Wednesday, April 16, 2014
This trapped animal look was awful. That’s not the Winter Soldier. That’s the scared little kid he turns into when he’s confused and in pain. Because the Winter Soldier is a machine. But when the scrap of Bucky that’s still in there starts banging around, the machine goes fetal and he just reverts to this child like thing.
And he knows there’s no help coming. There’s no extraction or exfil plan for the Winter Soldier. He gets himself out or he goes down with the ship. And he’s failed at his mission, so he’s probably expecting Steve to kill him here. He can’t understand why Steve saves him. He’s scared and he’s confused and he’s angry and he doesn’t like feeling any of these things because he doesn’t understand them at all and he liked it better when he didn’t have to feel them.
In Episode 10, we have a six-and-a-half minute seduction/sex scene involving five different characters that is as kinky and subversive and suggestive as any sex scene that you have seen on network television,” he teases. “I would put it as a contender to challenge cable sex scenes — not in terms of the nipple and crack of nakedness — but more in the psychology and sensuality of sex amongst the mad.” But wait, are all five of those people in the same room together? “It depends on how you define room,” replies Fuller, with a chuckle.
Bryan Fuller [x]
hellotailor asked: NON-MISERABLE post-CATWS fic where Steve and Bucky live together and Bucky has totally gone to therapy for years so it's OK for Steve to be a famous person with a boyfriend who can actually leave the house without having some kind of traumatic flashback? :D? :D?
Bucky is in the kitchen this time, apparently weighing the difference between two different kinds of mustard, one clasped carefully in each hand.
Bucky shrugs, right shoulder hitching. “I had a craving. “
Steve grabs a glass of water and sits down at the kitchen island. More often than not now, Bucky’s night terrors send him to the kitchen instead of the roof, whether just for water or some half-remembered texture to distract and ground him, settled solidly in the twenty-first century, in their shared apartment. Mustard, though, is a new one. “You used to hate mustard.”
“Still do,” Bucky says, shoving both jars back in the fridge. “I just couldn’t remember what it tasted like.” He slides into his chair, the one nestled into the corner of the kitchen, with the best view of the whole room. “You didn’t have to get up.”
aaaaaAAAA THIS IS EVERYTHING I WANTED, THANK YOU!!!
Steve crying after Bucky fell
What I love about this, is that this isn’t Hollywood crying (TM). This isn’t the single perfect manly tear of the hero, or the over the top Noooooooooo!!!!
This is real, ugly, in public and still can’t stop, tears down the nose, can’t breathe properly, awful crying.
And I love that we get Captain America doing it. Anyone who thinks Chris Evans doesn’t do an amazing job of portraying this incredibly human superhero, or Steve Rogers is a boring character in these films isn’t paying enough attention.