(The images in this should be collapsed to begin with because, well, one of them is a plate of raw meat that Steve is presumably eating for breakfast. The last image is a gif. Contains discussion of illness, treatments, ableism and eugenics. I should point out first that I don’t have any of these conditions other than asthma.)
So many fics focus only on skinny Steve’s asthma and portray him as being as minimally disabled as possible. Let’s just remember that according to all the various sources (the Disneyland poster, the form Steve hands in to enlist in the film) that Steve:
- Had astigmatism – so he’d’ve had poor eye sight. I’ve also seen sources that say Steve is colour blind although I couldn’t find them again for writing this or to check what kind of colour blind Steve could be – it could be anything from red-green colour blindness to trichromatic colour blindness, but I’m not sure.
- Had scoliosis – this is where the spine bends in a way that isn’t part of the typical S-shaped curve, so his spine would’ve bent to the side. It’s not a life threatening condition but it can be quite noticeable and I’ve not seen a single fic that’s taken it into account.
- Was partially deaf. Again, I’ve never read a fic that mentions anyone speaking up for Steve to hear.
- Had arrhythmia, an irregular heartbeat; he also had heart palpitations, high blood pressure and the more generic heart trouble. I’ve also seen something saying he had angina, chest pain caused by restricted blood supply to the heart muscles.
- He also had rheumatic fever at some point which causes red ring-like rashes on the limbs and can affect the brain, joints and heart – which given Steve already had heart problems is not a good thing. It affects older children up to the mid teens. It is treated with aspirin – which is hard on the stomach and unfortunately for little Steve, he also has:
- Stomach ulcers. These are extremely painful and can be caused or made worse by drugs like aspirin. Stomach ulcers can be very dangerous if complications arise.
- Another stomach complication Steve had was pernicious anaemia, which until the 20s was basically a death sentence. It’s a condition where an enzyme necessary to absorb vitamin B12 is not produced and the patient becomes progressively more anaemic until they suffer complications such as neurological damage or simply die (hence the word “pernicious”). Until 1928 the only treatment was to drink copious quantities of the juice from raw liver (more than a pint a day) or eat half a pound of raw liver a day, which contains the enzyme (cooking would destroy the enzyme). From ‘28, Steve was presumably relieved to hear, a liver extract was produced so that the quantity of liver juice one had to drink was 50x less and was also cheaper. The other symptoms were pretty much the same as other kinds of anaemia.
What do you mean you aren’t hungry?- Steve also had flat feet (less serious but with everything else this kid isn’t running anywhere)
- He had scarlet fever as a child, which causes a sore throat, bright red rash, and can kill – especially as it can cause heart complications.
- Steve’s mother was diabetic- his admission form states that he has a parent or sibling with diabetes, and since it’s automatic disqualification from the army and he has no siblings, that means it must be his mother (unless you don’t think Steve’s dad served in the army at all and he’s just lying to serve with Bucky.) Steve has a higher risk for diabetes. This in itself isn’t going to limit him at this stage in the proceedings, but it doesn’t make him popular with eugenicists either.
- Generally his respiratory system is struggling – he gets sinusitis and frequent colds to go along with his…
- Asthma.
Asthma can be pretty dangerous especially for someone with a heart condition, since symptoms of a severe attack can include arrhythmia. In the 1930s, inhalers were difficult for one person to use (especially if that one person was having an asthma attack), but asthma cigarettes were easily available, considerably cheaper, and hallucinogenic. They did work to a degree, but were nothing compared to today’s relievers. There were also dry powder inhalers, and if you could get hold of one, atomizers and electronic nebulizers for delivering medication.
Beyond this, in the 30s, 40s and 50s, asthma was considered a psychosomatic condition – an imagined product of mental illness due to the child crying inside the sufferer during an attack – so talking therapy was used as treatment as well. Steve would’ve been considered both physically frail and mentally ill because of his asthma.- Really, it isn’t a surprise that to go with this he has “nervous trouble“ and suffers from fatigue – hell, it’s tiring just to be Steve. It’s also no wonder that he’s so small, given that his body was under so much stress whilst he was growing.
So what does this all mean for little Steve? Pre-serum Steve is chronically ill from birth or childhood, probably due to complications in birth or his earlier illnesses (there seem to be a lot of things happening in his respiratory system and stomach), and some of which is evidence of what at the time would be considered poor genetics.
People often associate eugenics with the Nazis, but its real home is rooted in the 20th century USA, and it was in full swing in the 20s and 30s. Many German eugenics research programs received their finding from the US before the war. Although as a white man living in New York Steve would’ve been safe from forcible sterilisation or euthanasia, public sentiment was overwhelmingly supportive of casting anyone framed as a dependent on the state or a fault in the gene pool cast out.
Eugenics was legal and mandated, and whilst Steve was growing up, thousands of impoverished women and state dependent children, especially women of colour and mentally ill women were forcibly sterilised by the state, and many people living in mental institutions or care homes were allowed to die of neglect.
