#not captain America hate

[ironspidersblog]

Tony: hey so I’m really upset you kept the secret of my parents death and their killer from me. I get he’s your friend but I would’ve just liked to of known

Cap:

[srdonix]

Not to be dramatic but do you think Steve ever worries that his mum might not recognise him in heaven?

[11thsense]

It's the first time I've sketched Bucky in at least 5 years, and it will likely be the last. But in honor of 10 yrs of CA:TWS, here is the last 11thsense Bucky.... ever🚬

[mndvx]

X-MEN ‘97 – Bright Eyes (S01E07)

[sapphirerogers]

The thing about Captain America: Civil War is that it's part of a trilogy about one specific man named Steve Rogers. Therefore it is supposed to be about Steve Rogers and primarily from his perspective.

It's the episode right after CATWS, and the story is supposed to directly tie in with the events of CATWS. It's hilarious (= enraging) how people just seem to conveniently overlook that little detail while talking about (or rather, shitting on) Steve's decisions and actions.

When you see him argue against the accords, you're supposed to actually remember that the government was infiltrated in the previous Cap movie and it was only two years ago. And that Steve was right in the middle of the fray.

When you see him trying to save the other supersoldiers, you're supposed to correlate that to him discovering the Winter Soldier and as shown in the last scene of CATWS, finding out everything Hydra did to Bucky.

When Steve says "He's my friend," you're supposed to remember Bucky falling from the train in CATFA, and 2014!Steve saying "even when I had nothing, I had Bucky." And you're supposed to empathise with the scrawny kid from Brooklyn who had no one but James Bucky Barnes in his corner. You're supposed to remember that Bucky would, and did follow this scrawny kid into the jaw of death.

Every single thing he does/says has a background in the previous two movies.

Now you might say "yeah but so does Tony-" yeah and tell me something, is it called "Iron Man: Civil War"? Or "Avengers: Civil War"?

Saying Steve's the bad guy in his own fucking movie is you completely missing the entire point of all three of the movies with him in the title.

Edit: I've noticed that this post is gaining a lot of traction. I'd like to introduce you (if you haven't been to my blog before) to a protest my friends and I are trying to set into motion called #ReleaseStuckyCWScene. The details to the original post are here, and the petition that you can sign to show your support is below. Please consider signing it and reblogging the original posts more.

[chirp-featherfowl]

"I'm going to get a good grade in mourning, something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve." - Scott Smajor, allegedly after his husband/object of theoretical affections died horribly

[fizz-pop-thwip]

Can Iron man dick riders take 2 seconds to use critical thinking skills. "What if it was your parents" NO ONE IS BLAMING TONY'S REACTION BUT DO YOU SERIOUSLY JUST EXPECT STEVE TO SIT THERE AND LET IT HAPPEN??

He knows Bucky has been tortured and been through fucking hell for 70 YEARS, not to mention that is his best friend, you want him to just stand and fucking watch?? They didn't 'jump tony' tony attacked first and they went as far as they needed to aka disabling Tony's weapon, that being his suit.

It makes me think that people haven't watched CATWS BC Bucky is quite literally as innocent as they can get, he was stripped of all his autonomy. He had no choice over his actions, do I need to define mind control for some people?? Seriously.

I feel like I need to reiterate like 10 times over, No one is blaming Tony but you cannot possibly blame Steve for protecting Bucky because Bucky is a victim.

[swiftyangx12]

🤖Confrontation⭐️

Transformer Animated x Captain America![Reader]

[Synopsis]: After coming back from an errand run with Bumblebee and Sari, Captain [Y/N] “Buddy” [L/N] witnesses Optimus being berated by Sentinel who came to Earth for some orders. The Leader of the Avengers didn’t like the whole ordeal they’re watching so they step in to shield Prime away from unnecessary drama.

[Gender Neutral]

[PLATONIC]

[WARNING]: Nothing much, except for a phrase involving the B-word and S-word at the end.

