Types of people who romanticize small town life:
- People who didn’t grow up in small towns
#THE LOCALS AREN’T QUIRKY#THEY’RE RACIST
#THERE’S NOTHING TO DO
#EVERYONE’S ON DRUGS
#WHY ARE YOU ACTING LIKE GANGSTERS YOU ARE WHITE AND THERE ARE COWS OUTSIDE
I just realized that Rose is stuck for the rest of her life with a man who occasionally talks like Donna Noble
I DIDNT THINK ABOUT THAT UNTIL I SAW THIS POST OMG
Well, since the serum is an enhancement, it’s unlikely to be passed through genetics (the doctors probably tested this, somehow, haha). Steve’s kids are more likely to inherit his asthma and weak stature.
OH MY GOD THO
A SINISTER GOVT EXPERIMENT TO CREATE AN ARMY OF TINY CAPTAIN AMERICAS
STEVE FINDS OUT ABOUT IT AT SOME POINT
AND IT’S BASICALLY ELEVEN TOW-HEADED, ASTHMATIC, ALLERGIC, IMMUNO-COMPROMISED LITTLE BEANPOLES WITH BAD ATTITUDES
SOCKED AWAY SOMEWHERE
LIKE IN A WAREHOUSE OR WHATEVER
WITH A COUPLE OF OVERWHELMED INTERNS BABYSITTING THEM
BECAUSE THE RESEARCHERS HAD ALL THEIR FUNDING TAKEN AWAY WHEN CAPTAIN AMERICA’S SECRET UBERMENCH CLONES TURNED OUT TO BE A BUNCH OF WEAKLINGS[snipped for length]
Oh my God, though. Imagine the Winter Soldier, going through classified old SHIELD projects in search of more HYDRA targets to destroy, coming across that Warehouse. This warehouse full of little kids who look like… look like… The man on the bridge, he thinks, but that’s nonsense; the man on the bridge had been 200 pounds of deadly muscle, nothing at all like these skinny little kids with their fragile bones.
And then an intern spots him and all hell breaks loose, kids and handlers fleeing, leaving behind one little blonde boy who’s wheezing too hard to run.
The Winter Soldier stares, motionless. The boy looks back at him, scared and wheezing but too stubborn to cry; and suddenly the Winter Soldier knows what to do.
"I’m Bucky," he says, kneeling down in front of the boy. "Where’s your inhaler, kid?"
Uh, wait, I’m confused. Where are the other 20,000 words of this? *shakes post until more fic falls out*[snipped]
The soldier reaches out with one hand – slowly, carefully, don’t startle him – and suddenly the boy grabs his wrist and yanks, rams his bony shoulder into the soldier’s side, heaves. It’s a Judo throw, all leverage and momentum; the kind that, if executed well, will allow a sixty pound boy to put a grown man on his back.
The boy executes it perfectly, but the main reason it works is that the soldier wasn’t expecting it at all. He hits the floor hard, lies stunned for a moment, the air knocked out of him. The boy scrambles on top of him, reaches for the gun at his side –
There’s a limit to how much the Winter Soldier can let himself be surprised, even by a nine year old boy. He closes the metal hand around the boy’s wrist – gently, careful, don’t hurt him, don’t hurt him – and the boy goes still, wide-eyed, terrified, his breath rasping loudly in the quiet.
"Codename Winter Soldier. Authorization 84629054FT67," the soldier says, on a hunch, and the boy relaxes all at once, recognizing the code. His breathing’s still getting worse, though, the exertion catching up with him. The soldier braces him, helps him into a half-remembered position – kneeling upright, hands braced on thighs, letting the stomach muscles help with the exhausting work of breathing. "Where’s your inhaler?" he says again.
"Table," the boy croaks.
Inhalers have changed a lot since… since… When would he have had cause to handle an inhaler? The soldier shakes his head, dazed. Thankfully the boy seems to know what to do, sucking in big lungfuls of medicine with the air of a well-practiced ritual, and his breathing’s already getting easier.
"What’s your name?" The soldier asks quietly.
"Alex, sir. Alexandra 483047." The soldier blinks. Alexandra? But no, he can see it now; despite the shorn hair and the boyish clothes, Alex has a girl’s fine-boned facial structure. She’s looking at the soldier with wide eyes, a little awed. "Are you really the Winter Soldier?"
"Yes." The soldier says. He looks at the girl, her watchful, alert body language, her easy, balanced movements. "Hydra trained you."
"Yes, sir. They used to train us real hard, and Trainer said I was the best of all the girls!" Alex says proudly. But then she looks down and her voice gets small and quiet. "But then we didn’t grow up big like they thought we would, and me and Jamie got the asthma, and Mary had pneum - um - pneumonia again, so they said they were going to eliminate us. But Uncle Pierce said, we don’t eliminate kids, and it would be a terrible waste, and we could still grow up to be loyal soldiers of Hydra!"
She ticks those last three points off on her fingers, clearly quoting, and Bucky gets the impression the words have been carefully stored away and rehearsed, repeated so often their comfort has worn thin. And then the girl suddenly flinches, cowering away. “Are you here to eliminate me?”
By popular demand: Forging on (with no plot or plan). Also, switching tenses, because if this is gonna be a thing, I’m not writing a whole damn fic in present tense. Various plot points liberally stolen from basically everyone who reblogged this.
And then the girl suddenly flinched, cowering away. “Are you here to eliminate me?”
"No," the soldier said. "I’m here to take you somewhere safe." He hesitated. "If there’s anything you want to take, pack it now."
He had some vague idea of the things children valued – a blanket, maybe, a stuffed animal? – but what Alex brought back from her quick forage around the room was a sackful of medication and a gun.
The Wallet Ninja
It seems like the only thing you can’t do with this little helper.. is paying!
BUT aside from this it offers so much more functionality than a credit card. It has the same size as a credit card, so you can easily put it inside your wallet. There’s six Hex wrenches, a can opener, fruit peeler, bottle opener, ruler (standard & metric), letter opener, box opener, phone stand, and eyeglasses, Philips and flathead screwdrivers. It’s made from 4x heat treated steel, and comes with a lifetime guarantee to never rust, bend, dull, or fold up like Circuit City.
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McDonald’s has been forced to open its first ever restaurant with a turquoise coloured sign after city planners said the signature yellow sign would be too garish. Officials in Sedona, Arizona told the fast-food giant they were unable to open a restaurant with the trademark yellow logo.This is due to the city’s strict regulations which prevent buildings from ruining the picturesque view of the desert.
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arizona joins the aesthetic movement
more reasons to question if Arizona is EVEN FUCKING REAL
keeps the doctor
and the doctor