AND I'LL RISE UP.

“ i don’t think i’d be much help.” - @luposcainus.

it's not his place to tell someone when their ready for heading out into the field. sure , he thinks caspian is more than capable , it's not his place to decide. that rests with the king , but that doesn't mean he won't do his part to encourage him to see what he's truly capable of. ' i don't believe that. we all have our own strengths that helps the team. but it's for you to decide when and what that is. not me. ' he gave a reassuring smile. ' for what it's worth though ... take from someone who was very much the little guy. you might surprise yourself. '

closed starter for - @bldrdsh.

he could understand better than anyone that call to help people. he also understood that sometimes ... it wasn't as black and white as most people thought it was. he worried about the man for doing this sort of criminal justice work on his own. everyone needed a team they could call on. ' i'm not here t'stop you. quite the opposite. i'm here t'offer my help. ' perhaps this could one day , if things went well , move in the direction of him joining the team someday. '

closed starter for - @ironifiicd.

' i was wondering when you were going to be coming out to get a good look at director rogers. ' just about everyone from the original team had come to see the newly retired steve rogers taking up the desk job instead of the shield. ' i think i'm already losing my mind and i don't think i've been in this office two hours yet. '

OUTSIDE PERSPECTIVE. ( always accepting. ) a civilian seeing steve right after he saves someone else/finishes a mission - @redheadarcher.

nobody wanted to move. nobody wanted to even breath. but nobody could really stop their mutters of terror , and prayers that help would come. the young woman sitting in the corner certainly was. was this really where they were going to die? was she really going to die working at her dead end job?

no. no she was not.

in fact , nobody except the ones wishing harm on these poor civilians would be dying today. the ting , ting of the shield boucing of helmets , and armor , and even the walls before the star spangled hero came charging forward. under any other circumstance ... she'd think it was pretty lame.

but there's no hesitation from the captain. no moment where he shows an ounce of fear. he's stepping between the aliens attacking. creating a shield out of his own body to protect the innocent lives cowaring for their lives. he's brave , but he's also more than that. he's selfless. he doesn't care about how brave he looks. he care about those people getting out of there. about if she got out of there.

the rest of the fight seemed to move so fast , it was hard to track. between the quick movements , and hiding to avoid being hit by anything , there wasn't much to see , until steve rogers himself stood amongst the bodies of those who would have killed everyone in that room. there's a look over his shoulder , as the people in the small coffee shop are rising to there feet.

' it's alright. ' his voice. it's soft , but confident. warm and secure. a small smile graces her features where a look of fear once stood. that shield sitting on his back , protecting him just as he had protected them , being their shield. ' disaster relief is coming , they'll be here any second now. '

applause follows , and that's when she notices it. that look , it's changed. it's still warm , still secure and safe , but that confidence has changed. that smile more rehearsed , and he's givning a nod in thanks. that smile now acting as his shield until he eventually leaves to join in the fight still ensuing with his team. for someone so brave , you would think he would want to bask in the praise , but she'll always note how quick he was to push the praise away from himself.

OUTSIDE PERSPECTIVE. ( always accepting. ) Steve Rogers when he walks around New York the first time since being unfrozen - @marvelmyriad.

a woman pulls her son along the streets of the small town. there's never much happening there. never anything to speak of aside from a fender bender. not too far outside of new york. low key. the perfect place for a man frozen in the ice since the 1940's to see the modern world for the first time. nat really did have the best ideas when it came to all this.

' billy i don't have time for this! we have t'pick your sister up in thirty minutes. ' a strained voice of a woman appearing to be in her late thirties. the young boy perking his attention before hurring to match pace as to not be drug down the street. it's when they're at the crosswalk , waiting for their turn to cross ... that little billy sees him.

his mother isn't paying attention. she's fishing for something in her purse. but billy's always paying attention. always watching. and as he looks across the street , standing on the other side ... no other than captain america himself. he's seen pictures before. his dad's shown him the card collection.

reality might have been a little hard for the kid to know for sure , but it's the smile from the incognito captain that proves it's him. he's not gone. he's right here. that smile , it's warm. encouraging. just like on the trading cards. he looks nice. kind. the kind of person that little billy's always looked up to. he waves , and steve smiles a little brighter , moving as though he were chuckling , before giving a casual wave.

a small hand raises to point across the street , in time to see the blonde hold his finger up to his lips , before turning with a red headed woman to duck behind the streets.

' that's captain america. ' he said confidently. ' huh? ' the mother looks up , then in the direction he's pointing , only to find nobody there. there's a deadpan look , before a tired huff leaves her. the signal for them to cross changing. ' don't be silly billy. captain america hasn't been seen in a very long time. '