[Inspiration]: Credits to @in1-nutshell for their fun writing. (Hi! I was the anon who requested the Captain America![Reader] with the TFA cast.)

[(A/N)]: The author I’m basing off of their work uses “Buddy” as a placement for the readers until they come up with an official name, depends on the requests they received. So, I thought of using this aspect by making it as the reader’s nickname in this piece. Like Bucky Barnes from the Marvel franchise.

[Bumblebee, Sari and Captain [L/N] had came back to the Plant after an errand run. The three stepped inside only to witness Optimus being talked down by the most unlikable Elite Guard who just so happened to be assigned for some business on Earth.]

Captain [L/N]: That’s the jerk who you guys told me about?

Bumblebee: Yeah, that’s Sentinel Prime. He and Boss-bot had history together back in their academy days.

Sari: He sounds much harsher than last time.

Captain [L/N]: I don’t like what I’m seeing. *Marches over the two*

Bumblebee: Whoa whoa whoa! What are you doing?

Captain [L/N]: Putting this mech in his place.

[Then the captain approaches to Optimus and Sentinel.]

Captain [L/N]: Hey! *Throws their shield at Sentinel to get his attention*

Sentinel: *Gets knocked to his helm* Ow! Who threw that?!

Captain [L/N]: *Catches their shield as it bounced back* I did.

Bumblebee & Sari: *Awestruck* You have to teach us that.

Captain [L/N]: Now is not the best time, guys. Maybe later. Optimus, are you okay?

Optimus: Oh, I’m fine. You surprised us with that shield of yours.

Captain [L/N]: At least you’re good. I need to have a word with this mech. Could you do me a favor?

[Optimus lifts Buddy up to Sentinel’s optic level.]

Captain [L/N]: Thanks. *Clears their throat* Son, you need to stand down and listen.

Sentinel: Oh, I see. You’re the one organic with the shield helping this team. Why should I hear you out?

Optimus: *Looking at him with the “You better listen because they don’t mess around” type expression on his faceplate*

Sentinel: *Groans* What?

Captain [L/N]: Do you know why you’re given the Prime title? Because you believed you earned it, which you did. However, you should have used it wisely.

Sentinel: *Scoffs* Wisely? Of course I’m using it wisely. I got the title because I worked hard to earn it.

Captain [L/N]: Just because you gained it doesn’t mean you can boast it around or use your position to abuse your colleagues, your subordinates, your comrades. It damages possible connections, plus you look like an aft-hole from that behavior of yours.

Sentinel: Hey, watch it. What do you know about positions, anyway?

Captain [L/N]: I earned mine back in my world during one of the great wars and became a leader of the Avengers. I use those titles to not just save civilians from danger, but also build better communication with my team and act accordingly with one another for a brighter future. As of what I’m witnessing here is you acting like someone with poor leadership skills.

Sentinel: Can’t believe an organic is talking down on me.

Captain [L/N]: *In a stern commanding tone* What was that?

Sentinel: *Spooked a bit* Nothing! It’s just unbelievable I’m being lectured by a flesh-ridden organic. I mean, why is this happening? Why are you intruding my business with Optimus?

Captain [L/N]: Because I have the right in this situation. I’m captain since the 1940s, sacrificed myself to save my world, my home, the people I cared about and…someone I didn’t get the chance to dance with…

Sentinel: How old are you, exactly?

Captain [L/N]: “This son of a b*tch…💢” Old enough to be someone’s grandparent, but that’s not the case. You need to stop belittling Optimus and his team since they’re doing you favors by foiling the Decepticons’ plans of destruction. Where’s your sorry aft when they risked their Sparks?

Bumblebee: Wow, they’re pulling in our words.

Sari: Buddy told me they were studying your vocabs during downtime. They thought it’s easier for you guys to talk with each other.

