Captain America: Finding A "Peggy"

Whatever It Takes

The air was heavy. As though there was a thousand pounds of G-Force all pressing down on the human body at once. It was enough to kill a man. Even a man, with super strength. It felt as though, you had taken a mixing straw, stuck it in your mouth, plugged your nostrils, and tried to breathe through the straw. All while having a massive lump in your throat, and an anvil on your heart.

Losing a loved one is never an easy thing to go through. Every time you close your eyes, you see their face. You hear their voice, particularly the last thing they said to you. But soon, after it all repeats in your head over a hundred times, you struggle to remember their voice. You struggle to remember their face. But it's all still there as clear as day. So why can't you help but forget the things you should remember, and remember all the things you should forget? You can't seem to remember their voice, even after it called to you a million times over, but you can remember all the times they yelled at you. You can't seem to remember their face, but you know it's gone forever.

The air was heavy. As though there was a thousand pounds of G-Force all pressing down on the human body at once. It was enough to kill a man. Even a man, with super strength. It felt as though, you had taken a mixing straw, stuck it in your mouth, plugged your nostrils, and tried to breathe through the straw. All while having a massive lump in your throat, and an anvil on your heart. If you had ever loved someone as much as he did, you would feel his pain.

The tears subside, but only for the reason that you've run dry, like a riverbed in the desert. So did he. You try to remember some more, but the instant you catch a glimpse of a memory, it hurts too much; the wound is still fresh and you've just applied salt to it. Your throat begins to swell just as your eyes did hours ago. Now you laugh because you remember something funny that they did or said, but soon you stop, your smile slowly fades back into quivering lips holding back a wail like an infant.

The air was heavy. As though there was a thousand pounds of G-Force all pressing down on the human body at once. It was enough to kill a man. Even a man, with super strength. It felt as though, you had taken a mixing straw, stuck it in your mouth, plugged your nostrils, and tried to breathe through the straw. All while having a massive lump in your throat, and an anvil on your heart. If you ever loved someone as much as he did, you would feel his pain. A pain that didn't seem like it would ever end.

After your eyes have dried, all red and puffy, and the lump in your throat has led to a straining on the back of your neck so you now have a headache, you bury your face into your hands. It stings. You've rubbed your eyes too much, and now they're raw. The sting takes you back to the last thing they said to you, because every time you repeat it in your mind, it figuratively stings.

"Whatever it takes," was the last thing Nat had said to Steve. The air was heavy. As though there was a thousand pounds of G-Force all pressing down on the human body at once. It was enough to kill a man. Even a man, with super strength. It felt as though, you had taken a mixing straw, stuck it in your mouth, plugged your nostrils, and tried to breathe through the straw. All while having a massive lump in your throat, and an anvil on your heart. If you ever loved someone as much as he did, you would feel his pain. A pain that didn't seem like it would ever end. But it had to end. Because for him to finish the mission, and make her sacrifice worth it, it had to end. He had to focus. The team he was meant to lead was counting on him. One last mission. Whatever it takes.