Okay, so the next time Marvel retools its continuity, Steve Rogers has to be né Stephen Rothkowitz, son of Russian Jewish immigrants on the LES, right?
That's a very interesting question!
The first thing I'd note is that Marvel doesn't really retool its continuity per se, that's more of a D.C thing. Indeed, Marvel kind of takes pride in the fact that the main continuity of the 616 has never been formally rebooted, that while the plates may have wobbled from time to time they've managed to keep them spinning since 1961.
Leaving aside that bit of pedantry, I think the question of whether or not to have Steve Rogers be retconned as Jewish is a very interesting one - and I think it ultimately comes down to what kind of message or theme one is trying to convey through comics. When Siegel and Shuster decided to bolt a Moses allegory onto their reclamation of the Nietzschean Ubermensch, that was a statement to the Nazis of the world: the ubermensch was a Jew.
As I've said before, Jack Kirby and Joe Simon were on to something a bit more complex than Superman when it came to Steve Rogers. To quote myself:
In a deliberate thumb in the eye to Hitler’s racial science, Steve Rogers is turned from a malnourished working-class intellectual into the very image of the Aryan Superman Hitler fetishized by a Jewish refugee scientist – alternately named Joseph Reinstein or Abraham Erskine – who is then gunned down by a Nazi agent.[3]
Pre-serum Steve Rogers stands in for many things that Hitler hated and wanted to purge from society - he's the "degenerate" "cosmopolitan" artist/intellectual, he's physically disabled and absolutely would be labeled as "undesirable" under the "Law for the Prevention of Hereditarily Diseased Offspring," he's a working-class premature anti-fascist (i.e, he's a "red"), he's a second-generation immigrant from the Lower East Side - so the question naturally arises, is he also a Jew?
I think it's a bit complicated. Certainly, as I've written about before, subtextual Judaism is all over Steve Rogers' origin story. In addition to the immigrant LES backstory, there's also the fact that Rogers' transformation into Captain America is absolutely depicted as the work of Jewish emigre science. To quote myself again:
So in 1941, when Jack Kirby and Joe Simon introduced us to Captain America and the name of the scientist who gave him his powers was Professor Reinstein at a time when the most famous Jewish emigre scientist in the world was Albert Einstein, the subtext was clear: Captain America’s serum is the result of Jewish emigre science, here to save us from the threat of Nazism. And while it’s changed somewhat in the last 60-70 years, the fact that the 2011 film has Doctor Abraham Erskine be both a scientist and a quasi-rabbinical figure, the subtext is still there.
I think there's something very deliberate in Kirby and Simon's choice to have Steve Rogers be transformed into a blond-haired, blue-eyed ubermensch, the very ideal of Nazi eugenics but one absolutely dedicated to a political ideology that's anathema to Nazism. In that context, it might be argued that having Steve Rogers be Catholic rather than Jewish might be a useful part of the analogy rather than just subtextual cover - he's the Popular Front cross-ethnic coalition, he's the example of righteousness among the goyim to inspire other goyim to take up the cause of anti-Nazism.
There's also a reading of the text that both points to the subtextual Judaism of Rogers' origin but also why Rogers is in Judaism but not of it - the rather common reading that Captain America is a golem. As I've said, Reinstein/Erskine is a quasi-Rabbinical figure, endowed both with higher learning (the super-science formula that is lost with his murder so that there is only one Captain America) and moral authority, who creates an incorruptible force for good to defend America and its Jewish commuunity from the evils of Nazism.
As Captain America, Rogers bears a letter A on his forehead that is analogous to the Hebrew letter א that plays a crucial role in the tale of the golem. At the same time, not everyone agrees with this reading, so it shouldn't be taken as a given.
