god im just thinking about how much going to public school in the MCU would’ve made me hate captain america. every time i got caught giving some bitch the finger or writing on bathroom walls or ditching class or stealing books from the library cause i got a fine or what have you, and then they gave me lunch detention or ISS and i sat in that dumbass eraser-smelling room and im in My Chair (the chair i always sit in and yell at anyone else who tries to take it), fuming, arms crossed, full of teen angst and hating everyone around me, and AGAIN had to watch this stupid fucking video ive already seen so many times that i know it by heart and every word grates on my eardrums and i’d just see this fuckin familiar face
and i would be ready to LOSE MY SHIT
Villain Origin Story
god imagine Steve giving Peter his Captain America is Disappointed in You face/lecture over something dumb and Peter just fucking dissociating and zoning back in to “Peter! Are you even listening to me???” and looking him in the eye and being like “I’m completely immune at this point. You can’t even touch me.” and walking the fuck away
canon.
the real reason why Peter agreed to fight cap at the airport
They’re speaking Russian again, just like they did all last semester. Steve had been just a little worried that he might not be able to eavesdrop anymore after winter break. But it seems their schedules still line up, and he finds them at their usual table in the dining hall at lunch. Dropping his backpack in an empty seat, he sets his tray nearby and starts peeling an orange.
Steve is in RUS 202 now, a whole semester of Petrov’s rapid speech and tough practical tests behind him. He also spent his break using everything from Duolingo to Pimsleur to stay on top of what he’d learned and advance further. Now, he can hold stilted conversations with Lyudmila at the market near his apartment. She smiles, pats his cheek, and cuts his slices of pitchye moloko extra large.
He has these two strangers to thank for that as well. The redhead who seems to be afraid to wear anything that’s an actual color and her friend (boyfriend? brother?) who always dresses like he was personally styled by the Queer Eye team, including his perfect dark hair and varying levels of always-neat-at-the-edges scruff. He’s at a level three today, short dark hair coating a jawline that could cut steel. Steve thinks he looks particularly good in blue, which is the color he seems to be wearing, a fitted cobalt button-down stretching over the muscles of his back.
Steve also thinks he looks good curling his gorgeous mouth around Russian words, but he’s not here to stare. Mostly.
He concentrates on listening instead, on how they fit their sentences together and the ways the structure differs from English. It takes him a second to translate, but he’s faster than he was back at the beginning of the fall semester. When he only got one in twenty words and was maybe sure they were talking about a barbecue they went to.
Then again, that first overheard conversation could’ve also been about a particularly spicy jar of salsa. Or a house fire.
“It wouldn’t kill you to say hello,” Red says in Russian, stealing a fry from Blue’s plate.
theproblemwithstardust 