[ It's like a damn joke, honestly. Billions dead and returned, trillions across the universe, both their sudden disappearance and return marking world shifting catastrophes of never before seen proportions.
And they called it the Blip.
It's the kinda joke someone makes to a room full of crickets, just a dry, awkward cough somewhere in the corner as the only reaction before the comedian has to shamefully shuffle off stage. ]
Damn close. John Walker. Blonde, blue-eyed poster boy from Georgia. Former Captain of the 75th Rangers Regiment. Three Medals of Honor for his service in Afghanistan.
[ Sam looks almost unbothered, but there's a certain hardness to his gaze, a subtle tightening in his jaw. It's likely not surprising to anyone who knows Sam's own service history, dedicating two combat tours in Afghanistan to saving people alongside other PJs. You don't see any accolades pinned on his chest, of course. ]
And nah, no ties to anyone. Walked on stage for his press junkets talking 'bout how he considers Steve his brother, though. You can imagine how that sat with Barnes.
[ And how did it sit with Sam? He doesn't mention. Probably doesn't have to, either. He's not ashamed of the fact that he stared at the TV announcement with his eyes full of tears, centuries of history pressing the air out of his lungs. Insult atop injury atop insult atop injury, and a much more personal grief mingled in between. ]
So day after I put the shield in a museum so people can remember Steve's legacy kindly, they introduce the new Captain America with his custom uniform. Day after, we got press tours and posters hanging all over the damn place.
[ Not things that could have happened overnight. Things that had to have been in the works since well before Sam made the choice to put the shield to rest. And Sam leaves no room for the sting he still feels over it all, the pain that threatens to bubble right back up, just soldiers on. ]
Now, world's in chaos right now and nobody with their ass in a government seat considers it their business to help. For five years, you had people free to cross borders and seek different opportunities than they ever been afforded. Then billions appear out of thin air again, and we don't got enough space and resources at hand. Naturally, plenty people wanna shuffle things back the way they were before. So now we got politicians deciding to force people into over crowded refugee camps at gunpoint, and looming deportations all over the place. I got intel on a group calling themselves Flagsmashers, and my contact tells me their leader hits harder than they should. Barnes invites himself along on my op, and Walker and his sidekick roll up, too. Hacked into my government property gear to track us. As you do. And what we find is a buncha kids half my age who steal money, medicine and food for refugees in need, whose entire movement is about the right to stay and keep borders open, and who got themselves some super soldier serum.
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And they called it the Blip.
It's the kinda joke someone makes to a room full of crickets, just a dry, awkward cough somewhere in the corner as the only reaction before the comedian has to shamefully shuffle off stage. ]
Damn close. John Walker. Blonde, blue-eyed poster boy from Georgia. Former Captain of the 75th Rangers Regiment. Three Medals of Honor for his service in Afghanistan.
[ Sam looks almost unbothered, but there's a certain hardness to his gaze, a subtle tightening in his jaw. It's likely not surprising to anyone who knows Sam's own service history, dedicating two combat tours in Afghanistan to saving people alongside other PJs. You don't see any accolades pinned on his chest, of course. ]
And nah, no ties to anyone. Walked on stage for his press junkets talking 'bout how he considers Steve his brother, though. You can imagine how that sat with Barnes.
[ And how did it sit with Sam? He doesn't mention. Probably doesn't have to, either. He's not ashamed of the fact that he stared at the TV announcement with his eyes full of tears, centuries of history pressing the air out of his lungs. Insult atop injury atop insult atop injury, and a much more personal grief mingled in between. ]
So day after I put the shield in a museum so people can remember Steve's legacy kindly, they introduce the new Captain America with his custom uniform. Day after, we got press tours and posters hanging all over the damn place.
[ Not things that could have happened overnight. Things that had to have been in the works since well before Sam made the choice to put the shield to rest. And Sam leaves no room for the sting he still feels over it all, the pain that threatens to bubble right back up, just soldiers on. ]
Now, world's in chaos right now and nobody with their ass in a government seat considers it their business to help. For five years, you had people free to cross borders and seek different opportunities than they ever been afforded. Then billions appear out of thin air again, and we don't got enough space and resources at hand. Naturally, plenty people wanna shuffle things back the way they were before. So now we got politicians deciding to force people into over crowded refugee camps at gunpoint, and looming deportations all over the place. I got intel on a group calling themselves Flagsmashers, and my contact tells me their leader hits harder than they should. Barnes invites himself along on my op, and Walker and his sidekick roll up, too. Hacked into my government property gear to track us. As you do. And what we find is a buncha kids half my age who steal money, medicine and food for refugees in need, whose entire movement is about the right to stay and keep borders open, and who got themselves some super soldier serum.