#strengthandcompassion

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Warm wishes on International Men’s Day! 💙 Today, we celebrate the men who inspire, protect, and uplift us every day. Let’s honor their achievements and encourage open conversations about their well-being. 💪

There I did the thing. You guys can all join in.

enabler!

      "I dont------        need your help..."

The first time Tony saw Steve, it was when he was still trying to awkwardly fit in too large sleeves and too long jeans. The picture of the super soldier was simply hanging up right next to a bulletin board filled with stamps, notes, and red string tying from one end to another using little tabs. He had first wondered what on earth was so interesting about what looked like a monkey in a suit--even if the monkey was large, blond, and seemingly excludes sunshine. The second time Tony saw Steve, it was in the reruns of old war morale raising videos. The black and white scenery had the teen him grimacing in all of his gangliness but naturally, Tony found himself drawn to the story of someone who broke every single rule in order to play a game that he wasn't invited into in the first place. And most importantly, he had won.          It had sounded so familiar.                             It had felt so relatable.                                         And it had been so easy to think if it could happen to Steve,                                                                         --why couldn't it                                                                                      happen to him--                                                                                            --too? There were countless more times in which Tony saw Steve. Sometimes it was in a picture, sometimes in his father's notes and messy scribbles and theories about where, when, why, how. Most people are taught a definition of what a hero is by some modern know it all. Tony? He learned through the works of his father and a man he hardly knew outside of a handful of minutes and thousands of yellowed paper with hopes written on them. 

Natasha was just about finished with her work out as Steve walked into the training facility. She gave him a little nod of her head, to acknowledge him as she stretched on the mat. "And here I thought I was the one sleeping in this morning," she teased.