feels like he’s becoming the man he once was and I will forever cheer for that.

Bucky bringing back blue as his color makes me so joyous cuz like that was his color in the first avenger!! And then he got to rep it again in late avengers and tfatws and I love that sm for him look at my healing strong resilient man!!!

I’m so proud of him and his journey and then thunderbolts was like “FUCK U LONG HAIR BLACK OUTFIT” NOOOO U DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’VE DONE TO ME IM GONNA BE SICK

And yea you could argue him having long hair again means like “he’s comfortable enough with himself to have it long again” but shshh I also just like the short hair.

Also like I’m all for his healing journey and I too think we should ditch the winter soldier title but like Bucky darling I love u sm I’m not calling you white wolf.

and one day,

I am gonna grow wings

a chemical reaction.

No because it suits them so well ok, let me indulge (#ﾟДﾟ)y-~~ (get it the wings are sam, them kissing is the chemical reaction.....)

Fuck I keep thinking about Sam Wilson and my heart is filled with joy and whimsy. I feel a deep connection to him like how Mr krabs feels with SpongeBob.

Sam me boy 😔

Look at him dawg he’s so 🤗

So true Sam

The reason why I started shipping Sambucky is because Anthony said Sam used to buy lube for Bucky during the Captain America : Civil War press tour.

One of the reasons why I keep shipping Sambucky is because Bucky always put Sam first:

Spiderman is atracking you? Yes, I'll take the fall with you.

Steve came back from the past as an old man? You go see him first Sam.

You're going on a mission I think it dangerous ? I'll miss court-mandated therapy sessions to follow you on that mission.

Ayo tells me to lay low in Wakanda for a while? I'll ask her for one last favor because you need a Captain America suit.

Joaquin is hurt and you need comfort? I'll be there for you even though I have this stupid gala later and I'm in the middle of an election campaign.

For Bucky, it's always Sam first and the rest later.

Ava and Yelena:

Ava and Yelana the second John walks into the room:

Fall Right Into Me: Snippet

This is a short snippet from my upcoming yuri SamBucky fic. Butch Bucky x femme Sam. It’s based off of Chappell Roan’s song: red wine supernova.

I won’t tell you much more about it other than there’s a lot of yearning…

“Holy sh—“

Bucky was at a loss for words—they were caught in her throat. The sight left her breathless and her cheeks rosy.

There, in the middle of their bedroom was Sam in a spaghetti strap mini red dress. It fitted her in all the right ways—showing off her curves and some of her best features. She had light makeup on—mascara that made her eyes pop. Sam was the definition of breathtaking even when she wasn’t trying. Even with nothing but a t-shirt and casual jeans on, Bucky couldn’t keep her eyes off of her. It left her drowning and gasping for air.

Sam was her air.

Bucky leaned against the doorframe of their bedroom with the biggest smile across her face.

“Are you going to keep gawking or are we going out?” Sam asked. Hands on her hips, she approached Bucky.

“Maybe I want to stay home and devour all of you, sweetheart,” Bucky replied.

Looping her arms along Bucky’s neck she softly sighed, “we’re going out. End of story. You owe me after you ate the rest of the bagel bites without me.”

Bucky snorted and rested her hands against her waist, “here we go again.”

Pushing her hand against Bucky’s chest, Sam rolled her eyes playfully. “Come on, we’re going to be late. It took you forever to get a reservation at this place. Let’s not waste it. I’m starving.” She pressed her lips against Bucky’s cheek.

“Can’t you eat me for dinner?” Bucky groaned playfully.

“Maybe another time,” Sam winked. She turned and walked to her vanity to grab her purse.

Bucky couldn’t help but gaze at her figure and the way her hair was styled. She stared with no shame—only a look of endearment. Bucky fell in love with her personality—how she rocked her hips with sass and confidence. The world was hers to rule and protect.

Tonight had to be perfect.

God she’s stunning and all mine…

mh. just remembered bucky barnes canonically said ‘i love you’ to sam wilson. much to think about

New fic, read it here.

Bucky sat on the balcony of his small apartment and pulled a lighter from his pocket. He lit the preroll with a sigh, staring out at the cityscape in front of him. His socked feet pressed against the bars as he took the first drag from the joint, tipping his head back to exhale the smoke. He needed his time away from his new “team,” and the insanity and stupid name they insisted on using. He needed a break, he needed a hundred miles of distance. Since he couldn’t get that distance easily without Yelena tracking him down, he sat on his balcony with a pre-rolled joint in his hand he bought from the most confused dispo-worker in Brooklyn.

