Guess what some of my character's pet peeves are.

They’ll tell you if you’re right or not.

Why yes, you are correct im-the-asshole-that. I really really hate boomers constantly shitting on my generation.

At my job, I once had to take a training course called “Dealing with Difficult People.” And during that course, for no apparent reason, the instructor started off on a rant about millenials which quickly devolved into the entire room of boomers bitching about my generation. At one point, one lady called us “animals.”

When I raised my hand to point out that this was disrespectful, I was told “it’s okay, you’re not like them.” At which point I snapped and asked HOW. My experiences are their experiences. You know what we saw when we grew up? We saw a housing market collapse. We saw the beginning of a war on terror so vaguely defined as to have no visible end. We saw an entire generation stick their fingers in their ears and shout “GLOBAL WARMING ISN’T REAL AND IF IT IS IT’S A PROBLEM FOR THE NEXT GENERATION.”

We’ve been told that “you better go to college if you want a good job” only to graduate to find that there are no jobs available because the work force ISN’T RETIRING. We’ve seen the cost of higher education increase OVER 1,000% in the last four decades. A college credit that cost an day’s minimum wage in the 70’s costs us 60 days of work. Those of us who graduate with student loans are told that if we couldn’t afford it we shouldn’t have gone. Those who don’t go are told that we can’t expect a job without a college degree.

We’ve grown up in a world where the acceptance rate at Harvard is higher than the acceptance rate at a new Walmart. We’ve been told that you were grateful for you job flipping burgers, but you were paid the equivalent of $14-$15 an hour to do so. We’ve had employers cut our work week to 39 hours to get out of paying for our healthcare.

I’ve worked in fast food and you want to know a secret? I have never had a problem with teenagers. If they get rowdy or messy they mean no harm. In fact, most of them will stop if you tell them. All they want is a fucking milkshake and a corner to themselves The customers that cause the most problems? They’re middle aged. I had a customer berate me, cuss at me, and call me stupid and ask if I failed math when I told him he hadn’t given me enough money to pay his check. When he finally accepted he was in the wrong, he told me I shouldn’t have made such a big deal out of it because it was “bad customer service” even though any shortage comes out of my paycheck. That sense of entitlement is something I rarely see in millenials.

We’re told in legitimate publications, in TIME MAGAZINE, just how little you think of our generation, how little you RESPECT us and yet you ask for our unquestioning devotion. Well guess what, IT DOESN’T WORK LIKE THAT. You’ve ruined our economy, our housing market, our job market, our environment, and our climate. You continually mock us, demonize us, and leave us to clean up your messes.

RESPECT IS EARNED, and you have done nothing to earn it. And it’s ironic that I have to have this discussion here because at this moment you are the difficult people I am having to deal with.

I was then told I was overly confrontational and would apparently benefit from being sweeter when being called an animal (I may have continued loudly talking over the “instructor” when she tried to cut me off). But the other sole millenial and I shared a loving glance across the room and absolutely lambasted this instructor in the evals and she’s never been invited back to teach that course, so it’s all okay.

Little Lies || Carol + Steve

          S he hated Fury for this already. Nobody knew        how hard it was to lie to Captain America until they        were staring Captain America in the face. She gave        a half-smile, equal parts cocky and weak, and said,        “ Steve, right? ” before stepping inside.

        Stupid greeting. Everyone knew Captain America’s        real name was Steve. That was something she had        known long before meeting him. Whatever. She        couldn’t go back on it now, and the trick was to pull off        amnesia. She could manage that much. “ Director Fury        said you might be able to help me figure out my old        life, maybe even get some of my memories back? ”        She put a hopeful lift to her voice.

        “ I hope I’m not imposing. He also mentioned we        were friends. Gotta say… It’s hard to believe I’m friends        with Captain America. Pretty sure you were buried in        ice last I remember. ” A mantra reminding her not to        talk about outranking him rose in her head. It was hard.

The question caught him off guard, and the surprise registered on his face. Whether it was from her honestly not knowing him or his alter ego even previous to whenever his memory loss started, or just the realization of what this amnesia recover would entail, he wasn't sure. But he had agreed to be the one to help her recover, so that's what he'd do. "Yeah, yeah it's Steve." He had to admit to himself that it was kinda nice being around someone who didn't know him as the Star-Spangled-Man-with-the-Plan. "Can I get you anything to drink?" He offered, motioning for her to sit at his couch.

