Part 3: Chapter 9

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"Really? I thought we are going to see someone, but instead, you bring me to a museum?" I asked when we came in front of Captain America's museum.

"We are going to see someone after. I just wanted to show you something first," he said.

"Why? I know Captain America in person. Why do I need to go to the museum?" I asked.

"Just come on," he said and opened the door. I followed him. When I entered, I was surprised. I saw the museum a couple of times, but I never entered. Inside was so much different than I imagined. I didn't have time to say anything because Steve pulled me to follow him. He put on glasses and a cap.

"Why did you put on a cap? If you don't want to be recognized, you should have been more creative," I joked.

He ignored me and just pulled me and said: "Hurry."

I followed him to a corner where there was something written,. It looked like a newspaper article. I went closer and saw a black and white picture of Bucky. I read the article. It was about Bucky and his life. I felt my eyes water. I remembered how Bucky hugged me and kissed me when he came back from captivity. I remembered how scared I was for him while he was trapped there. I remembered how scared I was that I was never going to see him again. And I remembered the happiness and relief when I saw him beside Steve that day. I looked at Steve with tears rolling down my face. He pulled me closer and hugged me. I started sobbing in his chest. When I calmed down, I looked around the museum. There was a plane there, so I asked Steve if that was the plane he crashed with.

"Yes," he said.

"Do you regret it?" I asked, even though I was sure I knew the answer.

"I would do it all again," he said. Just what I thought he would say.

There were also posters and videos, welcoming Captain America back when he woke up.
On the wall, there was a huge painting of him. Whoever did that did an awesome job.

"Do you think I can get a painting like this somewhere? I would like to put it in my room," I joked. I saw pictures and informations about him before and after the serum.

"Your weight was only 43 kg? And you were only 5'4 feet high?" I asked him, surprised, "You didn't seem that tiny."

"I know right?! I'm surprised I didn't have any diseases or anything," he said.
"And now you're 6'2 feet tall and you weigh 109 kg?" I asked him.

"I'm that tall, yeah, but for weight? Hm... I don't know."

"You should go on a diet," I joked.

"No, I'm sure it's all muscles."  While we were looking at the comparison, I saw a little boy staring at Steve.

"Steve," I said and showed him the boy. Steve looked at the boy, smiled and put a finger on his lips. The boy nodded, still shocked to see the real Captain America. I smiled at the boy as well and Steve and I continued. Next, I saw the clothes Captain America, Bucky and other soldiers had on when they went to destroy HYDRA's base. Behind was a huge poster of them. My eyes filled with tears again, but I suppressed them and we continued on.
The last thing we saw was an interview with Peggy Carter. She was talking about how brave Steve was and I wondered if she was still alive. I looked at Steve and hugged him.


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"Hey, Steve?" I said. We just got out of the museum and were walking on the street.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Do you- Do you maybe know if Peggy is still alive?" I finally asked. Steve was quiet for a moment and I suspected the worse, she's dead, but then he spoke: "Yeah, she's alive," he said in a sad tone.

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