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As Evans gets into the elevator to ascend to Marvel’s floor, he politely holds the door for other passengers hurrying back from lunch. All of them recognize Cap, even in his civilian clothes, but nobody geeks out.
Pretty soon, the elevator is packed, shoulder to shoulder. As the doors close, someone says: “Now he’s going to beat all of us up.”
Evans laughs and turns around to break the taboo of no eye-contact. “I think about that every time I’m in one of these things,” he says.
ageofultron:
- This doesn’t have to end in a fight, Buck.
- It always ends in a fight.
holahydra:
I need to talk about the fact that Bucky’s still got his right hand 100% free and could be punching Spider Man into next Tuesday already. But he still stood frozen, looking shocked as all fucks and lemme tell you right now that that was not because someone’s managed to block his metal fist because lbr the metal arm was never unstoppable before, especially when super-enhanced/-equipped people are involved – so basically he doesn’t take that punch cus he’s actually just now able to hear the other guy’s voice and it clicks that this is just a fucking k i d
linda-belcher:
heroin addict? no, heroine addict. please give me more leading ladies– I need them to survive
verysharpteeth:
T’Challa: Then why did you run?
Bucky: I don’t know man, one day you’re minding your own business getting some organic plums, and the next thing you know an elderly soldier breaks into your crash pad and digs through your diaries, a SWAT team flash mobs in your stairwell, and a guy in a cat suit shows up and starts whispering sinisterly about how he won’t let me live until extradition. YOU TELL ME.
illogical-vulcan:
millennial dreams: to have enough money for a 1 bedroom apartment, bills, and groceries.
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You alone are enough. You have nothing to prove to anyone.
ruisi:
walking thru the streets late at night would be so Good and calming if I didn’t have to be scared of every man and car I see after 8pm