After all, Steve Rogers could also be argued to be Marvel's answer to the atomic bomb, a force of superhuman might capable of winning world wars - but one endowed with a moral intelligence and free will that the bomb lacked. (Incidentally, I was absolutely gagged that some Gen Z folks think that the Manhattan Project was something made up for the MCU, because it was mentioned in passing that Howard Stark worked on it. I can't wait till the kids find out about the Black Womb Project...)
Conclusion
At the end of the day, I don't know whether I would prefer Steve Rothkowitz to Steve Rogers - there is something indefinably different between the idea of Jewish resistance to a genocidal ideology directed specifically against them and the idea of a goyish neighbor, someone who grew up in the neighborhood and learned some Yiddish along the way but who wasn't exactly au courant with Rabbi Hillel, taking up arms in the cause because they've reasoned it's the only morally acceptable thing to do.
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Jakten, Chapter 11, The End
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Warnings: mentions of death, noncon, dubcon, angst, right in the feels
‘If you love something let it go.’
Lance had repeated the saying to himself nearly every other minute. He’d felt different not having the human in his arms. He’d brought her back to her kingdom, much to the vibrant surprise of the rest of the non-magical kingdom, and he’d left her along its border with nothing more than a few apples in a bag and the necklace that he knew she loved.
And yet, not more than a day later, after he’d managed to shield his domain once more to the prying eyes of the rest of the world, his breath stopped when he saw her anxiously wandering the forest. Lance wanted to reach out to her, wanted to touch her, but he couldn’t. After he’d felt he broke her heart by taking one of the girls that worked for him, he couldn’t look her in the eye without feeling guilty. Without feeling like he’d betrayed her.
Nick and Genevieve had made him repeat the saying over and over again. ‘If you love something, let it go.’ And yet, it didn’t feel right to him. It felt like he was missing the larger part of the picture. By the second day, she hadn’t left the area, sure of the fact that she had to be in the right place. She’d run out of apples but refused to leave the area in search of more food or even water.
When she’d fallen asleep from the exhaustion, Lance went out to her with yet another bag of apples and had transported her back to the borders. And sure enough a few more days later, she was back in her spot.
“Why do you keep coming back to me, sweet human?” he asked as he came out with another bag of apples, “surely your kingdom is showering you in riches without me…”
“If you love something you let it go,” she said softly, yawning to herself. Lance was shocked to see that she had been sleeping, but had woken at his intrusion. His heart was in his throat as he heard her voice. It was a melodious tone to him that he wished he could hear every day for the rest of his life, “but if it comes back, it’s yours.”
He froze in his spot, “what did you say?”
“That’s the saying,” she whispered tiredly, leaning against the tree, “If you love something let it go…if it comes back…its yours. You thought I was sleeping the last time you dropped me off. I heard you say it when you disappeared.”
“B-but you’ve come back…”
“Lance,” she sighed sadly, tired eyes looking to the fae, “I’m yours.”
“Bucky, I’m going to need you to trust me.”
“Jefferson what are yo-“
But the vampire’s question went unanswered as Nick knocked him out from behind. Bucky’s body dropped to the ground like a stack of bricks and Jefferson frowned, looking at the golem, “you could have been a smidge more delicate; you know.”
“He’ll be fine,” Nick said flatly. Genevieve elbowed him in the ribs, and he grunted, “ow. What was that for?”
“You said you would be gentle,” she said firmly, “and I know that you can be. You’ve proven it time and time again.”
Nick blushed at the insinuation. Jefferson narrowed his eyes at the couple, “you two are disgusting.”
“Oh, like you and Ouli haven’t done anything.”
“We haven’t,” Jefferson said sternly as he looked at them. Both of them didn’t seem to believe him as he frowned even further, “she is of pure heart and I’ve no business trying to take that. S-she’s already back in the mountains.”
“Oh Jefferson,” Genevieve sighed, not entirely believing what she was hearing, “I-I’m so sorry.”
“Yes…well, give me the soul of the damned,” he said simply, trying to pull the conversation away from himself, “the soul of that wretched siren has already been harvested, and I need the royal’s soul to make this work.”