Sentinel: That’s because…

Captain [L/N]: There is no excuse to behave like that with anyone, especially to Optimus who even I can see potential in him.

Sentinel: *Struck his already fragile ego* You’re really going for that, huh?

Captain [L/N]: Not the first time I seen people with potentials greater than they assumed.

[As some time passed while Captain [L/N] lectures at Sentinel of what truly makes someone a great leader, they let a final saying towards the end.]

Captain [L/N]: One more note: Optimus Prime is a better leader than you. He and his team had fought the enemy countless times on Earth while your Elite Guards are busy dealing with Cybertron. He even cares about them and their well-beings as well as people on Earth. Don’t ever talk down on him or anyone else. You’re dismissed.

[After the talk and Sentinel returned back to Cybertron, the young Prime approached to the captain.]

Optimus: Buddy, you didn’t have to stand up for me. I can handle him.

Captain [L/N]: Optimus, I worked with people like him and nobody else stood up for me back in my day. I had to fight my own battles when my best friend wasn’t around on time. Someone has to do what’s right by sticking together and not repeat the cycle.

Optimus: I’m sorry you went through that, Buddy.

Captain [L/N]: It’s all in the past so I’m okay. You’re a great leader, Prime. Don’t forget that. And never mind the unnecessary comments Sentinel has said.

[Buddy then walks off and returns to Bumblebee and Sari.]

Bumblebee: Wow, you really talked him down..

Captain [L/N]: I thought the guy needed some humbling. Or what my friend, Peter explained back home.

Sari: Speaking of your friends, you got any more stories to tell?

Captain [L/N]: There’s plenty to tell from my universe. One time when Bucky had to sneak out…

[Bonus Content!]

[Captain [L/N] teaching some of Team Prime how to throw a shield (or any weapon) like them.]

Sari: *Missed a target* Sh*t!

Captain [L/N]: Language!

Bumblebee: Use Slag next time.

Captain [L/N]: Again, language.

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[A/N]: Make sure to check out Nutshell’s work! (@in1-nutshell)

[spidergrotto]

realistically, spider-man has probably befriended loads of vigilantes ( maybe even kind of sort of criminals ) while patrolling and he’s probably got thousands of connections without realizing it.

at this point in time he’s been to loads of avengers meetings and debriefs and while it’ll never NOT be cool, he isn’t.. it just isn’t something he looks forward too or stressed about anymore.

so he’s been caught late a few times, stumbling in mumbling apologies and excuses ( tony teases him for it— oh are we not cool enough for you? )

he’s late for a briefing this time, some sort of underground network of bases ( it’s a secret lair, why can’t they just call it a secret lair? ) and peter isn’t really surprised, he’s worked on these sorts of missions before—

“oh, mr captain rogers — deadpool is already working on this one, he invited me yesterday but i was napping and missed the call, don’t tell him that though he’ll get sad.”

and suddenly he’s being questioned by everyone but clint who wasn’t all that surprised ( neither was natasha, but what bussiness did peter have talking to people like deadpool? )

“when the hell did you start talking to deadpool—”

“ he has your NUMBER?—”

“ we’re friends mr stark— what do you mean— i know other— of course i’m friends with other vigila— is anyone listening?? ”

“did you hack karen? why wasn’t i— this should be in the baby monitor—”

“why did he contact you of all people— is he doing this alone? do you know how dangerous—”

[levans44]

leave me with nothing when I come down

pairing: steve rogers x fatal touch!reader

summary: The Almighty Captain America, laid to waste by your bare hands and pussy.

Now wouldn’t that make for a nice headline.

warnings: 18+ SMUT, just pure filth, some angst, FWB, hate fucking, heavy choking, breath play, sub steve rogers, subtle fdom, reader has fatal touch meaning she can't make bare skin contact with anyone without killing them

word count: 1.8k

a/n: I... don't even have words for this one, really. just that steve rogers with a choking kink and submissive streak would heal me.

"Second time this week.”

