imagine bucky and steve taking shots of like 100 proof vodka and trying to get DRUNK and steve is totally unaffected but after the 20th shot or something bucky is drunk as fuck and he looks at steve really seriously (while swaying slightly in his chair) and steve is kind of nervous because bucky hasn’t looked at him this intently since before the war when steve came home with two broken ribs and bucky just stared at him for five minutes before giving him the longest lecture of his entire life so yeah steve is kinda nervous. finally bucky rubs his hand over his face, sighs and says, “steve, i fucking hate it when you wear khakis” and steve laughs so hard he can’t breathe
a good response to the question “how old are you?” is something along the lines of “dunno i stopped counting after the first few centuries”
and it needs to be said seriously without smiling or humor or as casually as possible and followed by “so anyway” and a subject change as if it’s completely normal
oh man but what if there was the same culture about magic as with other things in acidemia. Like there was this old fashioned way of doing potions and casting spells and creating charms and then a street way that might be more edgy and experimental. Like people programming spells and shit into their phones is frowned upon and new spells are considered fake and not real because they were not in the older academic books and a street level alchemy would produce dangerous new things but also kickass new potions and charms to help people but the government would not take them seriously
and people look at new-age magic like new-age medicine, like there are community groups who swap homemade spells like remedies and you can go to an ‘alternative’ school or doctor or what have you and learn more about it but you might not be taken seriously by academia
yes this is good tell me more
ok but pentagrams done in graffiti on the streets is said to be weaker than doing it in some fancy ass other method when there is actually no proof of this being so and books written on how to cast spells are hard to read and dense and annoying but there is a culture pasted down of verbal magic that has evolved into something different and lets take a kid who comes from this street magic culture and is fucking strong and powerful going to some preppy elite school for mages and not knowing how to do shit with all these expensive ingredients for a potion because yo potatoes work just fine too
in the movie a little boy recognises steve at the captain america exhibit. it’s my headcanon that a little girl recognises bucky when he goes to the smithsonian exhibit to find out who he really is
because little girls have heroes too
"You should tie your hair back," a little girl with pitch-black hair says to the Winter Soldier. He stares down at her, silent, but she continues undeterred. "Mommy says that we need to have our hair tied back or we’ll trip over things because we can’t see. She makes me wear these—" She displays her wrist, which is encircled by a rainbow of different hair bands. "—because mine keep falling out. You can’t fight evil if you can’t see it. I want to be a police officer when I grow up. Are you a…"
She trails off, her eyes steadily getting bigger. They dart to the large digital image of James Buchanan Barnes, then back to his face. The Winter Soldier’s eyes dart, too, over the exits and the crowd and the girl’s distracted mother—attempting to corral three other black-haired children—before landing back on the girl’s face, where an improbable grin has begun to grow.
"I knew it," she whispers.
The Winter Soldier blinks down at her, thrown off by the delight in her expression. No one is ever happy to see the Soldier.
The girl reins in her wide grin and does her own scan of the crowd. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell. People can’t handle the truth. But I can.” She turns her shining eyes back to the Soldier.
Slowly, very slowly, the Soldier reaches out with hands that have broken, maimed, strangled, shot, stabbed, and ripped apart human flesh. His voice creaks out of him, rusty with disuse. “Can I have a hair tie?”
Without taking her eyes off him, the girl rolls a light blue one out of the rainbow and hands it over.