Tag: mcu

darthstitch:

Look at that photo.  I mean, seriously.  REALLY look at it.

I am getting really sick and tired of all the “Steve Rogers is a grandpa” / “Grandpa” Steve jokes.

Yes, he is from the generation our grandparents and great-grandparents came from.

Reality check:  Grandpa and Grandma were young, once upon a time.

They were young.  They made stupid decisions.  They were reckless.  They rebelled.  They did crazy ass things.  They did courageous things.  They lived – as much as we “young folks” are living now.  They’ve got stories to tell, if you’ve got the time to listen to them.  

(If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have known my grandparents eloped to Baguio City when they were teenagers.  And were responsible enough not to have babies until the war was over.) 

So, let’s really look at Steve Rogers.  Forget the seventy years he spent in ice.  They really, really don’t count.  For all intents and purposes, Steve Rogers is actually twenty-eight (at least, that’s what MCU wiki says) years old.  Or if you want to fudge a little bit, he’s not more than thirty.

That is young.

Steve is still, essentially, the same punk-ass Brooklyn boy who said, “FUCK IT ALL, I’M SAVING MY BEST FRIEND” and went on a suicide mission to rescue him, knowing full god damn well it was a court-martial worthy offense.  Steve’s not going to sit down like a fuddy-duddy, wave his cane and go “GET OFF MY LAWN, YOU DAMN KIDS!”

(Unless, of course, Steve is being a little shit and wants to troll you, because he is.)

I think Steve Rogers – once he’s got his bearings – would bring that Irish shitekicker part of his personality back in full force.  He’d love rock and roll, maybe find something to relate to with metal, especially the metal bands with the fantasy elements, because hey, The Hobbit came out during his time period after all.  This is the guy who jumps out of planes without a motherfucking parachute – maybe he won’t go out clubbing or concerts every night, because, hey, he’s still got his responsibilities but can you imagine Steve still pushing his physical abilities for the fun of it because, hell, he’d never been able to do so many of these things before?

You know what I honestly hope to see? 

I want to see Grand High Troll Steve.  I want to see Steve pretend he knows jack shit about our “modern world” and “modern toys” and keep people like Tony reeled in until Nat, because Clint is probably about to die from laughter, will gently point out the trollage.

I want to see Steve surprise everyone with hacker-level computer skills and offhandedly remark that he learned a lot from Skye and watch Phil in the corner quietly “squee.” 

I want to see Steve caught headbanging to heavy metal and then turn around and go back to the music of his generation, because hey, he loves both and can’t see why he’s supposed to prefer one over the other.  They both have their good points, so what’s the big deal if he likes metal one minute and then will listen to Sinatra the next?

I want to see Steve cuss out at baseball games and finding a new team to root for because fuck the Dodgers for being traitors and watch the games he didn’t catch on his StarkPad or iPad. 

I want to see Steve wholeheartedly embracing computer art, having his own drawing tablet along with his traditional sketchbook and pencils.

Seriously, do you know who the real world equivalent of Steve Rogers is?

Sir Christopher Lee, who can trace his lineage to Charlemagne, who still rocks out to heavy metal and who, as a for real James Bond in WWII can tell you what a man sounds like when he’s stabbed in the heart.

Sir Christopher Lee is who Steve Rogers will be when he physically gets older and he’s still the most badass interesting man in the world.

So again, Steve Rogers is a young man.  He’s got a good many years to live (and probably more than that, due to the Super Serum), before he can really be considered a “grandpa” and even then?

He’s still going to be a badass.