“Shut up. Take that shit off.”

A 2 a.m. text is all it takes. 

He’s at your door, helmet in hand, hair wild from the ride—straight off the tarmac, still carrying the scent of Marrakesh on his skin.

There's no small talk, no kissing, no preamble.  

It’s not like he needs it anyway, the strain of him evident against the kevlar—a monument raised in devotion. 

Because out there, beyond the sanctum of your studio apartment, he’s a god of war—sharp lines, discipline incarnate. Issuing orders like edicts and delivering punishing blows in the name of combat training. 

But in here? He’s just a man. 

Yours.

His uniform sloughs off like old skin—discarded offerings marking a trail to the altar of your living room. The shield leans haphazardly against the doorframe, forgotten.

There’s a dumb, boyish grin on his face when you corner him against your threadbare couch, climbing over him and settling roughly in his lap. And when your bare thighs slide up next to his own, caging him beneath your heat, his lashes flutter involuntarily—because the first touch is always an adjustment, no matter how many times he’s been here. 

Like a live wire pressed to his skin, ripping through his veins and setting every nerve ablaze. 

All the white-hot brilliance of a collapsing star; tiny supernovas erupting under his skin, leaving behind a constellation of heat marking your divine path. 

You narrow your eyes at him, nostrils flaring, yet your dainty fingers still tremble when they rise up to his chest.

The locus of your power—where your touch is most potent—laid flat over the flushed skin covering his heart. The thrum of his pulse flutters against your palm, reassuring.

Still beating.

The first time you'd touched him, you’d been so cautious—fingertips barely grazing his skin, sending sparks across the top of his knuckles. Yanked your hand back just as quickly, wide-eyed and breathless as if you expected him to crumble to the ground in front of you.  

Instead, he’d caught your quivering hand in his, grip warm and unyielding.

It’s alright. 

Guided it under his shirt, pressing your palm flat against his chest, just left of where the five-point insignia's etched into his skin. He'd kept your hand there for a long while, letting you feel the warmth of human flesh, the steady rise and fall of a moving ribcage besides your own—maybe for the first time.

Met your gaze as if to say:

See? Still beating.

Disbelief and trepidation in your eyes when you stared back, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

But when it didn’t—when he didn’t—you’d gone straight for his lips instead.  

“Where’d you go, Rogers?”

Your distant warning calls him back, punctuated by a soft tsk as your hips tease slow circles over his lap. One hand braced on his shoulder for leverage, his stomach glistening with your arousal. 

There’s something chiding in the furrow of your brows, the purse of your lips—like you’re disappointed that he’s managed to remain in one piece. Like setting him alight was the only absolution.

He blinks, still drowning in the feeling of your skin against his, the overwhelming burn reduced to a steady buzzing as his eyes focus back on you. 

But it’s too late—you’ve found other ways to keep his mind tethered.

Your arm slides behind your back, finding the head of his cock, swollen red and throbbing in time with his heartbeat. As soon as your fingers graze the tip, his breath hitches, abs clenching like he’d taken a blow to the gut. His hands shoot up to grip your hips, palms searing at the contact. 

An appeased grin touches your lips as you stroke him once, twice, then sink down in a single, fluid motion, the heat of your body enveloping him whole. 

“Oh, fffu—“ 

His mouth falls open, a half-formed hymn forming on his tongue, the rest swallowed by the ruthless pace you set.

Both hands anchored to his chest as you lift back up, until just the head of his cock is enveloped by the tight, wet ring of your entrance. You swivel your hips in a slow, teasing circle, testing his restraint before sinking all the way back down. Then you'd start over from the top, the weight of your thrusts heavy and relentless—eyes squeezed shut, head thrown back as if you’re basking in the first downpour after a lifelong drought. 

He tracks your every movement, eyes lazy and half-lidded, head lolled against the back of the couch. The thick column of his neck bares itself to you, his jugular pulsing a steady offering.

