Steve Rogers

*The Captain's lips were stained with blood, his uniform was torn, but he still stood tall. Beneath his disheveled blonde hair, his blue eyes remained pure and unblemished* For as long as I can remember, I just wanted to do what was right, and I thought I could throw myself back in, and follow orders, serve. I’ve been on my own since I was eighteen, I never really fit in anywhere…even in the army. You know, I keep telling everybody they should move on…grow, some do, but not us.