He was allowed two more drags before a knock at his door made him curse and put out the smoldering paper. He walked slowly to the door and peered through the peephole, seeing Sam outside his door with a bag of takeout in his hands. A peace offering, Bucky assumed.

“Come on, Buck, I see you looking through.” Bucky muttered a quiet curse at Sam’s words and moved away from the door, taking a deep breath before he reached out to open the door. He used his left arm, letting the metal do the heavy lifting for him, feeling detached for just a moment. Maybe if his flesh didn’t close around the door knob as he pulled it open, he could ignore the sinking in his chest at the sight of Sam.

You know what I love so much about this scene?

Look at the people behind him.

You have civilians, who saw Captain America under the rubble and immediately rushed to help. They should be as far away from this zone as possible, but someone needed help. Someone who instills and inspires humanity in all of them needed help.

You have the head of security and Ross’s closest confidant right there with Sam too. You have the army and officers coming in, but no one makes a move.

Because Captain America is getting up.

They aren’t just in close proximity, they are standing behind him, waiting to see what Sam’s next move is. They could have easily drawn their guns at Ross, but they don’t. They wait for Sam’s instruction. They wait to see what he does.

And the civilians are STILL there. Even when Ross gets back up, they are still there, right behind the Captain showing so much bravery in the face of the destruction they just witnessed.

Because that’s the effect Sam has on people. That human strength to keep going, the trust that things will be ok. If Captain America still has fight in him after being knocked like that? I’d be standing right behind him too.

tower fics are so back baby

more thunderbolts* tweets + some thunderbolts* gc texts !!

“people are allowed to dislike things” WRONG nobody is allowed to dislike sam wilson

The plot of thunderbolts in one image

is it something so good, just can't function no more?

sambucky x love will tear us apart (fall out boy ver.)

There is no prize to perfection… only an end to pursuit.

viktor vs cait innit

I love when platonic love and romantic love is so blurred that it doesn’t even matter anymore. All that matters is the devotion that’s there, the unwavering devotion

Sick in Bed

A Caitvi sickfic

Word count: 2.2k

cw: all fluff

an: Howdy y’all, sorry for my absence, school decided to immediately kick my ass as soon as I returned. Nonetheless, I give you caitvi sickfic as promised a month ago. I’m also working on a Vi nightmare fic, and that should hopefully be out by the end of the month. The List is also on temporary hold, but hopefully by March I should have the next chapter out. Sorry for the delay. Hope you enjoy!

The early morning reys woke Caitlyn from sleep. She blinked blearily, rubbed the sand out of her eyes, and sat up. Vi was still asleep next to her, curled up under the blankets in a way where the sun could not disturb her. Cait admired her for a moment, as was her routine when she woke up before her. Her eye traced the soft curve of her cheek, the spattering of her freckles, the sharpness of her scars. But asleep, the sharpness of Vi seemed to smooth, like no problem in the world could touch her. Every problem would have to go through Caitlyn, first.

She leaned down and gave Vi a gentle kiss on the forehead, then slipped out of bed to go get ready. Cait had an early meeting this morning to discuss the future of the enforcers, how funds should be allocated, and new training initiatives. She hoped the meeting would be productive, a step in the right direction, a new beginning. Quickly she got dressed, then slipped her way out of the manor, grabbing a portable breakfast on the way out.

The meeting lasted hours, but the time flew, and by the end of it, Cait was feeling proud, hopeful, and incredibly tired. She made her way back to the Kiramman estate, excited to share all that was discussed with Vi. So, as soon as she got home, she headed straight towards the library, sure to find Vi there, but found it empty, the fireplace not even lit. Caitlyn found this strange; usually Vi was in there this time of day. Not dwelling on it, though, she altered course, making her way towards the kitchen. But again she came up empty.

“Vi,” she called out, continuing to pop her head into other rooms in search of her girlfriend. “Violet, where are you?” No response. In fact, the house was dead silent. So, she took to the stairs, aiming straight for the bedroom in hopes of finding clues that led to the whereabouts of Vi.

But when Caitlyn cracked the door to the bedroom open, she was met with a very similar sight from when she left. Nothing was out of place save Cait’s robe on the floor near the closet from when she got dressed. Not even the desk chair had been nudged an inch. The only difference was that Vi was awake, albeit still curled up in bed. Concern twisted her gut. Vi rarely if ever stayed in bed this late, and when she did she was usually on the brink of death. In a flash, Caitlyn was crossing the room, making her way towards Vi’s side of the bed. Vi, although still buried under the covers, had propped herself up with pillows, her head resting lightly on the cushioned headboard. She was sniffling slightly, and rather pale, with a thin sheen of sweat, and when Cait raised her hand to feel her, Vi broke into a deep, throaty cough that sounded like it hurt.