And being the merciful god you are, you take it.

Four dainty fingers curl around his throat, your thumb pressing just enough to feel his breath catch, his pulse thundering under your grip. Searing heat shoots up his neck, sharp static rippling across the flesh.

And as his vision grows hazy around the edges, you begin to glow at its center. Your silhouette illuminated by a blinding radiance as you bask in his pain—the ache, the burn, all laid bare for you.

“That’s it, show me.”

His voice breaks out gravelly and thick, nearly unrecognizable with you pressing down on his vocal cords. His hands grow restless, quick to worship the curve of your hips, your stomach, before sliding up under your shirt. Calloused fingertips find your nipples, pebbled and straining against the flimsy cotton, and pinch hard enough to elicit a choked gasp. He smiles as you glare and press harder against his neck, betrayed by the way you clench around him when he repeats the gesture. 

The only man who can withstand your touch without succumbing to its power. His super-soldier healing ability absorbing your raw, unbridled energy, strong enough to send anyone else into a permanent coma with just a moment’s touch. 

And there’s a thought in there somewhere, deep in the corner of his sex-fuddled, oxygen-deprived brain, about something Sam once told him. How some people grow so accustomed to pain that they seek it out—caught in a relentless cycle of self-destruction and sabotage, never having known a life without it. 

Sound familiar, Steve?

And maybe the fact that this was what he was thinking about, in the midst of being fucked into oblivion, was a good example as any to prove Sam’s point. But he shoves that thought aside too, tossing it onto the ever-growing pile, stacked miles high. 

Like all the others, it’ll have to wait. When you’re not grinding your hips and arching into his touch, so warm and tight and perfectly fitted around him.

So he pushes you harder, meeting your thrusts and pinching your nipples sore until you’re struggling to keep your eyes open. Draws you to the edge, just like he knows how, that line where control and reason blur into nothing but raw sensation. 

His Adam’s apple bobs under your palm when he swallows thickly, smiling: 

“You’re gonna cum, aren't you?”

You let out a sharp breath, eyes squeezed shut, whispering as if you’re pleading for forgiveness. 

“Shut up. Shut up.” Your prayers grow louder still.

“God, just fucking—”

He meets your glare with a steady gaze, the subtext in his eyes clear as day:

Do it. Try me.

You slow the relentless rotation of your hips, brows furrowing as you lift your other hand. It hovers for a moment, uncertain, before draping over the one already pressed to his neck. 

The added pressure’s enough to actually render him starved for air, back arching as his breathing grows shallow. Pressure builds up in his ears, the blood rushing to his head and muffling the world around him, leaving him with only the thrum of his own pulse and the filthy slaps coming from between his legs, wet and frenzied as you pick up your pace.  

Your brows are knitted together, a bead of sweat rolling down the curve of your temple. Knees rubbed raw against the scratchy upholstery as you roll your hips over and over, hands still fixed over his throat. With no room to swallow, spit starts to pool in his mouth, the same time your rhythm falters, a familiar pattern of spasms signaling your end. 

He’s right there with you, teetering on the brink—whatever breaths he can muster getting shorter, faster. It leaves him lightheaded and reeling, the serum working overtime to absorb the onslaught of your energy. 

And if the thought of his healing ability stretching out so thin, enough that you could actually choke him to death, only makes his dick swell inside you, then… fuck it. He likes the noises you make anyway, eyes rolling back every time it finds that tender spot deep within you. 

The Almighty Captain America, laid to waste by your bare hands and pussy.

Now wouldn’t that make for a nice headline.

He drops one hand to find your clit with deft precision, desperate to see you tip over the edge before his lungs give out. Rubs tight, small circles, just above where his dick’s plunging into your heat, until you're twitching violently against him, collapsing forward with a sharp, fractured cry. 

Your hands release around his throat, flying up to grip his hair instead, and the sudden rush of oxygen precipitates his own release as he bucks up into you, a strangled groan ripped from his abused throat.

