I stay with Sam as we go to visit Isaiah. We walk past a group of kids playing basket hall. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. What you doing, man? Where you goin'?"
"We're goin' to see your grandfather." Sam nods.
"All right, he in the back."
"Thanks." Sam nods.
"I'll be back there."
"Yeah." Sam softly puts an arm around me and guides me to the pack.
Isaiah looks up at us, then down to Sam's hand. "That what I think it is? Mmm-mmm." Sam goes to take out the shield. "Leave it covered. Them stars and stripes don't mean nothin' good to me."
"I need to understand." Sam says.
"You understand. Every Black man does. Whether you wanna deny it or not..."
"Don't do that bitter, old man thing with me." Sam sighs.
"If you ain't bitter, you're blind."
"I don't get it, okay? What went wrong?" Sam asks.
LI used to be like you, until I opened my eyes, until I saw men in the Red Tails, the famous 332 fight for this country, only to come home to find crosses burned on their lawn."
"I'm from the south. I get that. But you were a Super Soldier like Steve. You could've been the next..." Sam shakes his head.
"The next? What? Huh? Blonde hair, blue eyes, stars and stripes? The entire world's been chasing that great white hope since he first got dosed with that serum."
"Steve did not put you in jail." Sam sighs.
Isaiah nods and leads us inside, he brings over a box and hands us a photo. "She died while I was in jail. They, uh, never let a single one of her letters get to me. They locked 'em in this box. They told her I was dead. Yeah, and after a while, she was gone, and, uh...Sorry. You wanted to know what went wrong? A handful of us got shot up with different versions of that serum, but they don't tell us what it is. They tell us it's tetanus. They sent us on missions, even though the others weren't stable. Some of us started dying off. Then a couple of the boys get captured on a mission. I heard the brass talkin' about blowing the POW camp to hell to hide the evidence. But those were my men. My brothers. Not evidence. So I bust out of the facility one night and I brought them boys back. Not that it made a damn bit of difference. It wasn't long before it was only me left. And what did I get for saving their lives? For the next 30 years, they experimented on me, trying to figure out why the serum worked. There was a nurse. She took pity on me. Wrote up some fake reports, something. She had me declared dead. That's who gave me this. My God! Sam, I loved her so much."
I shake my head, "Mr. Bradley, um...We gotta do something. We gotta tell somebody." I say.
"No. Leave me dead. My name is buried."
"But the world's different now. I know people." Sam says.
"Man, that's why you're here? You think things are different? You think times are different? You think I wouldn't be dead in a day if you brought me out? You wanna believe jail was my fault because you got that white man's shield. They were worried my story might get out. So, they erased me. My history. But they've been doing that for 500 years. Pledge allegiance to that, my brother. They will never let a Black man be Captain America. And even if they did, no self-respecting Black man would ever wanna be."
We sit in silence for a moment, Until Sam stood up and shook his hand. I shake his hand also and smile, "Thank you, Sir...for letting us in." I nod.
Isaiah nods and walks us to the door. Sam stops in the street and takes out his phone. "Sarah, I'm comin' home...and I'm gonna have a guest."
I clutch onto my backpack as we approach his house early in the morning. He leads me inside as a woman rushes up and hugs Sam. "I'm so happy your safe." She pulls back and smiles at me. "Hi! I'm Sarah. You must be Y/N. I've heard a lot about you."
"It's so nice to meet you." I smile as she hugs me.
"Careful with her, her back is hurt." Sam jumps in.
"I'm okay, Sam." I chuckle. "Thank you for letting me stay...it means a lot." I nod.
"It's no problem at all."
"I'll show you to my room." Sam nods.
"I'll just take the couch, Sam I'm not kicking you out of your own room." I shake my head.
"I'm not the one with the messed up back. Your staying in my room." He grabs my bag and carries it for me upstairs.
"Get some rest, today. We'll get to know each other later." Sarah smiles.
I go upstairs to see Sam standing in the doorway to his room, "Mind if I shower?" I ask.
"Of course." He leads me across the hall. "Towels in there." He points to a small closet.
"Thank you, Sammy. I appreciate it." I smile.
Sam stares at me for a moment, he then nods and shuts the door. I hiss in pain as I take my jacket off. I then carefully take my shirt off, struggling to reach back and unclip my bra.
"Y/N?" Sam knocks on the door. He opens it a little and sticks a hand in with clothes. "I have a shirt and shorts for you...might be a little big cause it's mine. I'll wash your old clothes."
"Thank you Sam....can you actually help me?" He walks in and shuts the door, looking down at my bruised back. "Can you unhook my bra. I can't reach from the swelling."
"Sure." He sets down the clothes and carefully unhooks my bra. He looks up at me in the mirror as I pull it off, just leaving me in my jeans. "I'll, Uh...take your dirty clothes." He picks up my shirt and jacket. And steps out. I pull off the rest of my clothes and hand them to him outside.
Smiling to myself as I take a shower.
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