Disclaimer: I do not own The Avengers, Captain America, Iron Man or Thor
A/N: This is based off movies, not the comics. Any coincidental comic facts are by accident. This is not intended to be considered canon in any way, shape, or form. It was written because I had way to much on my mind. Just enjoy it for being a story. It says move/comic crossover because Iron Man is not listed as a movie (God only knows why) NOT BECAUSE THIS HAS ANYTHING TO DO WITH THE COMIC.
Steve Rogers is dead.
And no one else knows it.
It's been almost seventy years since he'd crashed Schmidt's plane to save the planet. He shouldn't be alive. The first few days after waking up, he tries. He really does. Too many people look at him and say Captain America before Captain Rogers and it's a reminder.
It's a hard thing to face, learning that you were the hero of two generations. People you knew, people you cared about, and admired, they were gone. Forgotten.
Steve doesn't want to admit he is alive, because then Bucky and Betty, and Stark aren't there to be his friends. The Howling Commandos won't be watching his back while challenging each other to greater feats of idiocy designed to push the Colonel to the verge of a heart attack.
In the end, lost, alone, Steve asks to go to church. He's never felt particularly religious. Never claimed to be a God fearing man, but it seemed that a church was the best place to say good bye.
Steve Rogers is dead because Captain America lived.