It was late, he was pretty certain everyone in the compound was asleep except for him. Steve just stood by the window of the lounge looking out at the empty city below him. He thought about how much had changed, what he had lost and couldn’t get certain images out of his head. He was having flashbacks of the war, his mother in her deathbed, Bucky falling from the train. Some would call these flashbacks PTSD but to him, it was like he was in a living hell. He had suffered so much loss and pain. Now the world was being destroyed by Thanos, half of his friends were turned to ash and they were on the brink of giving up.
He had set up a support group as his way of getting his mind away from what was going on but there was no avoiding it. The apocalypse was happening and he had to sit there and watch. The best the team could do was try.
Everyone always expected him to have a plan when really, he was just a guy from Brooklyn who wanted to fight for his country like every other man in America. Captain America began as propaganda for the war. He wasn’t a genius, he didn’t have the powers to defeat Thanos on his own. If anyone could come up with a good plan, it would be Tony. Where ever he was.
Steve had given up. It took a moment for him to realize he had tears running down his cheeks as the sobs began to start. He leaned against the window, head in his hand and just let it all out. The pain, the guilt and every emotion he had been holding back for years. The blonde barely noticed that he was no longer alone.
