Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel or anything made by them. Inspired by Danrilor
Perception
When you look at me, do you really see me? Do you see who I really am? No. You see what you want to see, and what they want you to see. I despise killing, I really do, but do you realize how many bodies I've cause to be put into the ground? Can you fathom of how many people will not see the light of day because of me?
This thing I carry, do you understand how much blood has been spilled on it? You probably just thought it was part of the color scheme. You only see it as a symbol of a hero. I see it as a symbol of my imprisonment because I will never escape. I sealed my fate so long ago.
I have nothing left. Everything I knew is gone, along with everything I was. All I have now is me, which is sad because I'm not sure of who I am anymore. But I'll keep moving, because it's all I can do. I fight for a dream I can't even be apart of. Steve Rogers has been long dead; all that's left is the Captain.