Steve Rogers, better know as Captain America. The face of the countries war adverts trying to get men to sign up to fight for their country. He had become a war celebrity after becoming buff and ‘super human’ from a serum injected into him.

He had major survivors guilt, he couldn’t stop thinking about the men left behind, or the one who got experimented on because the were lucky enough to be rescued.

Steve sat at the bar, nursing a bottle of beer. He should be celebrating with hundreds of men he rescued from HYDRA captivity, instead he sat by himself, his army green SSR uniform darker in the bars lighting.