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"Defending a position by citing free speech is kind of the ultimate concession; you’re saying that the most compelling thing you can say for your position is that it’s not literally illegal to express."
While Johansson’s first Marvel appearance in Iron Man 2 may have relied somewhat upon sex appeal, this was quickly nixed in favor of characterizing her as the most cerebral Avenger. Her most important scenes in The Avengers relied upon her intelligence and skills as a spy, to the extent that she even managed to outwit Loki, the God of Lies. At the end of the movie, she’s the one who closes the portal that let all the aliens into New York. Then in Winter Soldier she’s given second billing to Captain America, a meaty role that showcases a wide-ranging skillset that stretches far beyond just “kicking ass.” At no point during any of these movies does she seduce anyone, by the way.
Sadly, there’s very little sign of this character in the most easily accessible reviews of both The Avengers and Winter Soldier. Judging by the Guardian, WSJ, or New Yorker, Black Widow is more like a blow-up doll with a black belt. By their logic, if she’s wearing a tight outfit, then she must be a sexy ass-kicker, meaning that she must be the token female character, and therefore is little more than eye candy.
With that thought process in mind, it must make perfect sense to relegate Black Widow to a single sniggering comment about her catsuit, because obviously Scarlett Johansson is just there for decoration. And if you’ve read in the New York Times that Black Widow is a token female character, then chances are you’ll have internalized that opinion before you even buy a ticket. The feedback loop of misogynist preconceptions continues on, and in the end, we all lose out.
—Gavia Baker-Whitelaw, Every review of Black Widow in ‘Captain America’ is wrong (via fyeahmcublackwidow)
singelisilverslippers asked: Natasha and Sam take it upon themselves to help Bucky and Steve adjust to twenty-first century semi-civilian life.
Natasha walks into Steve’s kitchen—through the window of course—and hears the tail end of a conversation about KFC.
"—I don’t think it had much to do with Kentucky," Steve was saying. "Though maybe it does? Maybe Kentucky means something different in the future?"
Bucky grunted in agreement.
"Steve, Steve, Steve," Natasha said, shaking her head. "If you need a tour of modern cuisine, all you had to do was ask. I could take you out."
"I don’t—Bucky asked—” Steve said.
“Both of you,” she clarified. “Come on, let’s see how the fast food industry holds out against supersoldier stomachs.”
She was thrilled later when between them they finished that particular KFC’s daily supply of chicken.
"Natasha took you to a KFC?" Sam asked, appalled. "Man, you haven’t even tried sushi yet. Don’t go straight to the lowest common denominator, you hear what I’m saying?"
"Actually, I noticed that the prices at the KFC made a pretty large meal affordable even for—" said Steve.
"Yes, man, believe me, I know,” said Sam. “But this is your introduction to the future. We can do better than K fucking FC.”
"Yeah?" asked Bucky, leaning back in his chair, all challenge. "Can you do better?"
"Can I do better, he says," scoffed Sam. "Can I do—get your super asses up, we’re going for sushi."
Later, Bucky opened Steve’s fridge and there was still nothing.
"Where do you think we can convince them to take us next?" he called over his shoulder. "I’m hungry again."
"Let’s tell them we don’t know what a cheeseburger is," suggested Steve.