Opening my eyes I try to adjust my vision to the lighting. Blinking a few times the blurriness clears up and I notice I'm in a very blank room. Glancing down I see I'm in green baggy pants and a white T-shirt. The sign on the middle makes me confuse...
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3rd Person's POV
Steve walks down the street of New York from his apartment to the gym. As he gets settled, he decides to work on the punching bag. After a good thirty minutes, there are already 5 broken bags laying on the ground. But he keeps working at the same one on the hook angrily. With every swing, it's like a memory he's trying to fight off and repress.
HYDRA BASE DAY FLASHBACK: Captain America is running through the forest, dodging mortars, gunfire and the Tesseract's energy firearms.
"There's not enough time! I gotta put her in the water!"
Steve's rage keeps building as he punches the bag. It gets harder...
RED SKULL'S SHIP DAY FLASHBACK: Steve places his compass with an image of Sammie Todd. The time is here for him to crash the plane.
Steve closes his eyes. Goes at the bag harder.
"Steve... I love you, Please come back..."
RED SKULL'S SHIP DAY FLASHBACK: The RED SKULL picks up the Tessaract.
Steve opens his eyes and tears the bag as the last memory kicks in. I don't think he can physically stop...
"Oh my god!"
PROJECT P.E.G.A.S.U.S, ANTARCTICA DAY FLASHBACK: A half frozen Steve Roger is lying down on a medical slab. Two SHIELD scientists run over hi-tech devices to see if his vitals are up. And it seems...
"This guy is still alive!"
Steve tears the bag open, off its chain into the wall, spilling out the sand. He stands, breathing hard, letting out 70 years of over repressed feeling. After taking a few breathers, Steve picks up another punching bag, which is laying next another dozen bags. He hooks the bag up and starts punching again. Fury walks in.
"Trouble sleeping?"
Steve glances over for a second but continues hitting the bag, "I slept for seventy years, sir. I think I've had my fill."
