Y'ever think about the wasted potential of Bucky in What If episode 2x02 and just scream a lil'?
They could've set him up as a parallel to Peter, two people forced to do horrible things by horrible people who don't care about them as people. Have Peggy and Howard racked with guilt over seeing what became of their friend/friend-in-law. Actually DO something with that scene where Hope says that "he [Peter] deserves our help as much as anyone" or whatever and Bucky looks away. Still have the scene where Howard talks him down from shooting Peter but not immediately lampshade it with a one-liner from Howard. Maybe have Bucky try to run off after that but have the others (maybe even Peter specifically) stop him and use the "we're a team now" line.
You could even make it into a 2 parter, have it start in 2x02 and then later have another one thats like "What if the Winter Soldier Broke Free from HYDRA in the 80s?". Maybe T'Chaka shelters him in Wakanda, or maybe Mar-Vell offer to help him regain his mind using the Kree memory band we saw in the Marvels. May if he does the Memory Band thing have him go through it and THEN make the decision to leave the group to go find himself instead of him running off without a word and no one giving a shit.
Not to mention if you did all that and gave Bucky a whole "what if he broke out of HYDRA brainwashing early" episode you could play with it SO much. Does he decide to work with SHIELD? How does he react to Steve being unfrozen? How would he react to finding out HYDRA infiltrated SHIELD? How would he react to finding out Zola, the man who tortured him and made him the way he was, was a member of SHIELD after the war? How would Howard not dying in 1991 change the events of the MCU?
It would be SO INTERESTING and I will DIE mad
I just. I know the episode wasn't about him but that didn't mean they had to squander his story when it could've been SO GOOD
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The Hunt
SangChengMonth2020 (on ao3)
Day 30: Free Day!
“If we get caught, I’m breaking your legs,” Jiang Cheng threatened in the dead of the night, Lan Qiren hot on their heels.
“We’re not getting caught,” Nie Huaisang replied, lugging Jiang Cheng along, forcing him to walk faster. Nie Huaisang could move very quickly with the right motivation. And Lan Qiren methodically hunting them down was motivation enough.
“I refuse to get caught,” Nie Huaisang continued, panting, “I’ve actually bothered to put some effort into my studies this time and I refuse to return to this dump another year.”
“If we denounce ourselves now, maybe the punishment won’t be so severe,” Jiang Cheng said, like the naive soul he was.
“Where have you been these past few weeks? This is the Lan Sect. Do you honestly think they’re going to go easy on us just because we gave ourselves up? No. If Lan Qiren finds us out of bed, we’re either going to spend a great many painful hours locked up in the library writing lines or get expelled,” Nie Huaisang said, as they crept their way through Cloud Recess, “Lan Qiren didn’t see our faces; he doesn’t know it’s us. We just need to make sure he doesn’t catch us.”
This was not how Nie Huaisang had envisioned this night going. No, this night was meant to be spent staring lovingly into Jiang Cheng’s eyes, maybe even some light making-out if the mood struck them. Not this. Not sneaking around every corner and ducking behind every pillar, hoping the darkness swallowed them up and hid them from any nosy grandmasters.
Alas, the light making-out was no longer a viable plan.
Jiang Cheng continued to mutter about Nie Huaisang’s terrible ideas, but he was whispering quietly enough that Nie Huaisang allowed it.
Nie Huaisang heard the pitter-patter of footsteps nearby and dragged Jiang Cheng into the nearest conveniently placed bush, pressing his hand against Jiang Cheng’s mouth, before a shout of protest could be uttered.
Hidden amongst the underbrush, all manner of branches digging into his sides, Nie Huaisang prayed to whatever deity would listen that they remained concealed. He made sure to sound especially pathetic; that tactic usually worked on Da-ge.
Marching up the path, at a brisk pace, but not a run (never a run in the Cloud Recesses) was their pursuer, Lan Qiren. In the light of the lanterns, he appeared incensed.
Nie Huaisang kept his hand pressed against Jiang Cheng’s mouth, trying not to focus on how lovely Jiang Cheng’s back felt against his chest (he couldn’t wait for Jiang Cheng to get comfortable enough for long, lazy, and decadent cuddle sessions). Neither of them dared breath as Lan Qiren approached their hiding spot, fearing the slightest air from their lungs would alert the grandmaster to their presence.
Lan Qiren did not even glance at the conveniently placed bush, just kept on marching in the direction Nie Huaisang and Jiang Cheng had been heading.
