“I got into the Captain America costume! I am pleased to say it fits rather well. Didn’t have to make any alterations… I played Loki, dressed as Captain America. Chris was so game. Chris Evans doing an impression of Loki doing an impression of Captain America. It’s kind of amazing.” - Tom Hiddleston
I’m not sure I agree with the fact that Coulson didn’t know how to dress himself. He’s a spy boss for god’s sake, he knows the impact of appearances. He’s at Stark’s press conference in cognito, trying to not call attention to himself and SHIELD while lowing the guards of his target, and an ill-fitting suit that makes him look less intimidating was the right choice.
In his later appearances, he’s the Agent. He’s the one good eye of the head huncho. He’s the embodiment of SHIELD in the eyes of other agents. He dresses to fit that role he takes on, letting his polished exterior add to his competent, efficient, intimidating image. It’s not him upping his suit game. It’s Coulson knowing how the game is played, period.
"Not this suit, that one."
"Coulson, that one makes you look like a schlub."
(But a cute schlub. Make all the boy schlub go WAAAAAA.)
My coworkers want to have a word with whomever wrote this bolded bit. Because they are upset I spend twenty minutes gigging and going, “WAAAAAAA” at my desk.
*hides from mob of angry coworkers*
I just couldn’t help myself!
SWEET JESUS, THAT SECOND PICTURE. ♥____________♥
Also 100% YES to all of the above. May have giggled hysterically for some time. :D :D
Author:sirona_gs Fic Title: I will battle for the sun Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Peggy Cater/Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes/Peggy Carter, Bucky Barnes/Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers Rating: NC-17 Universe: AU-Movieverse Word Count: ~11,400 Warnings: war injury, losing a body part, PTSD, amnesia (temporary) perceived unrequited love, pining, angst (resolved), misunderstandings, some Britishisms due to the setting, surprises, regained memory, author’s ‘slight’ obsession with Bucky fucking Barnes. >.> Summary: London. 20th century. An heiress, a businessman, and a gardener. Secrets, lies, friendship. And always, love. Notes: This has been a joy to work on, and that’s in no small part due to the wonderful, wonderful Lilibel. I couldn’t have asked for a better partner in crime! Her work is beautiful and she has been so amazingly supportive and encouraging throughout. It has been the best experience for me, and I just hope she’s enjoyed the process as much. :) Many thanks also to Pollyrepeat who has been, as always, a fantastic hand-holder and beta and just plain best all round. <3 Title from Placebo — pretty much the theme song for this fic (and, I think, for Bucky Barnes at all times.)
Notes from the artist: It’s been a pleasure to work on this project. I’ve changed hemisphere in the middle of it and the lovely Sirona_gs did her very best crafting a fic that kept me smiling despite my jetlag and moods. It’s been a great collab and I’m so happy with the result it bore. Enjoy!