His mother’s death due to TB would also have made him a target for this kind of thinking – in fact, tuberculosis was used as a method for targeting those with “inferior” genetics (whilst “superior” individuals would supposedly be immune) for euthanasia for eugenics purposes – in one mental institution, new patients were given infected milk to kill off those susceptible.
Ironically, Captain America and the superserum are essentially an experiment in eugenics, which really reflects just how widespread this attitude was in the 40s. I’m analysing Steve for purposes of fic writing and not any genuine critical analysis here, but there’s no getting away from it: they put a chronically ill, disabled man in, and they get a genetically engineered super-soldier out.
Steve actually surviving both rheumatic and scarlet fever with asthma, heart problems and no antibiotics is pretty much a miracle in itself at this stage, and I guess we should all be grateful that Sarah Rogers was a nurse, because things like half decent atomizers to treat asthma were expensive and hard to obtain.
When Bucky is talking about Steve having nothing to prove, he’s not just talking about a small guy who is too sickly to join the army – he’s talking about someone who would’ve been considered an invalid and unworthy among his peers and made to feel like a dependent all of his life. Steve has to prove everything to everyone except Bucky, the only person who values Steve for himself and not against criteria of fitness or health, and most of all he needs to prove to himself that the things he’s internalised about himself aren’t true.
tl;dr: Basically, it’s time to start portraying Steve accurately in fic and stop glossing over aspects of his health that aren’t as fun to write as an asthma attack.
Post-serum, he also probably still retains a great many reflexive habits. He probably wakes up in the morning and has to remind himself he’s huge and healthy. He probably has a hard time interacting with the chronically ill and disabled, because he was that way until recently, but he also got his science magic cure that nobody else gets.
I wonder if there’s room in MCU fics to write about Clint’s partial deafness from the comics, and have Steve be a part of the discussion. Or maybe…
Steve looked over the line of tablets on display. He remembered when “computer” described a human being, but a little experimenting with the floor models proved there was nothing to worry about. The devices were very intuitive, much more so than machines he had dealt with… well, was it nearly seventy years ago, or was it just a couple? He was never quite sure how to think about his personal timeline.
"You’re, uh, picking that up faster than I’d’ve expected,” observed Peter. “No offense, Ca- sir- Steve?”
The teen fumbled over what to call him. They’d met through Stark, who had offered the boy a job, both in costume and out of it. And for Peter, there was no question it was still a costume. He hadn’t made it a uniform, and Steve was hoping to keep it that way. Stark was hoping that the young Parker could help “Rip Van Winkle” acclimate to modern times, as he had put it.
“I’m not in uniform. Just Steve is fine, Peter,” Steve smiled that crowd-pleasing smile. “Contrary to what Mr. Stark thinks, I’m actually pretty interested in all of this. I think he needs to learn that ‘old’ doesn’t mean ‘old-fashioned’.”
Peter stammered an acknowledgement, and then reached up, bringing a finger to the bridge of his nose, and blinked in surprise before flushing ever so slightly (so little that anyone without enhanced senses probably wouldn’t have noticed), and looking away. Ah.
“It’s really the other things that are tricky to get used to,” he said, nodding to Peter. “Like… I keep squinting to see stuff that’s far away, even though…”
“You-” Peter looked up, startled. “You, oh! Wow, I didn’t- I mean, me too, yeah.”
“Some old habits, you know?” Steve looked into the distance for a moment, though he wasn’t sure what he was looking for. Maybe just to remind himself that he could? He looked back, and down to the tablet in his hands. “Say, I was wondering, could I use the stylus to draw on this?”
“A strong will can fuel a frail physique.” -Ra’s al-Ghul (supposedly quoting Napoleon)
Just a little addendum from a person with a different kind of scoliosis
Aside from the typical depictions of scoliosis where one shoulder lies lower than the other or the spine is bend in an odd shape, there is also another type that features rotation of the vertebrae. Usually affects those closer to the tail-end of the spine and can exist in 4 stages ranging from barely noticeable to disabling. It’s measured in degrees of rotation.
Basically your spine twists its components at unnatural angles CW or CCW and since the ribs are attached to the vertebrae they also twist, often warping or stressing internal organs(like guess what-the lungs and the heart as if Steve didn’t suffer from enough shit). It also puts unnecessary stress on the muscles.
It is treatable nowadays, via exercises in stage 1 and straightening corsets in stage 2-3(I’m not sure about 4-I think medical intervention is needed) but I have no information on treatments back in the day.
So this is another possibility to consider when you’re writing skinny!Steve.
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so beautiful that I can’t breath!
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Deconstructing Captain America: The Winter Soldier
“But I knew him.” – The Winter Soldier
This line from the Winter Soldier moments before he was about to be electrocuted is not just stating that James Buchanan Barnes has remembered his best friend Steve Rogers. It was more than that.
It was a plea.
