Able (An Avengers Fanfic)

Steve: Mas and Moms

Hi everyone! It sure has been a while hasn't it? Well, your wait is over! Here is a fresh chapter... straight from Steve's point of view!

I have to be honest, because I was writing this in Steve's POV, it took me a while to slip into his shoes! It's hard trying to get into the mind of a man from the forties that has been brought to the 21st century- though, it was a nice challenge! I probably won't write in his view often just because I don't want it to overshadow Liv's, but I will from time-to-time!

TW: Steve will be using the word handicap a few times in this chapter. He isn't trying to be hateful or mean, that is the terminology they used more often in the forties!

💛Crying_Happiness

June 11, 2011

Tendrils of freezing cold traces along my skin. The plane creaks under the pressure as it slips deeper into the freezing waters, the only sound that cuts through the silence. Peggy's photograph cuts through the darkness that threatens to take hold, her voice long gone through the radio speaker.

This is where death was supposed to find me.

The doctors and scientists say that it is the serum still pumping through my veins, that it somehow kept my body temperature up and protected my organs from failing in the arctic cold.

All of it sounds like it was pulled from the pages of one of those science fiction novels Bucky used to read. None of it should be real. And yet, here I stand, pulled from the icy wreckage, cold but alive almost seventy years later.

It's been hard to adjust to the new way of life. Hard to accept all that I've missed. I crashed believing in my sacrifice, in the fact that at the cost of my own, hundreds of thousands of people were going to be saved. But now I'm alive. People's lives were saved, but now I awaken in the aftermath.

The future I dreamt about is now the past. Everybody I know and fought with moved on with their lives, most of them are gone. The ones that aren't can barely remember what their names are. They all grew old without me, started lives without me, all the while believing that I was dead.

The snapping chains of the punching bag echo across the gym as sand spills out of the bursting seams. It slides across the wooden floor and slams against the wall, pulling me back to the present. Sweat clings to my body, dampening my hair to my forehead and making my shirt stick to my skin. There's no telling how long I've been here, but three other bags lay just underneath the newest addition

It's the only time I allow the memories free reign, standing in this gym that looks just as outdated as I do; throwing fists into bags that cave under the force. It takes the edge off, lessening the grip my past seems to have on me.

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By the time I've rejoined the bustling streets and sidewalks of the city, the sun is starting to sink behind the skyscrapers. When I ducked out of it, the sun was just peaking out, ready to greet the day and those who welcomed it. The whole day was spent in the past, in the memories that still feel as if they happened yesterday.

The trek to the apartment isn't a long one. While buying the gym had been a whim of mine, the place that's my home is one that was assigned. The keys being pressed into my hand with an address scrawled in blue on a scrap of paper. It comes with strings attached to the ring, strings that I'm not sure whether to snip or not. Not yet.

While S.H.I.E.L.D. is Howard's creation, he recruited Peggy to help bring it to life. The organization is supposed to stand for everything Captain America did, to protect the American people, but knowing of what became of Howard, I can't help but wonder if that was his true intent. If he really wanted to help the American citizens or if he just wanted a clean spot in his empire. But then, there was Peg and I was sure that she wouldn't have joined if there wasn't good intention behind it.