Marvel + watching a loved one die and viciously coming back (insp)
#THIS IS THE VERY WORST THING#OKAY?#BECAUSE HE JUST GOT STEVE BACK#AND FOR A SECOND HE WAS WILLING TO BELIEVE HE MIGHT LIVE THROUGH THIS#BUT NOW THAT STEVES TRAPPED#BUCKY IS REALIZING NOT ONLY THAT STEVE COULD DIE#BUT THAT HE WILL AS WELL#BECAUSE GOD KNOWS HE’LL STAND HERE AND BURN RATHER THAN LEAVE STEVE BEHIND
A generation drenched in hate
We’re going to the future, Bucky Barnes says, and he hands Steve Rogers a copy of today’s paper, presses him close against his side, and they dream about warless times and flying cars. Seventy years of sleep later, Steve Rogers lies on the glass of a dying helicarrier, gazes up at angry yet fearful eyes, touches the fist scrunched against his chest. If this is the future, let’s stay in the past. [x]
my captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still / my father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will / the ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done / from fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won / exult o shores, and ring o bells! / but i with mournful tread / walk the deck my captain lies / fallen cold and dead ;; walt whitman, o captain my captain.