Ouli looked around at the joyous faces surrounding her. They were celebrating the fact that she’d been given back to the kingdom by none other than the immortal who protected the non-magical kingdom.
But her heart was shattered. She didn’t want to leave him. Even he had known that. But yet, he’d returned her, without so much as a goodbye. She felt abandoned by him.
Jefferson stared at her tear-stained cheeks, desperately wanting to reach out and touch her. But he knew if he did, his resolve would crumble, so he maintained his distance, “do not cry, my sweet. It will be okay. I promise you. You will-“
“No!” she said defiantly, fighting against the man that she’d quickly come to love, “Ouli no leave.”
Jefferson caved, reaching out to her, but frowned as she slapped his hands away from her, “Ouli…you must…you do not want to be tethered to a soul like mine. It has many burd-“
“No!” she repeated, throwing herself against his chest, “Ouli…Ouli love Jefferson. I stay…forever. His mine.”
Jefferson pried her hands away from his outer coat, saddened by her admission. He’d felt like she’d cared for him deeply, but it was different to hear it said aloud. To hear those simple words from her lips.
“Ouli…you cannot,” he sighed, breathing heavily as he fought her words with his own, “You cannot stay with me. You will hate me if you d-“
“Jefferson no want Ouli?”
His heart shattered as she said those words. The look in her eyes was of an emotion that he never wanted her to feel. He rushed her, pulling her to his chest as he tried to fight back his own tears, “Ouli…trust me when I say I want you more than anything in this god forsaken world, but I can’t ask that of you, I ca-“
She cut him off with her lips. Jefferson felt all the passion and need in her kiss as his lips worked in tandem with her own. But that was the opening that he knew he had to take. He let his magic wrap around her. And slowly she was lulled into unconsciousness. Jefferson held her in his arms, half filled with regret for what he was about to do.
But he couldn’t allow himself to keep her. He could feel his powers waning with the light that she was introducing into him, and he had to finish the promise he’d made himself when he’d watched his friend become a damned soul. And he couldn’t do that if she was around.
So, he used his magic and appeared at the gates of the kingdom in the mountains. The guards were terrified to see him so close, and had their bows raised at him, until they realized Ouli was in his arms. Their maiden.
Jefferson laid her in front of the gate with a heavy heart and pressed a firm kiss to her forehead, “I am so sorry my sweet…but I cannot have you around right now…you make me be a better man…but for my magic…that means I’m no longer immortal, and I need it for just a little while longer.”
“He looks like he’s dead.”
“He’s not.”
“But, he’s so-“
“Dark elves are naturally pale, Genevieve,” Jefferson said breathily. He wasn’t used to breathing. He hadn’t done so in what felt like a millennia. But now, it was something he had to get used to as his gaze shifted to his friend. Bucky shifted. His head felt like it was on fire as he blinked. His vision was blurry for a few seconds, before everything became crystal clear. Every ounce of him felt like it was on fire, “welcome back.”
“B-back?” he asked, looking around. Genevieve and Nick were with him in his chambers, and he could see the night filtering in through his windows. Jefferson nodded, helping Bucky sit up, “what are you talking about, Jefferson? How long have I been out?”
“Don’t freak out!”
Bucky’s brow furrowed as he looked to Nick, “freak out?”
“We killed Ransom four days ago.”
“And Aexie,” Jefferson said simply, “Bucky…I did it…”
Bucky’s breath caught in his throat as he looked to his friend, noticing subtle changed about him. He seemed like he wasn’t as big, somehow, “y-you did it?”
He nodded. He helped Bucky stand and they walked over to a polished mirror. Not only could Bucky see his own reflection, but it was reminiscent of one that he’d remembered from centuries ago. His hands shot up to his face as he tugged at the pointed ears he once remembered having. Shocked, he looked to Jefferson who smiled at him, “I was starting to worry that you weren’t going to make it.”
