Steve was a man of many things. It was the title of America he bore on his shoulders. The weight often too heavy to bear for one man. When the Avengers had been formed, it wasn’t just about the right decision anymore. It was about protecting the world, saving them from harm.

He understood the cost of saying no to the Sokovia Accords. But he couldn’t force himself to do it when the corrupt government would control everything he knew. It stood against everything he had fought for. What he had served against.

But you, you were an enigma to him. You weren’t easy to crack or solve. And he found himself accepting the challenge every time he tried talking to you. You made the weight in his shoulders disappear, like the world could burn while he had you.

“Again, come on, kid.” Steve gestured for you to attack again. He had offered sparring lessons. To help you cope, to get you out of your shell.