Just going to be thinking about how Bucky and Peter are both people who've been relegated to sidekicks living in the shadows of a "greater, brighter, more brilliant" hero. A hero that they care about but have been constantly compared to by everyone around them and by themselves. Both people who were lost after Endgame in a way that left them reeling and not able to really experience any closure, and struggling with finding their feet again after that; clutching onto a relic of their time together and working through a whole lot of denial that some things from the "good old days" weren't healthy
Neither Peter nor Bucky really got what the hell was going on at that airport, the most mental shit was happening, they were really just there, existing on the periphery of all this other bullshit developing with the Avengers and space and the quantum realm and whatever. They were both kind of pointed in a direction and told to roll with it from day one
seeing those two properly interact in live action again after what will be twelve years by the time Doomsday comes out, with how much of their storylines have paralleled, would be really, really interesting.
Not to mention I really hope Peter's more like his bitchier comic book self by then, since he'll be in his 20s and has gone through just all the trauma, so much trauma. That would be fantastic to watch bounce off Bucky's bitchy, traumatized sass too. God, Peter asking Bucky what his grown up name is, and Bucky just point blank saying "I don't understand" when Peter refuses a gun?? Right off the pages of the comics?? That would be pure gold.
good things will happen 🧿
things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿
Nobody:
Literally nobody:
Tony, poking Bruce: Let the Hulk out already, I wanna do experiments and you’re being boring.
he needs enrichment
‘‘Great. Nice job, real nice job,’‘ Bucky muttered to himself as he turned to collect himself and take a breath before making his way over to Peter and kneeling down in front of him. ‘‘Hey, look at me, hey,’‘ Bucky coaxed softly as he guided Peter’s hands down from his face, taking in his bloodied face and wet eyes. ‘‘I was scared too. I’m sorry I yelled. I didn’t want you to get hurt-’’
‘‘I didn’t want that either!’‘ Peter cut in, shifting closer to Bucky as he sniffled.
‘‘I know, baby. I know,’‘ Bucky soothed before craning his neck to press his lips softly against Peters.
logan seeing a picture of wade pre-mutation
he has a weird moment of “why tf is there a picture of that nicepool douche in my house” before he Realizes
and wade is like “oh great now That’s gonna be in his mind forever, what i used to look like before the ground beefing of it all, just what i fuckin needed” and he makes a joke (shocker) to stave off how insecure he is
“i was trying to make lepers fashionable, jokes on me i guess”
and logan just eyes the photo and says, “you look weird.”
wade’s Shocked. he was a fucking Looker back then, thank you very much. “there’s just no winning with you, is there?” he asks.
and logan turns the photo over and over in his hands, dis-fucking-pleased, before he flicks it back from whence it came. and he looks at wade, all green-eyed disarming honesty, and says, “i like my version better.”
and if wade didn’t Know logan, didn’t know the shine in his eye and the sincere timbre of his voice, he’d call bullshit. no one in their right mind would prefer him Now to the Him of 2016, right? nessa only put up with it because he was kinda grandfathered into that relationship and she liked his insides as well as his outsides (hey-o)
but he does know logan, and he knows that logan doesn’t mince words or sugarcoat Anything in the name of “sparing feelings,” so he sits there, digesting the compliment like gas station sushi — which is to say, not fucking well at all.
to make matters worse (or, well, better, he guesses) he finds a picture of Him Now and logan from nessa’s new year’s eve party magnetized to the fridge the next day.
it’s poorly lit, illuminated only by shattering fireworks overhead and a few yellow streetlights, and they’re both clearly smashed — wade’s eyes are glassy and red, logan’s cheeks are flushed, and the finer details of their faces have been smudged away thanks to shaky camerawork.
but they’re happy. wade looks happy — he’s smiling, a big, fat, candid grin, like he’d been laughing, and logan’s kissing his cheek, unashamed. he’d been wade’s first new year’s kiss in a long fucking time.
he buys a frame for that picture - a sparkly pink monstrosity from goodwill - and gives it a home on the nightstand next to their bed. and yeah, whatever, on bad days he looks at it and thinks eugh, still, because goddamn francis really did a number on him —
but most days, he’s just happy he gets to be that guy in the picture at all. the guy logan howlett stayed for. the guy logan kissed in front of dozens of people.
logan’s version.
Fun fact: The Winter Soldier theme is basically bucky screaming.
The music composer took Bucky's screams from when he fell off the train and distorted them, turning them into that eerily tune.
So in short, the theme is literally Bucky screaming and trying to break out of his programming.
My favorite thing about J. Jonah Jameson is that he just hates Spider-Man. He supports mutants and doesn't hate enhanced people. He's not racist, sexist, homophobic, or transphobic. He just hates Spider-Man. And I'm half convinced that he's faking for the publicity.
He'd probably get pissed if he hears someone hating on Spider-Man for being enhanced.
"Spiderman isn't a menace because he can climb walls! He's a menace because he's climbing walls without a license or safety equipment! He's setting a bad example!"
"I just want you to know that you that your identity as an enhanced person is valid. Your identity as Spiderman is trash."
Peter: So you know how you absolutely adore me and are hopelessly, endlessly in love with me?
Tony: ...
Tony: I do, but that doesn't mean you're gonna get away with whatever it is you're about to confess to doing.
Tony, angry for no reason: Nobody talk to me, I'm fucking angry!
Peter, pouting: Not even me?
Tony, frowning: No, of course not, why would you say that? You can always talk to me.
Tony, still angry: I'm still angry so no one is allowed to talk to me!
Tony, turning to Peter, using his soft tone: Except you, Tesoro. I love you. I love talking to you.
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