They waited in silence for some time, before finally allowing their breathing to go back to normal. Nie Huaisang felt Jiang Cheng’s breath on his hand.
Reluctantly, Nie Huaisang removed his hand and unwrapped his arm from that very well-defined torso.
“Come on,” Nie Huaisang said, extracting himself from the branches, offering a hand to Jiang Cheng who took it without hesitation. “I refuse to spend the night in a bush, no matter how nice the company is.”
It was a shame it was too dark to see the blush no doubt colouring Jiang Cheng’s cheeks.
Nie Huaisang, with Jiang Cheng close behind, slunk away, in the opposite direction of Lan Qiren, turning a corner of a cabin only to abruptly step back, knocking into Jiang Cheng.
They peeked around the corner.
“How does he move so quickly?” Nie Huaisang hissed as they watched Lan Qiren—who should definitely be somewhere behind them—stride with all the vigour of a predator having caught the scent of its next meal.
“I don’t know,” Jiang Cheng hissed back, equally disturbed by Lan Qiren’s stalking abilities.
They tiptoed away, hoping beyond hope Lan Qiren would just give up. But neither of them were that lucky.
A loud crack shattered the quiet of the night, radiating out in all directions. They both froze and looked down at the broken twig under Jiang Cheng’s foot.
They looked up at each other in wide-eyed horror.
Without a word, they tiptoed away faster.
Farther off, they heard the tell-tale sound of footsteps on the pebbled path.
Nie Huaisang searched left and right for a hiding place and found none.
Until finally, he spotted a small shed, not far off.
Nie Huaisang veered towards the shed, hauling along a silently cursing Jiang Cheng.
He swung the door open. The footsteps drew closer. He threw Jiang Cheng into the dark opening and followed right behind, delicately closing the door just in time.
Jiang Cheng was stiff by his side, the type of Jiang-Cheng-stiffness usually attributed to sudden rage and/or annoyance.
It took a moment for his eyes to adjust. There was barely enough moonlight filtering in through the wooden roof to see Wei Wuxian—hair dishevelled, robes loose and hanging off a shoulder. He had one of his legs wrapped around Lan Zhan who was holding him up against the flimsy wall with a bruising grip on Wei Wuxian’s thigh. Lan Zhan did not have a single strand of hair out of place.
Wei Wuxian opened his mouth to speak. Nie Huaisang glared at him and signalled him to keep his trap shut, throwing in a few rude gestures to get his point across.
Wei Wuxian wisely closed his mouth, Lan Zhan wisely didn’t open his mouth at all, and everyone wisely stayed still and silent as the footsteps outside passed the shed.
Noone talked once the footsteps could no longer be heard, no one dared leave the shed either.
There was a very obvious hickey growing on Wei Wuxian’s neck.
It was going to be a long night.
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[fic crit, amatonormativity (blogger's own) cw]
revisited a story that i remembered really enjoying, but have had difficulty digging up for a reread because, as it turns out, it's a good 200 pages deep in the relevant pairing tag, and—
turns out that i do still really dig it, and also that the other thing i remembered about it is equally still true, which is that it totally fails to really resolve the emotional side of things! like, it's a fic full of Plot and briefly- but vividly-drawn OCs, and people from the main characters' pasts who show up in ways that work for the story but are also random enough to lend verisimilitude, and we get to see the elements of the foil's day-to-day life—what keeps them busy and burnished when they're not off Adventuring with our protagonist—in generous, engaging detail, and all of that remains really satisfying and compelling to me; but it's billed as a fic ft. a pairing, and yet all we see of that is an established, undiscussed level of ambiguous intimacy that's lovely and warm but queerplatonic at absolute most, and doesn't get tied into any sort of bow by the end, even a friendly one.
and the thing is—there's absolutely nothing wrong with that! if it weren't for the pairing tag i probably wouldn't even find it unsatisfying: it'd just be lovely warm plotty genfic, and i'd enjoy the hell out of it! but i am, for better or for worse, amatonormative enough that when i see a story with a pairing tag, i do personally expect some combination of Romance Feelings and/or sex to appear on the page, unless the author's notes inform me the relationship is queerplatonic or similarly asterisked, and having that expectation go unmet feels like a disappointment even when the fic is on all other fronts the opposite of disappointing. which i'm fully ready to accept is my own failing, rather than the story's! but. idk. pondering and processing. :)
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