mcu meme - 4/8 characters; sam wilson.
Captain America needs my help. There’s no better reason to get back in.
"[I would rather] have a dragon. Which I do in my dreams every night when I AM Daenerys Stormborn of the house Targaryen.” - Kristen Bell
the year is 2014 AD. the human race has existed for over 200,000 years. men still think women pee out of the vagina.
I keep thinking oh man, I’m so immature. How am I allowed to be an adult.
Then I spend time with teenagers.
And it’s like, wow, okay, yeah. I am an adult. I am so adult. Look at me adulting all over the place.
Sam has met most of the Avengers by this point. Steve brought him with him when he went by Avengers (nee Stark) Tower, so he met the Hulk-in-casual-clothes and Tony Stark while they were both in their pajamas. They also had something on fire in the microwave and the explanation—though incredibly long—didn’t make a whole lot of sense. But he met them. And Widow, yeah, he felt pretty comfortable knowing that the Black Widow had used his little sister’s flat iron when she and Steve had stayed at his place in DC.
So the only one he hadn’t met was Hawkeye. They weren’t talking about Hawkeye and Natasha had gone all stony-silent the one time his name had come up. He was probably not dead, Sam though, because it would have been hard to keep that under wraps. Probably.
Then one day Sam came to the Tower for a meeting with Maria Hill—acting ostensibly for Stark Industries but so clearly still for Fury, who did they think they were fooling?—and there was a dude in raggedy jeans and a dirty purple t-shirt sitting on the floor outside Maria’s closed office door.
"She’s running behind schedule," the guy said, not looking up.
"OK," said Sam. The hallway was entirely empty, that kind of almost-asylum florescent chic. He sat down next to the guy.
They waited a few minutes. The silence crept on.
Sam risked a glance to the side. The guy looked…it wasn’t a soldier’s pain he was wearing, but it was something Sam had seen before. His particular brand of hurt had always been about being useless or being left behind. He’d seen other vets, though, who came back so guilty they hated themselves. They looked like this guy.
"I spy with my little eye," said Sam slowly, eyes closed, "something starting with Q."
The guy shifted and Sam still didn’t open his eyes.
"There’s not a goddamn thing in this hallway and your eyes are closed," the guy pointed out.
"That’s not a yes or no question," said Sam. He opened his eyes and looked at the guy, meeting his eyes full on. And, jesus, what eyes. Sam felt almost naked under his gaze.
"Is it an animal?" the guy asked.
Sam grinned. “Yeah.”
"Is it a fucking quail?" Now the guy looked like he was half a step closer to smiling.
"I was just gonna go with ‘quail.’ But, ok, it’s a quail mid-coitus."
That made the guy snort.
There was another long silence.
"I spy with my little eye," the guy said suddenly, "something starting with P."
"Is it an animal?"
"Is it a bird?"
"Yeah." The guy frowned.
"It’s a pigeon, isn’t it." Sam was grinning big and wide.
"Fuck." The guy raked a hand across his face and, yeah, he was almost halfway to smiling now. "Yeah."
"I’m sort of great at birds," said Sam apologetically. "It’s my thing."
"Yeah?" the guy asked, tipping his head to the side to give Sam an even more scrutinizing once over. "Sort of my thing too."
"Sam Wilson," said Sam, holding out a hand. "The. Um. The Falcon."
The guy shook his hand. “Clint Barton.” He grinned. “Hawkeye.”
Sam’s eyes widened, still grinning. “Nice to meet you.”
The first time Sam went out with the Avengers, Steve did that thing where he jumps off a thing from, like, across the entire sky and expected Sam to pluck all five hundred pounds (“another big breakfast,” he said, the shithead) right out of the great blue sky.
He tries to complain about it later to Tony and Tony just laughs hollowly.
"Wait for it," he says ominously.
The next time they go out, he finds out what Tony was talking about.
One minute he’s punching a doombot in it’s face—er, camera area and then he catches a flash of purple a couple hundred stories up.
"Oh no he didn’t,” Sam said, already taking off. But, yeah. Hawkeye jumped off a skyscraper.
"What the fuck, man?” Sam shouted in his ear when he caught him.
"Please," Hawkeye said. "This is just your average Monday."
The time after that, Hawkeye blows up the building he was standing on. He just shoots one of the more explosive arrows right under his own feet and rides the blast straight up into the air. Sam wasn’t even anywhere nearby.
"YOU CAN’T ACTUALLY FLY,” Sam shouted as he pushed the wingpack to the absolute fastest it could go. He repeated himself a couple dozen times as his heart fairly stopped in his chest watching Hawkeye plummet downwards.
It’s not a graceful catch. It’s barely a catch, it’s mostly Sam grabbing all the parts of him he could and it’s somewhere between a bridal hold and something more…intimate.
"Hiya, cowboy," Hawkeye said, right into Sam’s ear.
"GROW A PAIR OF WINGS," Sam shouted in his ear back.
Hawkeye flinched and blew a raspberry.
The time after that, Sam was almost watching for it. He wasn’t watching watching, not actually distracted or keeping tabs on Hawkeye. But he was…aware. And so he was gliding by with a hand held out somehow just as Hawkeye’s feet left the roof of the building. He pulled him in, like a dance, and Hawkeye spun towards him.
"You know your hand is on my ass, right?" Hawkeye said.
Sam smirked. “It’s a good ass.”
Officially confirmed that yes, Cora was Erica.
This coupled with the comment about how we shouldn’t think of them as women and POC’s killed but actors hired just shows me that the writers of Teen Wolf don’t even realize that characters are unique entities who have their own history and purpose and resonance far far more than just the actor who plays them.
“In a world where people don’t see in color until they find their true mate”
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