Earlier this summer my 13 and 16 year old cousins decided Captain America would be our evenings entertainment. My inner fangirl is a bitch to contain so I just didn’t bother. If Bucky was on scream I’d make shooshing noises or go off on the terribly unladylike things i’d do to him. They took it in pretty good stead and knew I wasn’t really paying attention to the fact that they were saying they would too. We all made dying whale noises when he fell and the 16 year old (a fellow tumblr user) consoled me enough to let me explain to the 13 year old that he wasn’t actually dead.
A couch full of Bucky feels is how I judge feels in regards to Marvel movies now.
I’m taking them to Winter Soldier with me, we’ll flail our way through and find a couch to cry on afterwards.