A little sketch book Cas and Dean.
A little sketch book Cas and Dean.
John thought he’d spend his time at camp taking pictures of nature. He was doing just that until Mary asked him to help. She’d discovered that some of the camp counselors were stealing from camper’s care packages. She knew she could catch them in the act but she wanted John to get photographic proof. If they can’t get prof to take to the head camp counselor Mary’s got a plan B that invovles laxatives. John knows what he has to do.
can we talk about how they’re sitting around with beer and take-out chinese but there are fucking candles lit like they don’t want to ruin the ambiance of this fine dining experience and Rhodey and Tony have the nerve to be dressed…
#this is just such a fucking sassy remark like#it sounds like something my mother would say to my spoiled sister#i never really stopped to think about it before but damn steve#it’s almost childish you are being a chiLD (via marvelobsessions)
That’s why I love it so much though. Because it’s so, so easy to forget this — SHIELD constantly forgets this — but Steve *is* a child. He was twenty-six years old and terrified when he died. And to him, that was maybe ten days ago. Just — ten days ago, he died. Eleven days ago, he watched his best friend and protector fall to his death in a clusterfuck he will always believe was his fault. Ten days ago, he died while the listening to Peggy cry on the other end of a static-filled radio. Ten days ago, he was still in 1945. He was supposed to leave it; it wasn’t supposed to leave him. And he woke up, and everyone he loved was gone, and now he’s confronted with an agency that’s lying to him about everything and he’s just found in their storage facility the exact weapon that killed the person he loved most and he’s arguing with a man who looks far too much like someone he called a friend, who he knows now is dead, who died violently in a car crash, and he doesn’t know Tony well enough to know this is how he deals with fear, so to him, this is just…someone with money, with all the privilege and padding he and Bucky never had, who would never have to go to war if he didn’t want to, making light of a situation way too close to Steve’s chest.
Steve was being prickly as hell through most of this movie, but he was bleeding out and in pain and had no one to bleed on. The comment he makes to Tony, about knowing guys with none of that worth ten of him? Imagine all of the people he was thinking about then. All of the people he knew he’d never see again; who he wished he wasn’t standing there to never see again. Trying to organize a time bomb and remembering the Commandos. Trying to co-lead with a man he doesn’t yet understand, and remembering Bucky. Trying so hard not to keep seeing him fall. Being expected to be above all of those messy human emotions, because he’s Captain America, and while he was asleep that name became a legend so much bigger than any real, living person could be.
He’s only twenty-six.
I just made myself sad.
In which Tony is a former weapons manufacturer with his faithful automaton Jarvis, the hellicarrier is a mechanical balloon and the Avengers are a group drawn together by a new villain.
I need this in my life. But only if it includes Steampunk!Loki…
Here’s Hawkeye holding up the ASL sign for ‘I love you’ while he looks back over his shoulder.
I love Hawkeye and can’t wait to see more of him in the next Avenger’s movie. I also am looking forward to the Hawkeye comic that is suppose to be coming out featuring the use of ASL, I hope it comes out soon we’ve been patiently waiting.
If you like the image and have some disposable income consider supporting the artist and buying a print or card or sticker here: http://www.redbubble.com/people/mjfitz/works/12270819-hawk-love
Working on a digital colored version of Hawkeye where Clint is holding up the ASL I Love U sign over his solder.