They’re pouring latex on him to make a false chest. So that they can place the arc reactor prop in him and make it legitimately look like it’s embedded in is flesh and with tears and scar tissue. The latex is colored so they can see where they are applying and how thick the layers are. It will then be airbrushed to his skintone and details like nipples scar tissue discoloration will be added.
Here’s that picture:
Then the reactor prop is added to the dimple. Basically the latex becomes fake skin and they tear part of the center open to embed it.
Now you can see how realistic it looks.
Wow you know I had never even thought about how the core reactor was attached to him before. xD;
This is why I love movies. Gods can’t wait for film school
I have often wondered, actually. This is awesome. Also, I’ve wondered if, during the scenes where he’s wearing a shirt and the reactor is shining through the fabric, if he’s just wearing a kinda harness under the shirt to hold it against his chest.
are they holding hands? or is it just a visual trick? well, either way it’s SO sweet.
it’s like a dad bringing his kid to school, or to the sport club training… awwwww
WHATS THAT? THAT SHAPE IN THE DISTANCE?
PUSHING THROUGH THE THICK FOG OF THE HARBOURA LONELY SHIP APPEARS
➵ You don’t have to literally hold my hand Cap.
✩ Fury said I had to keep an eye on you, and you wandered off.
➵ I had to go to the bathroom! Seriously, let go.
✩ Can’t do that Hawkeye.
#’come along baby hawk’ #’but I don’t wanna - ‘ #’son - just don’t’
SCREAMING
By near-unanimous agreement, if post-mission coffee occurs, it’s at Starbucks. The reason for this is simple: if they all went where they really wanted to go, they’d be scattered all over the city, and Steve is adamant that they bond. Bruce likes small, intimate places with lost of rugs and gentle music and the smell of incense. Steve likes diners and cafés where he can chat with the staff and stay for hours and maybe get some pankcakes. Clint and Natasha don’t really care, Thor hasn’t been on Earth long enough to develop a preference, and the kind of places Tony likes are out of everyone’s price range.
Steve:
Basic black Americano, no sugar. Steve will drink pretty much any coffee regardless of quality; he’s used to reheated week-old tar from his army days, and if he’s really honest, he misses it. He sometimes sneaks along sachets of powdered milk on occasion for nostalgia’s sake. No matter how many times Tony explains about inflation, he is still shocked at the idea of paying several dollars for coffee.
Tony:
Espresso. Known to add shots of espresso to his espresso. Would probably inject the stuff into his veins or bathe his eyeballs in it if the team weren’t watching him closely, because Tony doesn’t sleep. It has been hypothesised that the amount of caffeine in Tony’s system at any one time is enough to kill a medium-sized monkey.
Bruce:
Rarely drinks coffee; on the occasions he does, it’s usually a South American blend. His travels around the world have given him varied tastes and a fondness for herbal teas. His favourite, however, is green tea, and he drinks gallons of the stuff daily.
Natasha:
Figures if she’s going to have to spend a few dollars on a beverage, she should get her money’s worth. She tries to get something different every time, but is especially fond of chai lattes.
Clint:
Has an awful, incurable sweet tooth. Goes crazy for syrups. Will come up with horrific concoctions that would destroy a lesser man: his teammates watch in fascination as he guzzles choco-hazelnut-caramel-lattes with shots of espresso, whipped cream and cinnamon. Bruce wants to study his metabolism. Tony dares him to chug.
Thor:
NOT ALLOWED COFFEE. There is no caffeine on Asgard. The team are still trying to break him of the habit of throwing down his mugs when finished; as a result, he gets plastic cups of low-caffeine frappuchinos, caramel or strawberries and cream, or hot chocolate. Expounds loudly and at great length on his love of mini marshmallows. Most attempts at keeping Thor away from caffeine are thwarted by Clint, who secretly slips him sips of his Frankencoffee when no-one’s looking.
