We were shooting Endgame in Atlanta, and Chris being Chris, he’s like yo, why don’t you all come over to watch football on Sunday. So I come in, Chris is like, “Aw man, I’m so proud, I’m so happy for you, this is great,” and I’m like, because I found your house? He was like no, “you haven’t read the pages?” What pages? “You haven’t seen the pages.” I said no, so he runs away, I mean literally, jumps over the couch and runs away.
Mackie recalled how a casual session of watching football led to Chris Evans congratulating him. The former was confused at first and probably realized there was more to the invitation. What’s endearing is Evans’ excitement to break the news to his friend and co-star. In the conversation, our longtime Captain America was referring to the final exchange between Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson.
At the end of Avengers: Endgame, we see Chris Evans’ Steve Rogers sit by the lake, he’s aged and lived a full life with Peggy Carter. When Anthony Mackie’s Sam Wilson approaches him, Steve hands him the vibranium shield.
Their simple but powerful exchange signifies the passing of a legacy. But in real life, the moment was not nearly as calm, composed, and poised. Mackie continued to narrate how Evans broke the news to him, saying:
We go down, he has all the pages, laid out and stuff, and he gives me the scene and I read the scene and I’m like, this can’t be real. He goes, “that’s the scene, that’s what we’re shooting this week, you’re getting a shield. So, we literally jumped up and down and hugged each other. Thinking back at it, now I was so surprised how excited he was, cause I’m like, you’re about to be unemployed fool!
Evans’ reaction to Mackie being cast as the next Captain America, is why we all adore him. His pride, support, and enthusiasm show just how much the character meant to him, and his camaraderie with Mackie. Now, with Captain America: Brave New World on the horizon, fans are excited to see how Sam Wilson embraces his novel destiny and what distinctive traits he brings to the superhero.
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