“Th-that means…”
Bucky’s breath hitched once more; his eyes wide as saucers as he looked to his friend. Jefferson nodded, “waiting on you, Bucky…but there are a few adjustments that had to be made.”
“I am stuck here because of you!” Jefferson hissed, his aura growing ravenous around him. Bucky shuddered, feeling like what little bits of his darkness had surrounded him had burned at his flesh, “GIVE ME ONE REASON NOT TO EVISCERATE YOU!”
“I-I don’t have one!” Bucky said depressingly. Jefferson softened, seeing the elf’s sense of self shattered as he’d been transformed into a new creature; a vampire, “I-I’m alone. I have no one. My friends were murdered by a coven…just kill me.”
Jefferson could sense the sadness from him. He could see his memories clear as day, and it nearly turned his stomach as he saw everything. Jefferson’s aura receded. He was an immortal who thrived on fear, but something about him was wrong. He knew that this creature was not designated to the fate in which he’d been given. He ignored his baser instinct to destroy the relatively unknown creature and dropped the fledgling to his feet, “no one deserves to be alone. We will figure this out.”
Bucky looked up at him with a shocked expression, “W-what?”
“I will not repeat myself, vampire…but I saw what happened to you,” he admitted sorrowfully, “no one deserves that kind of fate…I will help you. We will figure this out.”
Bucky’s undead heart felt like it beat in his chest, “y-you will?”
“You have my word…I will find a way,” he said softly, “as the keeper of souls, you tried to barter one that has a curse around it, so I’m now bound with you until you are no longer cursed…I could kill you…but then I’d be stuck with you forever…and if you ask me, that’s worse than the curse you have now…”
“B-but you’ll help me?”
“I will…now come along,” Jefferson commented dryly, “let’s put some order into these chaotic lands, shall we?”
Bucky looked to Jefferson, his heart beating rapidly in his chest. He took a deep breath, something that he hadn’t had to do in centuries, and he looked back at the door.
“They’ve been waiting for you to wake up, Bucky…”
“They’re really there?” he asked nervously, “b-behind the door?”
He nodded, “yes…”
Without another word Jefferson turned away from Bucky heading towards the doors to the forest.
“Wait?” Bucky asked slowly, “W-where are you going?”
“I’ve been turned back into what I once was,” he commented softly, “Before I became my damned version…and there is a pixie I very much care to see again.”
“Ouli.”
“You have your happy ending, old friend,” he commented with a sad smile as he placed his tophat on his head and checked his watch, “now it is time that I go to mine. I need to find her again.”
“Good luck, Jefferson.”
“And to you, Bucky,” he smiled softly, “they can take my castle if you wish that they have their own space…you’re the new guardian of the magical beings…Lance has chosen to leave behind his castle as well to make a home with Cara in that realm…they will take over your prior spot and mine…or don’t. I don’t care anymore. I’m no longer watching over the realms…they’re old enough to do it themselves.”
“What about Nick and Lee?”
“Nick and Genevieve are still going to watch over the tides, but they don’t need much guidance. I think they just want to be close to the ocean…and Lee is expecting his own little pack soon, so I doubt he’ll care to look after everyone else…we’re free, Buck…live your life...be happy.”
Bucky watched Jefferson leave, and he gave a shaky breath as he turned his attention back to the door where he knew the rest of his life lay. He turned the handle and pushed open the heavy oak door. The library was quiet. His desk remained empty but sitting on the couch were two familiar faces.
A pair of forest green eyes staring hopefully at him, while a set of oceanic ones teared up as he barreled towards his best friend. Bucky nearly lost his breath as Steve’s large arms wrapped around him. Bucky felt the burning of his tears pushing out of the ducts as he wrapped his arms back around him.
“Y-you’re back.”
“You found us again…”
“Always Steve,” Bucky cried, holding his best friend, “it’s us…all the way…til the end of the line.”
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