This photoset is especially for the folks who voted for my next project to be Sam Wilson. So here he is…just in time for him to stop being Falcon and become the new Cap! (No rest for the wicked.) I went with a t-shirt and 511s instead of the official uniform. He was already going to be complicated, and he can go casual now too. His wings are detachable, and his guns are attached via little magnets. I hear Anthony Mackie’s sister knits. Maybe she will see this!
HOLY CRAP THIS IS AWESOME
even a couple of lab rats hiding somewhere
I find that it’s easier to keep your true self buried under several layers of untrue selves, to protect yourself.
I actually think this was one of my favorite and most powerful scenes in the show. Kate Mulgrew expertly portrayed the hurt we’ve all felt at one point or another when we were ostracized by people we wanted so desperately to be accepted by and the fact that this feeling knows no boundaries of age.
I ached for her in this scene.
It’s hour thirty-six without sleep and while Phil knows he should be in bed, resting his eyes if nothing else, he can’t look away from his laptop screen.
He hadn’t actually meant to google naughty sign-language phrases, he honestly hadn’t, but he’s exhausted and his filters are down. Clint had used sign language during the op when their contact’s hearing aids had been damaged and Phil had found himself captivated by Clint’s fingers. He’d known his asset knew sign language - it’s there in his file and if there’s one thing Phil knows, it’s Clint’s file - but he hadn’t seen it before. It was a revelation to watch those well known and often fantasized fingers flying in a complicated pattern of a language without sound.
Phil had stumbled back to base, showered, and then flicked open his laptop intending to quiet his brain by learning a few simple phrases - ‘hello,’ maybe, or ‘how are you today?’ Just something he could whip out during a boring op somewhere. It’s because he likes languages, he’d told himself, not because he wants to prove to Clint that he’s more than just an asset to Phil. Clint knows that. At least, Phil thinks Clint knows that. He’s 95% certain.
It’s just that he’s never said it before. Words are complicated things. If he ever opened his mouth to say ‘you’re important to me’ he’d probably end up confessing how many times he’s dreamt of Clint at night and how often he thinks of him during the day. A simple ‘have coffee with me’ would become ‘move in and never leave,’ and ‘can I kiss you’ would transform into ‘let me suck your cock.’
Which is not something Phil’s adverse to, he just doesn’t want to come off as a guy whose only interested in sex. And somehow that thought had translated to his fingers and now Phil is staring at a website that is informing him how to sign ‘there’s a party in my pants and you’re invited’ with complete seriousness at 3am.
Phil blinks. Against his better judgement, he memorizes the instructions.
It should have ended there. Phil finally turns his laptop off and crawls into bed, closes his eyes and even manages to fall into an uneasy sleep. But the problem is that he’s woken up forty-five minutes later by the external alarm.
Goddamn mercenaries attacking a S.H.I.E.L.D. base in the middle of the night. Really, guys? Really?
Getting a fraction of sleep is worse than getting no sleep at all. By the time the last mercenary is dealt with and the base is locked down, Phil is swaying on his feet. Clint, who must have collapsed immediately after their last op instead of googling obscure phrases at 3am, is at least functional, if not cheerful, so he volunteers to escort Phil back to his quarters when it becomes clear that he won’t make it on his own.
"I’m okay," Phil tries to tell him. His eyesight is gritty and his mouth is dry and there’s a low, persistent ache echoing through every muscle in his body, but he’s on his feet and in one piece and honestly, that’s a good day.
"I know you are, sir," Clint says, and Phil can’t honestly tell if he’s humouring him or not, "but AD Hill told me to get you to your quarters and so that’s what I’m going to do."
"Because you’re a good agent," Phil says, while he wonders if his knees are about to buckle.
"That’s right," Clint agrees, and okay, now Phil knows he’s humouring him. That’s a devilish grin in his eye.
"You are,” Phil tries to insist. Clint has to know this. ”You - it - ” He waves a hand.
"Uh huh," Clint says. He’s not even listening, he’s reading the signs on the wall. "Almost there, sir."
"No, but - coffee." Phil says. He screws up his eyes. There’s a conversation he wanted to have. "Cock."
Clint starts. His grip loosens, and Phil almost slides out of it and down to the floor. He manages to stop himself by grabbing the wall.
"Jesus, warn a guy, Coulson," Clint says. He laughs, but it sounds strained.
"Right?" Phil says, then stops and shakes his head. That isn’t right. What was he saying again?
"Words," he tries. He gestures with both hands. "Hard."
"That they are," Clint agrees. He reaches for Phil again. "Come on, sir, let’s get you back to your quarters so you can lay down before you fall down."
"No, wait," Phil shakes him off. He points to his chest, then down to his pants and waves his hands the way google taught him, then indicates Clint and makes the ‘welcome’ sign. "Right?"
Clint blinks at him. Blinks again. ”Okay. Sleep now.”
That’s not what he meant at all. ”But - “
"Phil," Clint interrupts, catching him when he sways forward. "Let’s go to sleep, okay? If you even remember this in the morning, ask me again when we wake up."
Phil shakes his head. ”You’ll say no.”
Clint huffs. ”I promise you, boss, if you ask again, in any language, I’ll say yes.” They make it to a door Phil vaguely recognizes and Clint leads him in. ”Here you go.”
Phil hooks his fingers into Clint’s field gear. ”Stay?”
Clint looks down at him, naked want in his eyes, and then swallows. ”Okay,” he says, gently untangling Phil’s fingers. ”Okay.”
They toe their boots off and remove their outer gear, Phil’s hands shaking with exhaustion on the buckles and clips, before finally - finally - crawling into bed. Phil sighs as he lays down, pulling Clint into his arms. This isn’t what he had meant, exactly, but he’s not about to argue. Clint smells nice.
"Cock," he says again, and then, because that wasn’t exactly what he had meant to say, "Move in with me."
Clint chuckles in his arms. ”Let’s start with coffee,” he says, the kisses the hands Phil has wrapped around him. ”Now go to sleep.”
Phil nuzzles at Clint’s hair. It’s just as soft as he always imagined it would be. ”Okay.”
man, fuck the dark knight rises.
i know it’s kind of weird that that’s what this photoset makes me think of, but bear with me.
because pacific rim’s defining philosophy was really, really positive, right? it was all about people coming together and helping each other and overcoming adversity—and it got criticized for that. there’s nothing dark or edgy about that message, and lately all movies seem to want to do is be dark and edgy.
so take the dark knight rises, all about moral ambiguity and tortured heroes and blah blah blah, where bruce wayne supposedly pulls a heroic sacrifice only to resurface in the end, alive and well and banging catwoman in florence.
man, that was real selfless of you, bruce. real inspiring.
i guess my point is that i’m sick of faux depth through contrived grittiness in a story that doesn’t even have the balls to commit to its ultimate sacrifice ploy. and it’s not just tdrk, much as i pick on it—it’s all those cynical white guy movies that throw angst and drama at the audience hoping some of it sticks, but still dance around any serious loss and never really go for it.
people died in pacific rim. that surprised me. i was expecting a fun, feel good movie, and it was—but major characters died. as they should have. an optimistic and hopeful movie recognized that sacrifice and death are part of this kind of thing. that’s more than a lot of franchises can say.
i dunno, i found it refreshing that death in pacrim wasn’t cheap or off limits or gratuitous. by the end, most of the pilots are gone. that made the rest of the film so much more heavy. it gave context to a movie about giant robots fighting monsters! it was fucking realistic!!
pacific rim may not be dark or edgy, but it’s still got more balls than half the franchises that are.
I gotta watch this again.
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