“Oh, my love, you're sick,” Caitlyn said, pulling her hand away from Vi’s burning forehead.

“It’s nothing, just a small cough,” Vi brushed off, but even talking seemed like it physically drained her energy.

“You’re burning up, darling. How long have you felt like this?” she asked gently.

“Since I woke up,” Vi responded. She closed her eyes and leaned back fully into the pillows, but was interrupted by another violent cough. Cait placed a hand on her shoulder, trying to steady her through her coughing, but it didn’t help much.

Caitlyn surveyed her very sick girlfriend, trying to come up with a plan. But the sharp edge of guilt met her first. If only she had noticed this morning. She could have postponed the meeting. Could have been taking care of Vi this entire time. Or she could have brought back some medicine. How had she not noticed? She struggled to push those thoughts aside and instead focused on what to do. Vi’s fever needed to go down, she needed water and food and medicine. And something for her throat. And probably her runny nose. Cait’s mind went a mile-a-minute with worry, but she focused on the first thing, Vi’s fever.

“Alright, darling, we need to break this fever you have, and I think a bath will help. Can you make it to the bath?” Vi grunted in response, which did little to ease Caitlyn’s worry. She straightened and headed for the bathroom, turning both bathtub handles to full. The water couldn’t be too hot, but it also couldn’t be too cold. Cait also added some eucalyptus oil and bath salts to the water in hopes it would help clear some of Vi’s congestion.

When Cait walked out of the bathroom and towards the bed, she saw Vi, eyes cracked open, watching her. “You're gonna make me get up?” Vi grumbled.

“Unfortunately that’s the only way to get you into the bath,” Cait responded. She leaned down, gave Vi a kiss on the forehead (a pre-apology), and ripped the bandaid off, or in Vi’s case, pulled the covers back. Vi let out a disdainful whine, but it was short-lived as Cait pulled her arm over her shoulder and dragged her from bed. This was much easier said than done, considering Vi was actually just pure muscle and was not helping in the slightest.

But eventually Caitlyn made it to the bathroom, a grumbling, achy, feverish Vi propped up against her. She leaned Vi against the sink, removed her arm from around her shoulders, and went to check the water temp. It was slightly too cold for Cait’s liking, so she turned the cold faucet off and left the hot one running. She then returned her attention to Vi, who was pathetically out of it, eyes closed, on the verge of falling back asleep.

“I’m going to take your clothes off now,” Cait said, voice low and laced with care.

“Kinky,” Vi mumbled back. Alight, so I guess she wasn’t that out of it.

Luckily, Vi was still in her pajamas, which meant Cait didn't have to struggle to take off too many articles of clothing. She started with Vi’s tank top first, which luckily was the one with the snaps, so all Cait had to do was unsnap it and pull it from Vi’s shoulders. She set it aside carefully, then leaned down, placed Vi’s hands on her shoulders, and gently grabbed Vi’s calf, prompting her to lift the limb so that Cait could take her sock off. She repeated the action with the other leg, then pulled Vi’s shorts and underwear down to around her ankles. She stood, helped Vi step out of them, and then helped guide her as she climbed in the bath.

The water was the perfect temp, not too hot and not too cold. The smell of Eucalyptus wafted through the air, and when Vi finally sat, submerged up to the chest, she let out a long sigh.

“I’m going to make tea and heat up some soup for you. I’ll be right back, alright darling?” Cait said, brushing a stray hair back behind Vi's ear as she said it. Vi just hummed in response, a noise much more positive than those of its predecessors.

With a parting kiss to Vi’s temple, Caitlyn slipped from the bathroom and made her way down to the kitchen, where she quickly prepared the tea. She went with peppermint and made sure there was a large serving of honey to go along with it. And thankfully there happened to be left over soup from the other night’s dinner, so she reheated that on the stove. She also filled a pitcher with ice water and grabbed a glass from the cabinet. Vi needed to stay hydrated.

She made quick work of all this, and was soon gathering it all on a tray. Carefully, Caitlyn made her way back up to the bedroom, placed the tray on the side table closest to Vi’s side of the bed, and returned to the bathroom, only to find Vi, head reclined against the tub, softly snoring.

Cait’s heart clenched. Vi really needed to rest, but the water had gone cold, and she needed to get out before she caught something else. With gentle hands, Cait ran soothing circles across Vi’s shoulders, whispering Vi, Vi, wake up darling, until eventually Vi’s eyes cracked open and she let out yet another groan.

