Shouldn’t Steve be sterile too, really? Otherwise, what’s the reason for why there’s not an army of US government created Captain America kids running around? You’d think that’d be the next logical step when they realized they couldn’t recreate the serum…

stele3:

faun-songs:

askkakuro:

misspryss:

OH MY GOD THO

A SINISTER GOVT EXPERIMENT TO CREATE AN ARMY OF TINY CAPTAIN AMERICAS

STEVE FINDS OUT ABOUT IT AT SOME POINT

AND IT’S BASICALLY ELEVEN TOW-HEADED, ASTHMATIC, ALLERGIC, IMMUNO-COMPROMISED LITTLE BEANPOLES WITH BAD ATTITUDES

AGES 8-12

SOCKED AWAY SOMEWHERE

LIKE IN A WAREHOUSE OR WHATEVER

WITH A COUPLE OF OVERWHELMED INTERNS BABYSITTING THEM

BECAUSE THE RESEARCHERS HAD ALL THEIR FUNDING TAKEN AWAY WHEN CAPTAIN AMERICA’S SECRET UBERMENCH CLONES TURNED OUT TO BE A BUNCH OF WEAKLINGS

AND NOBODY KNOWS WHAT TO DO WITH THIS GAGGLE OF KIDS (WHO ARE SHRILL AND UNMANAGEABLE AND WHEEZE A LOT)

EXCEPT MAKE SURE THEY GET ADEQUATE MEDICAL CARE AND REGULAR MEALS

AND REGRET THEIR IN RETROSPECT VERY OBVIOUS ERRORS

AND HOPE STEVE DOESN’T FIND OUT

WHICH OF COURSE HE DOES

BACK AT THE TOWER

EVERYONE’S INHALERS KEEP GETTING MIXED UP

THERE ARE COLORED PENCILS EVERYWHERE

A FISTFIGHT ABOUT THE NATURE OF JUSTICE ENSUES BETWEEN THE 9 YEAR OLD ONE AND ONE OF THE 11 YEAR OLDS

AND BUCKY

IS

ON

CLOUD

9

faun-songs, have you seen this, have you seen this masterpiece.

im p sure this is one of bluandorange‘s collabs?; i mean ive seen blu work on this scenario?? sorry to op if im mixing things up here, i aint giving n taking credit

im on cloud nine too tho r u kidding me tiny stevies hoarding bucky this is the way to die

I actually had the privilege of beta-reading this exact story (not the blu version, that’s over here). Neery wrote her own version, Winter’s Children, and she just finished it yesterday! Yay! Have an excerpt:

beatingsofabesottedheart2:

Well, since the serum is an enhancement, it’s unlikely to be passed through genetics (the doctors probably tested this, somehow, haha). Steve’s kids are more likely to inherit his asthma and weak stature. 

The base was supposed to be deserted.

According to the notes he’d found, the place was just a glorified
warehouse, poorly constructed and even more poorly secured. The soldier
had planned to sneak in and resupply without a fuss, so it came as a
surprise to find the interior well-lit and occupied. There were a bunch
of HYDRA scientists holding a low-voiced but heated argument amidst rows
upon rows of tiny desks. Several of the desks had been shoved together
to make one big table, covered with markers and sheets of paper.

A small group of kids was gathered around the table.

There was something strange about these children. It took him a
moment to figure it out, because he was busy assessing threats: the
scientists were mostly unarmed and entirely untrained, but there was a
single guard near the door – distracted, inattentive. He went down
without a sound when the soldier clenched his metal hand around his
throat from behind.

He turned to look back at the children.

They looked similar enough to be siblings. All of them were small,
skinny, with blond hair and narrow faces. They looked… familiar, looked
like… like… Steve Rogers, he thought, but that was absurd.
Rogers – Captain America – had been 200 pounds of deadly muscle, nothing
at all like these frail little kids.

songbirde108:

mercurialkitty:

emmagrant01:

clevermanka:

youcangofindatree:

moremetalthanyourmom:

Okay but after seeing this I started doing it too and it’s amazing how many men I’ve run into bc they expected me to move

Gotta try it

I work (and walk) on a college campus. I’ve lost count of how many men I’ve smacked shoulders with.

Recently, I was standing outside my son’s classroom waiting to talk to his teacher. I stood on one side of the hallway, not even close to the center. At some point, a man came walking along. I was standing right in his path, but the hallway was empty, so I logically expected him to swerve around me. Instead he kept walking right toward me, got to me, and stopped, as if waiting for me to get out of his way. I didn’t; I just smiled politely at him. He finally walked around me, clearly annoyed that I hadn’t leapt out of his manly path.

Now I’m wishing I’d leapt aside, taken off my jacket and laid it on the floor before him, then bowed deeply and said, “My Liege!”

I also work at a college campus. I smack shoulders sometimes, but I find that if I stare straight ahead and follow the advice below, people get the heck out of the way.

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Honestly this post changed how I carry myself when walking alone in public, or in a situation where I’m the one leading. People definitely move for the murder gaze.