Bucky Barnes was pleading Hydra. He was pleading them not to wipe him. He was pleading them not to make him forget again. He knows, after he’s wiped yet again, they’re going to send him back on the field to finish the mission. He was pleading them not to kill the man on the bridge, a man he knows he knew. He was pleading for help, because he knows, after he’s wiped, it won’t matter if Bucky Barnes knew you; he will definitely kill you if he was commanded by Hydra.
He’s like a child, trying to argue with his parents when they told him not to play with the other children.
He’s been trying to fight Hydra. He’s been fighting Hydra since 1945.
And this fact makes me fall in love with both the character named James Buchanan Barnes and the actor named Sebastian Stan.
marvel character guide: steve rogers / captain america
Jewish Bucky pls
Title: Day Of Atonement
Rating: PG
Summary: Bucky thinks he’s got a lot to atone for. Fortunately, there’s a holy day for that.
Notes: Thanks to arsenicjade for checking this one over for me. 😀When Steve was little, he didn’t comprehend or even notice that good boys from his building didn’t play with the Jewish boys one block over. When he got older he understood it, but ignored it; after all, his mom didn’t care, so why should he?
Sarah Rogers didn’t give an Irish damn what the biddies in the parish thought of her or her son, as few of them had raised much of a hand to help her when Joseph was alive, and anyone she chose to associate with didn’t give a damn either. On the few occasions someone pointed out Steve’s choice in friends, she said, with an affectionate smile, “Well, Steve’s never been good at idiot rules.”
Steve ran about for most of his childhood in short pants with Bucky Barnes (Lefty Commie Jewish ma, Lefty Commie Convert dad) and Arnie Roth (orthodox, kind-hearted father, dead mother), who lived on the border between the Jewish neighborhood and the Irish one, an invisible but very tough membrane. Arnie drifted off eventually, too scared of seeming any kind of different to play with goyim, but Bucky and Steve battled angry Irish boys in Steve’s half of the street and (less often) tough Jewish boys in Bucky’s half, and soon enough most people who knew them left them alone. Sarah kept a jar of kosher pickles and a special plate for Bucky when he visited, and while she couldn’t send food over to the Barnes family, she did look after Bucky and Becca when the Barnes parents needed to go to a rally or a protest, and the time the strikebreakers put Bucky’s dad in a bad way because he was trying to Unionize.
If Steve ate a lot more matzoh growing up than most Irish, Bucky and Becca occasionally got a meal that might not strictly speaking be entirely kosher.
“Do you remember Yom Kippur back in ‘35, the year after my mom died?” Steve asked. He tried not to ask do you remember too often, but Erev Yom Kippur was in two days, and he didn’t know if Bucky would want to remember, or to participate.
“You wanted to fast with us,” Bucky said, sitting at Sam’s kitchen bar. “Mom wouldn’t let you. She had the Rabbi in to tell you the sick didn’t have to fast.”
“He boxed my ears when I lipped off to him, too.”
“He said that you were a gentile anyway, which was punishment enough.”
“Never lipped off to the Rabbi again,” Steve said ruefully, and Bucky smiled. “It’s comin’ up, you know.”
The smile dropped off his face. “I know.”
“Sam would drive you to Temple if you wanted. We could both fast with you,” Steve ventured. Bucky hadn’t left the house since they’d brought him here.
“Don’t remember much — ” Bucky’s lips twisted. “Bet I could still make kreplach, all the times we watched Mom do it, but the prayers, the words, it’s all…”
He made a faint gesture, fingers fluttering away from his head. Lost to the Winter Soldier.
“They got me,” he said bitterly. “They didn’t put me in a camp but they got me just the same.”
“Hey, no, it’ll come back,” Steve said. “It will. If you can still make kreplach you can still pray. That kinda stuff doesn’t leave you, Buck.”
“It’s Yom Kippur. I got a lot to atone for. There’s too much — “
"I don’t believe that, and I don’t think you do either, not deep down. Anyway, your dad always said the best thing about bein’ a Jew was wholesale one-day forgiveness,” Steve said. Bucky’s mom had always swatted him for that.
Bucky looked at him, head bent, only his eyes moving. “What if I can’t remember?”
“Well, then you’ll have to go back to Hebrew school,” Steve said with a grin. “I hear the Rabbis don’t box ears anymore.”
“Bet they would if you lipped off to them, you were the worst at lipping off,” Bucky replied.
"So you’ll go? Sam and I will come if you want, at least, you know — ”
“Yeah, fine,” Bucky sighed. “I don’t know, dragging you two goyim around with me, G-d better send me patience for the pair of you…”
Winter Soldier by Rhee-J-Harper.
“Ghost of the past.”
Finally finished this.
I just can’t make Steve’s face right I give up.
‘Suit-up’
I think I just depressed myself with that title…;A;
Anyhoo, yet another messy illustration, which is a companion piece to THIS ONE.





