Unimaginable loss. Devastating consequences. Immense pressure.
And still he doesn't buckle.
He carries two loads.
His heart was left in the past, but his eyes are on the future.
He tries not to look back. (He knows it's fruitless.)
It doesn't always work.
He throws himself into all that he does. He loses himself to his work.
(So did she.)
And little by little, he heals.
He pieces himself back together. He builds himself back up.
The new world isn't so bad. (Internet; so helpful.)
His team becomes his second family. (But no one can ever replace the originals.)
And just like most families, they have their spats. (That doesn't stop him from missing them all terribly.)
Sometimes, the new world is too much.
Sometimes, spare hours sketching don't work.
Sometimes, sleep is elusive.
So, sometimes, he goes up to the roof,
And, sometimes, he glances down.
But he always looks back up again.
He looks up at the sky they shared in another life
The sky they woke up to
The sky they fell asleep under
He looks up at the stars that blazed all those nights ago and wonders
which ones have winked out?
He looks up and drinks in the sight of the moon
(It's just like drinking in the sight of her...)
He breathes in the night air
He can almost hear her laughter on the breeze
You're so dramatic, my darling! she says as she dazzles
I do wish you'd lighten up!
And he smiles.
[Cpt. Steven G. Rogers | Code Name: Captain America]
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Hero Worship
Фанфик'Hero worship': a feeling of extreme admiration for someone, imagining that they have qualities or abilities that are better than anyone else's; idolization of (super)heroes. | A collection of the thoughts, musings and (potential) misadventures of...
