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I like drawing him 😊✏️💜

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ANTHONY MACKIE as SAM WILSON

The Falcon and The Winter Soldier (2021)

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Sam Wilson

Captain America: Symbol of Truth

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Sam Wilson

Captain America: Symbol of Truth

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Sam Wilson & Ian Rogers

Captain America: Symbol of Truth (2022) #7

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"[Sam's] a regular guy that just happened to get the shield from Captain America. So he's, you know, he doesn't exactly fit in. But at the same time, he tries to make it. He tries to make it work for the betterment of everybody else." — Anthony Mackie

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‘You want to climb out of the hell you’re in.. do the work.’

@brooksdavis & @barneswayne requested 🍂 SAM WILSON portrayed by ANTHONY MACKIE (2014 - )

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It’s a new day, brother. I’ll be in touch.

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Sam Wilson& Redwing

Captain America: Symbol of Truth (2022)

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Whatever happens tomorrow, you must promise me one thing. That you will stay who you are, not a perfect soldier, but a good man.

You’re a good man, Sam. This one’s on me though.

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laura’s 11k celebration (top 40 characters as voted by my followers) ✵ 31 ➳ sam wilson

↳ “Yeah, I might fail. Shit, I might die. But… We built this country. Bled for it. I’m not gonna let anybody tell me I can’t fight for it. Not after what everybody before me went through.”

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Sam Wilson & Wade Wilson

Captain America: Symbol of Truth

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“I’ve got you.”

Some post-raft comfort because sam needs it

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I love how sam is a social worker. Most superheroes are lawyers or students or scientists or just hang out when they're not saving the city. But sam? He helps everyday people even outside of the uniform bc he's dedicated to helping others and i think that's neat.

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Friends In High Places

Sam Wilson | gen, rated G | 839w | CA:TWS, AU - canon divergent, Sam can talk to birds | also on AO3

Summary: Sam is used to hearing the chatter of the birds during his morning run in D.C. -- but today, he hears a secret.

AN: this is one of three stories I wrote for the wonderful charity activity book @coloring-for-a-marvelous-cause. If you haven't had a chance to check it out yet, it's a $12USD charitable donation for 107 pages of content. Pretty great!

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Most people would have said that Sam Wilson’s greatest superpower – if they’d known about it – was talking to birds. It did feel super, a lot of the time. Birds frequently had unusual perspectives and funny stories, and sometimes when Sam didn’t want to be alone with his thoughts he could relax by being together with theirs.

A few nights ago he’d woken up sweating, feeling a cold dread at odds with the fire and desert heat of his nightmares. Well. His memories. Sometimes when that happened, he gave up on sleep, but other times it was enough just to focus on the sleepy early morning chatter of the birds in the tree outside his window. This time, they’d been discussing the merits of different sleeping positions and it had made Sam smile in spite of himself. They didn’t sound all that different from a group of veterans.

The thing was, their chatter never stopped, and it didn’t always make Sam smile. Right now, the pigeons by the base of the park bench were arguing for the hundredth time about how old french fries had to be before they stopped counting as food, and there was a sparrow up above him somewhere that had just freaked out after seeing its own shadow. Sam really didn’t need that cacophony taking up any more space in his brain than it had to, though today was much better than two weeks ago when a flock of shockingly rude Canada geese had settled on the lawn in front of the VA.

So however powerful his gift might be, Sam would argue that his greatest superpower was tuning birds out.

He took a deep breath and settled into his quad stretch, focusing on the way his muscles pulled around his hips and knees; the whisper of fabric against the hairs on his thighs; the grip of his running shoes around his arches and heels. On a long exhale, the world quieted, and he started to run.

He was halfway around the reflecting pool when he heard it.

“Hydra,” a bird said, with enough urgency to push at the edges of Sam’s mental calm. “Hail Hydra.”

He knew it was a bird the same way he always knew. It was something about how it prickled through his neurons. But that was not something he’d ever expected to hear a bird say. Someone without his past clearance or experience might not have even known what it meant; or, if they had, they would have assumed that it was an old bogeyman, a tale of an organization that had died when Captain America flew his plane into the ice in the forties.

But Captain America was alive and fighting aliens. So really, all bets were off.

Sam went looking for the bird.

It turned out to be a crow, perched on the concrete curb of the reflecting pool. The early dawn light highlighted its lush black plumage in pink and gold.

Good morning, crow. You look so glossy in the sunrise, Sam said clearly in his mind to the bird. Crows loved compliments as much as they loved shiny things. He started fishing in his pocket for a coin or a key just in case a bribe was necessary. May I talk to you about Hydra?

The Falcon, another crow said, hopping up to join the first. It had been hidden out of sight below the curb before, but must have been the crow’s conversation partner. You honor us. Sam stopped rummaging with a sigh of relief. He only had his house key with him, and he kind of needed that.

I haven’t heard the name Hydra in a long time, Sam said. Where did you hear it?

From your namesake, the first crow said. A falcon who flies past the windows of the three-walled fortress.

Three-walled fortress. Sam wracked his brain for what building that could mean. It had to be one where top-secret intel might be discussed. The Triskelion, if he had to guess.

Can you tell me anything about how the words Hail Hydra were used? Sam asked, then grinned when the crow cawed excitedly and fluffed its feathers. The only thing that crows loved more than compliments and shiny things was gossip.

Many things, the crow said. There were many men, saying it to each other. One man the falcon knows to be a leader in the fortress, and his flock. They talked of death and insight.

Sam’s blood ran cold. He didn’t know what lay between those lines but he knew it couldn’t be good. He needed to find that falcon, and then he needed to find someone to warn. But who could he trust, if Hydra had a flock within the Triskelion?

By his run the next morning, he’d found the falcon and had his worst suspicions confirmed, but he was no closer to making a plan that didn’t involve opening old doors he’d done a lot of work to close.

Fortunately, the plan found him.

“On your left,” Steve Rogers said.

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