"There's all these other worlds, right? Well, I've met me. An older me. And I've met Clint Barton. He knew me too. Everyone knows me. They think they do anyway. But I'm not....I'm not a hero. I'm not a soldier." Steve's voice has turned slightly bitter. He can't help it. He feels like such a disappointment sometimes.
The door is tugged open harder than it probably needs to be. But Steve isn't going to slam doors. He takes a breath as the cold air hits his face, pats at his pocket to make sure his inhaler is on him.
"Their Steve Rogers isn't....who I am. And how could they not be disappointed?"
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Date: 2015-12-22 05:19 am (UTC)The door is tugged open harder than it probably needs to be. But Steve isn't going to slam doors. He takes a breath as the cold air hits his face, pats at his pocket to make sure his inhaler is on him.
"Their Steve Rogers isn't....who I am. And how could they not be disappointed?"