I SHOOK THE frown off my face as I turned on my heels (strangely enough, suddenly feeling a lot smaller), only to walk right into a wall. No. Nevermind. Not a wall, just Captain, freaking, America. I looked up at his face with a sheepish smile. He returned the smile with his own while reaching into his pocket. I only now realized my arms were wrapped around him in a tight embrace. From his pocket, he pulled out a tissue and ran it under my eyes.
And then they were there: tears drifting down my cheek. He then held his hand out, quite like what Natasha had once done. Now in my hands was a small clock. It had a small ring at the top and I presume it once was used to loop a string to it. But where the string should have been its weird, abnormal bent shape, it was cut.
"Let me give you a word of advice," he repeated the same words as the widow had once used, "There will be haters. There will be doubters. There will be non-believers. And then there will be you, proving them wrong. I'm asking you to be strong. For yourself? Definitely! But equally for others. You never know who you are inspiring,
I know I'm asking a lot. I know it sounds like too much. It's something I'm willing to do. And if you don't feel up to it, that's alright. But I'm willing to bet you can give it a good ol' try. Now, bullies will be just that- bullies. And I don't like bullies, don't care where they're from. The past can be let go of and let stay there, but some people can't be forgiven. Just stay strong,
...for me."
With a final squeeze of the shoulder, Steve Rogers, the boy who would never back down from a fight and the man who finally finished the fights, turned into the background.
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Short StoryI'm basically doing this thing where I generate a random word and have to create a short marvel story based on it. It took me like a month to come up with the idea. Warning(s): None ᵂⁱˢᵈᵒᵐ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴱˣᵖᵉʳⁱᵉⁿᶜᵉ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗⁱᵛⁱᵗʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶜᵒⁿᶠⁱᵈᵉⁿᶜᵉ...