“The bath’s gone cold,” Cait said as an apology. “And there is soup and tea waiting for you in the bedroom.” Cait guided Vi up from and out of the bath, an achievement that took effort, but less than that of getting Vi in the bath to begin with, so Cait took that as a sign that Vi was starting to feel slightly better. She towelled her off, making sure every inch of Vi’s skin was dry before helping her into a fresh set of pajamas, this time an old t-shirt and sleep shorts.

Once Vi was fully dressed, Cait led her out towards the bed, helping Vi sit right on the edge. She then pulled the small side table, the one that held the tray, closer, the wooden feet scraping slightly on the tile floor, to sit right in front of Vi. Vi took one look and actually turned her nose up at it, completely disinterested.

“I’m not hungry,” Vi grumbled, sniffling afterwards.

“You haven’t eaten all day. You need to get something down. How about some tea to start,” Cair prompted. “It's peppermint, one of your favorites…”

Vi’s nose came back down, surveyed the tea, and tuned up again. “What’s in it for me?” Vi asked, like this was some sort of a trade deal.

“Not starving, is what’s in it for you,” Cait replied, trying, and failing, to keep the slight edge out of her voice. She was tired, and really just wanted to cuddle Vi back to health, but they were human, and humans needed to eat. When Vi didn’t turn her head down, Cait continued, “Alright, I’ll make you a deal. You eat and drink everything in front of you right now and then once you’re feeling better I’ll let you do anything you want for a whole day.”

Vi perked up at this. “Anything I want?” Cait nodded. “Alright, fine,” she agreed. So Cait grabbed a spoonful of soup and brought it up to Vi’s lips, her opposite hand hovering below to prevent drippage. Vi looked up at Cait, a crease forming between her eyebrows, but opened her mouth, accepting the spoonful and swallowing it down. “I don’t need babything,” Vi grumbled as her girlfriends brought another spoonful up to her mouth.

“Well, what if I want to baby you?” Cait asked, lifting the spoon slightly to indicate that Vi should open her mouth.

She did, swallowing down another spoonful, and shrugged. “If you insist.”

They continued on like that, Cait bringing spoonfuls of soup up to Vi’s mouth, Vi swallowing it down, an intermission of tea and or water breaking the soup flow, until the tray was empty. By this time, the light streaming in through the windows was bathing the bedroom golden, indicating sunset was right around the corner. Cait moved the side table back to its original position, the legs scraping on the floor as she did so, and helped to move Vi’s achy form into bed.

But when Cait turned to move away, prepared to go get some quick work done before bedtime, Vi let out a squeaked, “Cuddles?” which had Cait melting from the inside out. She turned to look at Vi, whose eyes were full of sleepiness and a slight hint of pleading. Cait couldn’t say no, not even if she tried. And she really didn’t want to. There were some things left over from the meeting that needed to be finished, paperwork to be signed and files to organize, but Cait was tired, and she couldn't agree more to cuddles.

“Alright, but let me go change quickly. And then we can cuddle all night long,” se said, caressing Vi’s cheek and giving her a soft smile.

“Okay,” Vi grumbled, but there was no edge, and when Cait’s hand dropped away from her face, she leaned back into the pillows, making herself comfortable under the covers. But her eyes remained on Cait, watching as she moved to the closet, pulled out a fresh set of matching baby blue silk pajamas, slipped into them, then crossed the room back towards the bed to finally meet Vi under the covers. Vi didn’t wait, she nestled her head into the crook of Caitlyn’s shoulder while one of her hands found its way just under Cait’s silk tank top, the skin-to-skin helping her drift further into sleep.

“Do you feel a little better?” Cait whispered into her hair. Vi simply nodded, nuzzled in further, and closed her eyes, drifting off to the sound of her love’s heart beating steadily beneath her ear. Cait was slower to follow, considering it was still pretty light out, so she simply admired Vi, gently played in her hair, and enjoyed the steady breathing of her girlfriend, until eventually she followed Vi into sleep.

Thanks for reading! Also you can’t convince me vi doesn’t wear socks to sleep and I saw a video on what arcane character wear to sleep and cait’s was a light blue silk matching set and I said yes thank you I’ll use that.

Caitvi (Space Version) 🚀⭐️🧁

based on the caitvi nasa fic “I would bring you the stars and the moon” by gutterwitch on ao3 :)

"It's never too late to build something new"

Finally finished this totally canon missing scene that definitely happened 💔