During the final days of the war, presumably on or before April 18, 1945, Bucky and I were trying to stop a bomb-loaded drone-plane, launched by Baron Zemo, when the plane exploded, apparently killing Bucky and throwing me into icy Arctic waters of the English Channel. The Super-Soldier Formula prevented crystallization of my bodily fluid, allowing me to enter a state of suspended animation. Although Bucky and I had seemingly perished, the war still raged on and U.S. presidents and the government picked different volunteers, such as William Naslund, Jeffrey Mace, and another Steve Rogers, over the years, to keep the morale alive, and even after World War II ended.
