5 Years Later And I Still Tear Up From That Scene 🫡

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Steve protecting Nat + Nat protecting Steve

If I see a female character groveling I immediately light the book on fire just to watch it burn

i kinda want to watch the drama just because of the outfits jshsksks the stylist deserves a raise

Superheroes struggle with mental health.

Tony Stark has anxiety and PTSD

Bruce Banner has depression and suicidal tendencies

Steve Rogers has survivor's guilt, PTSD, and suicidal tendencies

Bucky Barnes has PTSD

Clint Barton has depression

Sam Wilson has PTSD

Wanda Maximoff has depression and struggles with grief

Thor has depression, binge-eating disorder, and alcoholism

Natasha most likely suffers from PTSD and childhood trauma

Steven/Marc has Dissociative Identity Disorder

Peter Parker suffers from grief and possibly PTSD/depression

Thena has dementia

Peggy Carter suffers from memory issues

Rocket Raccoon has PTSD and depression

Nebula has PTSD

Gamora has PTSD

Peter Quill struggles with grief and anger issues

Drax has PTSD, anger issues, and struggles with grief

(Lets just face it all of the Guardians have at least one mental illness)

This doesn't even cover all of them. I just feel like our lil mentally unwell superheroes deserve more recognition for fighting even when things are hard.

I’m just gonna leave this here.

(I watched Spider-Man: Homecoming last night.)

the russo brothers on steve and natasha

“She’s a character who lies for a living. That’s what she does. He’s a character who tells the truth, Give them a problem and they’ll have different ways of approaching it. She’s pushing him to modernize, and he’s pushing her to add a certain level of integrity to her life.”— Russo Brothers

"Her head was with Tony on things, but her heart was with Cap in a lot of ways"—Anthony Russo

nat girlie 4ever<3

The Anthology - Chapter 7: But Daddy I Love Him

Artwork by @faith2nyc Read on AO3

“What the hell were you thinking?”

Steve looks up to see Maria’s typically collected expression overcome with incredulity, and from his seat in front of her desk, he can only shift in place. “I don't know how much clearer I can be, Maria,” he says, watching as his agent remains unfazed by his clipped tone. “She was drunk and in no condition to go home alone. It was the right thing to do. Anyone-”

"Anyone would have done it," Maria finishes for him. "That's what you were going to say, right?" He lifts his chin up, as if daring her to say what they both know she truly wants to. She scoffs. "Be that as it may, not just anyone would have stayed the night. And even worse, been stupid enough to get caught!" 

“I didn’t realize whose couch I crashed on was anyone’s business but my own,” he volleys back, crossing his arms over his chest.

“It is when it’s Natasha Romanoff’s couch,” Maria says, only to sigh at the dagger of a glare he sends her way. “For God’s sake, Steve, these pictures of you two are already tanking your follower count-”

“I don’t fucking care about my follower count!”

“Then what about future projects? Do you care about that?” Maria asks, undeterred. “Because just yesterday, I had a meeting booked with the studio to look into extending your three-picture deal. Today, they suddenly need to take a raincheck?” Maria shakes her head as she reaches for the tablet on her desk before handing it to him. “That’s not a coincidence, Steve. Not in light of all this... protest.”

“What are you talking about?” he says, his brows furrowing in confusion. Maria’s only response is to extend the tablet further out to him, and reluctantly, he takes the device to see the Twitter trending page pulled up on the screen, his name in bold font at the very top. An exasperated sigh falls from his lips as he taps on it. Call him old fashioned, but he had never come to understand the allure of an online presence. He had resisted building one for as long as he could, acquiescing only when the subject had become a sticking point in the new age of contract negotiations. Even then, he was only too happy to hand over the reins to Maria and her team. And as he skims through these responses now, he couldn’t be more thankful that he did.

“Jesus,” he says as he haphazardly drops the tablet back onto Maria’s desk, shaking his head as though the action will erase what he’s just seen. For those comments he’s just read – if they could still even be called that – are nothing short of vitriolic. How people could have the courage to release such vile things online, opining about matters they not only haven’t a scintilla of a clue about, but also absolutely no business casting judgment on, he couldn’t comprehend. “Where was all this outrage when I put my hands on that pap?”

Maria’s expression softens a touch at that, her silence a resounding confirmation of what he already knows. “Steve, I know you… care for her,” Maria carefully begins a beat later. “But, rightly or wrongly, they’ve already decided who and what she is. Don’t let her drag you down with her.”

A cold, humorless chuckle falls from his lips. “How is it that the person who’s supposedly dragging me down is the only one that actually lets me breathe around here?” Now more than ever, he could see it. The way people conflated him with the paragon of virtue that was Captain America, a mere character he plays. He gestures towards the tablet. “Am I even an actual person to these people, Maria?” He shakes his head. “And I’m just supposed to believe that all of this is just, what? Because they care about me?”

His hands curl into fists at the very thought, and before him, Maria can only press her lips into a line. For the reality is bleak. These strangers pontificating about their disappointment in his choices are the same ones who claim, adamantly, to have his best interests at heart. It didn’t matter that what they ask of him, what they feel ever so entitled to implore him to do, is the one thing that will break him. They’ve already set the rules, the price of his defiance already outlined – live up to the perfect, impossible image that they’ve built of him in their minds or be at their perceived mercy.

To hell with that.

The response comes to him instantaneously. For it's all clear to him now. In the end, it doesn’t matter. None of it does. Nothing about what the sanctimonious, faceless keyboard warriors say online changes the fact that he’s never been happier than when he’s with Natasha. It doesn’t diminish the joy he feels when he hears her laugh or when her verdant eyes are the first thing he sees when he opens his. Or the spark that rushes through his veins, making him feel more alive than he’s ever felt, when he has her hand in his. And, above all else, it won't make him forget that it wasn't until he had her in his arms, the both of them sprawled out in comfortable silence on her couch this morning, that he finally felt whole for the first time in weeks.

There isn't anything in the world that could hold a candle to any of that. He isn’t going to let there be – no matter what it costs him.

He rises from his seat, watching as a knowing yet still apprehensive look crosses Maria’s face. She sighs. “Steve.”

“It’s my life, Maria,” he says, squaring his shoulders. “My choices are just that, mine. And I choose her.” 

Chapter 6 | Chapter 8 (Coming Soon)

they deserved to be endgame 🥲 we were robbed so bad fr

Still thinking about how Natasha came to Peggy’s funeral bc she “didn’t want Steve to be alone” which is so sweet and so telling about how much these two care about each other/how close they are by this point (not that marvel ever gave us much insight into their relationship - which I’ll never understand btw)

But here’s the thing- he wasn’t at the funeral alone

Sam literally came with him

But Natasha came anyway bc somehow they both knew that he needed *her*

But ya know that could mean nothing 🤷‍♀️🙃