Listen. This scene. This messed me up. It isn’t just a party. He hears bombs in the music. He sees the wounded in winestains. He’s got PTSD, and he does his damnedest to hide it. Even from himself, but it still creeps in.
And then there’s Peggy. Everything he hoped for. A promise of a future. Of love. Of a life. ‘We can go home. Imagine it…’
But he turns around, and the hall is empty. Even in his dreams, he can’t imagine it. Everyone that got to go home, is gone. And he’s been left behind. There will never be a going home party for Steve Rogers. He knows it, and it hurts like hell.
in the first avenger, when steve gets into a fight over a guy complaining about a short reel about the war effort, steve is not standing up for America. he’s not standing up for the “war effort” or propaganda or anything of the sort. that’s not why he gets in that fight.
this woman is opening crying in the middle of the theater, emotionally vulnerable and visibly broken.
when steve tells the man to show some respect, he’s not asking for him to show respect for the flag. he’s asking the man to show respect for the men who carry it, and for the families left behind, to show any semblance of empathy he can muster. it’s always been people that steve’s cared most about.
Natasha wasn’t sure what would happen next. Where they would go, what they would do.
But she was sure of one thing: She would follow Steve to the ends of the Earth if he asked her to. She trusted him as a partner, and as a friend. No matter who opposed them, even if it was the very people they were sworn to protect, they would be at each other’s side. (x)
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