welI i think you do already know the answer, my sweet opossum, but to confirm: I LOVE JEWISH BUCKY!!!!! I LOVE JEWISH BUCKY. In fact, now that I have read Jewish Bucky, it seems so obvious and correct that I am shocked not to have assumed it before.
I hope Bucky’s bubbe looked just like my great-great-great-whatever and taught Bucky to swear in Yiddish with such vivid, paint-peeling eloquence that old guys beating him at chess would take their hats off in laughing respect. I hope he taught Steve to do that too. I hope the first thing Bucky told his ma about Steve was that the kid was a twig but damn he had chutzpah and Bucky’s ma gave him a clip on the ear for swearing. I hope Bucky associates candlelight with home, with the gleam of it in his ma’s pinned-back hair, her blue Friday night dress. I hope Bucky only eats Hebrew National hot dogs but it’s because they TASTE better, Steve, come on. (I’m assuming they sold Hebrew National at Ebbetts Field since the owners were Brooklynites but if they didn’t he probably did what he had to – you can’t just NOT EAT HOT DOGS at a baseball game – then put aside some time on Yom Kippur to apologize for eating treif and, you know, probably eating it again in the future tbh.) I hope he brought his ma’s matzoh ball soup over when Steve was sick and MAYBE Mrs. Barnes even gave Sarah Rogers the recipe because it’s literally the best thing when you’re sick and come on, they’re mishpocheh. I hope he tells the longest and funniest ritual grandpa jokes. I HOPE SOMEDAY BUCKY GETS TO HAVE A NICE HOME, JUST A DECENT APARTMENT WITH A HAND-PAINTED MEZUZAH BY THE DOOR BC YOU KNOW HE DIDN’T HAVE A CHANCE TO PUT ONE UP IN BUCHAREST!!! HE KNEW HE WOULDN’T BE THERE FOR LONG, HE HASN’T LIVED ANYWHERE PERMANENT SINCE HE WAS A KID, POOR BUCKY, WHERE DID THESE FEELINGS COME FROM I WANT THEM TO STOP!!!!!
Anyway so yes, obviously I also love thinking about everyone at seder also, especially because think how nice it would be for Wanda!!!! (Plus is there any reason for Natasha not to also be Jewish? There isn’t? Great, cool, Natasha is Jewish now.) (Ant-Man is probably fake Jewish, Jew….ish, half on his dad’s side, like me.) Please imagine that Bucky has forgotten how long it takes to get to the FOOD PARTS of seder and like, the ritual is important, he’s not objecting to that, it’s just that he’s a supersoldier now and he’s HUNGRY. but it’s fine, he’s just getting increasingly cranky and reading really fast. Please feel free also to imagine Sam and Bucky, fully grown adult men, getting INCREDIBLY hostile and competitive about finding the Afikomen that Steve hid slightly too well
So … Bucky was a three-time YMCA welterweight boxing champion by the time Pearl Harbor happened in December of 1941.
At the time, under the regulations of the New York State Athletic Commission, welterweight was a weight class of 147 to >160 pounds. Pictures of 24-26 year old ish (which would be pre-war Bucky) Sebastian Stan provided. For Science, of course …
That’s a 6′ welterweight.
War-time Bucky? Was not a welterweight.
That … that is not a 6′ welterweight. Even accounting for the padding in the uniforms. Meaning that the Army packed at least 10 pounds of muscle onto pre-serum war-time Bucky. When you’re as lean as this motherfucker is, that is not an accomplishment the US Army would have been able to do lightly.
Post-war, post-serum Bucky?
The Winter Soldier is not hitting the gym. The serum seems to have added at least 20 pounds to Bucky’s pre-war muscle mass.
That is a 6′, 200 pound get out the way, okay. So between pre-WW2 Brooklyn and Bucharest, the serum put at least 40 pounds of solid muscle and probably thicker, heavier bones onto his frame. Not to mention the metal …
I accidentally erased the original timeline post I made. I’m thinking of doing it all over again, in small posts like this, in a contained Tumblr of its own, so I can keep adding info and updating each bit when I come across things. Yes? No? Imma do it……
With Civil War on the way, absolutely no one should be surprised that I am, once again, becoming a complete and utter mess thanks to Bucky Barnes. (And Steve. And Sam. And Natasha. And literally everyone of them.)
Bucky keeps stealing Steve’s shirts and wears them for everything, even missions sometimes (because they smell like Steve and Home; and also they’re too small on Steve anyway).