He finds solace in the crook of your neck, the cradle of something divine, as light bursts behind his eyes. He comes in thick, pulsing ropes, his body collapsing under the weight of the sensation, trembling as he’s made undone by your touch. 

He blinks away black dots from his vision in the comedown, ears still ringing as you shuffle off his lap. You raise a soft tissue in his direction, smiling at his defeated form—legs spread and chest heaving—and grant him a few more breaths before he lifts himself off the couch.

“Same time next week?”

"Fuck off, Rogers.”

With a tired huff, you snatch up his uniform off your floor, shoving it against his chest. He smiles, letting his hand brush against yours, savoring that electric surge one last time. 

His shield feels feather-light when he slings it across his back, giving you one last look before you slam the door in his face. He doesn’t miss the blush that bloomed across your cheeks, just seconds before you averted your eyes, mirroring the one on his own face. 

Because the truth is, he needs this just as much as you do. Maybe more.

Someone to break the parts of him that never healed quite right, snapping them clean so he can piece them back together. 

As he stares at the faded mahogany of your apartment door, that familiar high begins to settle in—a fleeting but vivid taste of what it felt like before the serum, when cuts stayed open and bruises remained tender for weeks. 

And as the long-lost weight of exhaustion starts to seep into his bones, making his eyelids grow heavy, he rejoices. 

He’s treading on nothing but air when he bounds down the stairs of your building, giddy with anticipation for a night of deep, unbroken sleep. 

He’ll dream of you until the next time he’s back.

[mylols16]

captain america is amazing, and his story of being a man out of time and feeling alone but then realizing buckys still alive and that he has someone familiar with him now and that no everything he cared about in his old life isn't gone only to realize what hydra did to bucky and how he doesn't remember steve and just how much hes been through in the last 70 years. and basically saying fuck his reputation with the public fuck what his friends say and fuck the law (in true steve fashion) he'll follow bucky till the end of the line and try his hardest to keep him safe and give him his life back. all while realizing he can never truly go back, back to before he was frozen in ice. back to before the war when it was just him and bucky. when it was all familiar. its all just so beautiful. anyone who says they dont like steve is wrong and anyone who says steve didn't love bucky is wrong. and i will never forgive marvel for giving steve the most out of character ending of any marvel character. considering he's one of the original six you think they would've done him right. and i think thats why i didn't like steve at first because i became a fan after endgame and watched his whole storyline just for it to end like that. steve would never abandon bucky, or sam for that matter. steve would never abandon any of the avengers even if he hasn't talked to them in years. and after reconnecting with peggy in winter soldier he'd never take the life she built away from her. anyway im having a lot of feelings about chris evans if you cant tell

[newtmas-supremxcy]

I'm so sick of seeing nothing but steve hate when I search for stucky edits on tiktok like seriously can you just stop for one second and actually be considerate to those who like his character and didn't stop shipping him with buck/suddenly pull a 180 and decide to despise him becuase of a shitty ending the writters gave him honestly it is so exhausting

[bbyboybucket]

I absolutely hate to do and say this bc yall know I love Sam but with the Cap 4 trailer coming out today, I wanna let everyone know that Sabra or “Ruth” 🙄 is still very much in the movie and a lead. And in case y’all don’t know, not only is she a lead, but the actress is an IDF soldier in real life. Personally, I’m likely going to boycott the movie and may not even watch it via pirating depending on how this plays out. And it’s okay if anyone else feels the same way, we may love Sam and Cap movies but that’s not worth supporting a real life Zionist and IDF soldier

[brainrotcharacters]

It's hilarious how the visceral adoration Wade felt for Captain America was equaled only by the visceral hatred he felt for Johnny Storm

[hettolandija]

CA:TWS location title cards in style of CA:CW

@catws-anniversary

[americandreamerss]

no context but like. mouth to mouth? kiss? both?