That hopeful note in her voice made his heart constrict but he hid it well behind one of his trademark, winning Captain America smiles. There was a brief moment where he got lost in remembering kneeling in front of a rifle challenging a Soviet assassin who was coming off the rails to shoot him.That had been a long tense few months, and even now sometimes were difficult between the two brothers. "As many as we possibly can, Carol," he finally answered, a confident smile on his face. He would never let on that he was afraid, that was the last thing she needed. "Yeah, yeah we are friends!" Steve actually laughed a bit at that. Oh if Carol could only really see him standing here waiting for a quick quip she'd never stop teasing him about having a soft spot for her snark.

That statement froze him in his tracks, literally as the flashback rolled up his spine. The sensation of the icy water was so intense he was certain the back of his shirt must be soaked. "I wouldn't be surprised if that was the case. I was only recovered recently." He gave her a rueful smile. "Yeah, living Capsicle, strange, I know." Trust me, waking up was the last thing I expected.

Steve Rogers never closed his bank accounts in 1944 and after his mother died in 1968, her assets were held by the bank until the nearest relative could be located. So after veterans benefits, back pay (the US Army determined he was “on duty” during his suspended animation), uncashed war bonds, retirement benefits, social security payments, and accrued interest on his accounts, Steve is in the same tax bracket as Tony. He gives a lot of it to charity every year.

Captain America vol. 5 to Captain America: The Winter Soldier

The trivia section of Captain America's wiki has me in tears-

Super serious post about Steve and his extra capabilities-

And then-

Steve.

Whiny!Cap is my favorite. :)

The world has changed and none of us can go back. All we can do is our best (x)

*SOUNDS OF MY HEART BREAKING IN THE BACKGROUND*

#i bet dum dum took this picture#dum dum always had a camera of sorts on him#he liked to tinker with it#and he liked to make memories last#when you’re six feet under all that matters is the memories you leave behind#the smithsonian’s exhibit is 76% courtesy of timothy dugan’s estate#although there are other pictures that the commandos burned#after ve day#a funeral pyre if you wish#without bodies to bury#they each had turns to keep the folded flags#both cap’s and sarge’s#and they burned those pictures#those memories didn’t belong to history#they belonged to the two of them alone#the boys knew that#and respected that#god#howling commandos#ca: tfa#my heart bleeds for them all (via ink-phoenix)

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C arol would learn to hate Fury for this later. For now? There was a mission at hand, and she’d been given her briefing; after saving New York from Yon- Rogg, bursting her lesion in the process, a second bout of amnesia hit her. What Steve (and countless …

The fight had been hell, trying to keep innocents protected. Making sure his team was safe. The utterly taxing and unrationally emotional decision to sacrifice his shield for the city. He had lost it before and he would never, ever withhold it even if it would save just one life. But the thing that really saved their skin was the self sacrifice of one amazing woman.

It was humbling to know someone who had honestly gone up against some task or mission not expecting to walk away from it. But he seemed to gather those good people around him without trouble. Carol was exceptional though, she went up against everything, giving her all every time. And as much as they ribbed each other about rank, well she ribbed him, he honestly admired her.

He admired her even more now, however, now that they knew the extent of the cost it had on her. Her memories were gone. Utterly and completely vanished. So when Fury approached him, asking if Steve would help her out as one of her closest friends, after a brief joke about being their lucky amnesia recovery option, he agreed. He had gathered as many pictures and mementos as he could intent on introducing her to them slowly so she wouldn’t be overwhelmed.

One last furtive look around and a muttered, “where’s a tesseract when you need one,” and he deemed his apartment ready for her arrival. The small knock, nearly to the minute Fury mentioned made him grin, punctual as ever. He opened the door, surprisingly in casual clothes for once, a rare moment she’d undoubtedly make a crack at him for. Or would, had her memories been there.

He kept his warm friendly smile in place and opened the door, ushering her in. “Carol. It’s good to see you, come on in.”