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I just want all the descendants of the Howling Commandos to be this big, extended, up-in-each-others-business family

and they aren’t all in SHIELD but they all have a rough idea of what’s going on and if one of them shows up in the middle of the night, they’re guaranteed a safe place to sleep, a meal and a scolding

‘You better live through this. If you die, your mom’ll call my mom and there’ll be hell to pay’

I want them to have big “family reunions” every five years where everybody—fuckin’ EVERYBODY—makes it out to some campground or something where they all hang out and have a softball tournament and cut up a sheet cake so big it feeds two hundred people.  That’s when you meet peoples’ new SOs and pass around babies and congratulate kids on their new jobs.

oh god, and if they had the first one five years after the war ended, they’re due for one in 2015, and it’s the first one Steve gets to attend, and he gets there and it’s basically the best/worst experience of his entire life to date, because there are all these people who walk like Jim and grin like Dugan and say their vowels like Falsworth, and they all want to tell him stories about Dad, about Granddad, about Great-Granddad, they want to hear his stories from the war, they want to invite him to college graduations and weddings and christenings, and when he starts to get a little overwhelmed by all of it one of Gabe’s daughters pulls him aside on some pretense and gives him ten minutes to pull himself back together before she gets his email for the howlingfamilies listserv, which she runs.

(oh god, and two hours into it he catches a pack of Dernier kids arguing in rapid French over whether they should tell their parents about the man up a tree at the far edge of the campground that they saw while they were playing hide-and-seek, and Steve walks into the woods with his heart in his throat, and the tree’s empty now but he hears a twig crack behind him, deliberate, because Bucky knows how to walk quieter than that, and when he turns around Bucky looks— well, a hell of a lot better than he did a year ago, a hell of a lot more like himself, even with the shadows still around his eyes and the smile almost wavering at the edges of his mouth.)

 HOWLING COMMANDOS, omg the idea of them being like a network or a reseau like that, is just perfect,they’re not all in shield but they have lots of ressources,they might not be agents, but they’re not exactly civilians either, some of them are perfectly ordinary office workers who know exactly what kind of spy business shit is going on behind the latest alien attack, perfectly ordinary desk workers who know how to shoot like peggy, and they’re a group of determined and kickass people, all super protective of one another, and they know what a legacy means, and they’re basically a big family, jim’s granddaughter is arguing with dum dum’s daughter’s cousin’s son like they’re siblings, people are speaking and yelling at each other in at least three different languages at any given time, mcu, i want this so bad, i want cap to discover them and then they all take care of him and make him feel like he’s family and they all look out for him in their own little ways, and ahhh.

and the people who get bussed out to cities they’ve never been to before because they can’t afford medical or dental care but the network has doctors and will get you there

and how it’s slightly cheaper for them to go to college pretty much anywhere because there’s family in the area they can live with

and how if you go off the rails and start getting in to deep there are people who will come find you and drag you home

Every once in a while some kid is like OMG I LOVE YOU ALL BUT I AM RUNNING AWAY TO AFRICA BECAUSE GAH. (Or possibly even I HATE YOU ALL AND I’M RUNNING AWAY TO ICELAND.) (Once in a while I AM RUNNING AWAY TO KOREA AND IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU AT ALL.) And this is okay. I mean, it’s very sad. But it’s okay. … but they still get care-packages, and someone who works in international diplomacy is tasked to just keep a GENERAL eye on them and make sure they’ve got, you know, money and food. (A roof over their head is variable. I mean, maybe they like bush-living. That’s fine. But money and food, that’s necessary.)

and Natasha’s first mission as a SHIELD agent is to fish this kid out of a serious situation in South America and she has no idea why cause this kid is a no-body and the trouble he’s in is in no way something SHIELD should give a shit about but Fury muttered something about ‘family is family’ and ‘never gonna get any dumplings again’

so Natasha does the job and now there’s a restaurant in the Bronx that always gives her free food and she’s not entirely sure why

but it is great food

the thing I keep getting stuck on is that, for sure, at some point, some Howling Descendants are gonna marry each other