He didn't know why, a habit from his past he guessed, only he can't remember why, he can never remember. His life was full of that now never remembering. Every Time he walked past a dark back alley he could not help but look down. He never saw anything a trash can, maybe some graffiti, or a stray cat, but he always looked, down that alley no matter what.

Till one day he looked down an alley, and heard a broken plea for mercy and he sees a scrawny young boy being beaten to a pulp, He can't help but rush in to help this blond hair, blue eye kid with a Brooklyn accent. After the fight is won He turned to the kid "This isn't war, It's a back alley!" Come on kid let's go.

"Where are we going?" I had him on the ropes The kid stated voice broken and hopeful eyes looking at him with a bruised face.

That was all it took a scrawny boy looking at him like he was his last hope. And his head exploded with memories His sees himself in 1942 rushing in to save a scrawny Brooklyn kid who is always trying start a fight he can't win. He sees his best friend smiling at him While they look down a long and steep zip line, He hears himself "Remember when I made you ride the Cyclone on Conney Island?"

And that voice the voice of his best friend respond. "Yeah, and I threw up?"

He smiles knowing the answer before he asked, "This isn't payback, is it?"

The man Who once was his best friend responded with a grin "Now why would I do that?" he knows that man it's his previous mission. The man who could not kill him. With that the flood gate opens and his mind is over run with memories. Discovering that His best friend was changed forever and was taller he asked "What happened to you?" The answer coming from that unmistakable voice smiling at him "I joined the Army."

He smiles down at the scrawny kid from Brooklyn and can't help but sling his arm around the kids neck and respond, "the future"

And that was where he was going, to start his new life. knowing the truth of why a broken voice down a dark alley could cause him to stop and jump in to fix whatever was broken.

He would stop now any time he herd a broken voice. From the woman crying because her fiance broke up with her. To the lost kid looking for his mom. He stopped to help. He would tell the woman his story of a long lost friend. Who saved the world and was lost because of it. He would pick the kid up and walk around looking for his mom and tell the kid the story of Captain America and that he had been worth more than any captain before the world knew him. He helped people who needed him. He lived his life still looking down dark alleys, and helping those with a broken voice.