A/N: I'm a big fan of the JSA and an even bigger fan of Sanderson Hawkins. I don't see him enough anywhere. I'm not very familiar with Avengers or Marvel. And what little I know is from the random ambiguous comics I have read. So I will be mostly using the characters and story line depicted in the movies. Please forgive any misinformation or complete BS that I happen to spew in this little get together. And feel free to correct me. Just thought it would be cool if these two heroes did a team-up.
On a side note: I'm terrible at writing relationship, romance, what have you. So don't expect to see that here. Just assume everyone is single and they're married to their work.
Disclaimer: I do not own the JSA, Avengers, the characters, or the universe it's set in. That right is reserved for its creators, DC Comics and Marvel Comics.
Rated T for language, violence, and possible depictions of unsavory things.
(slight update for minor errors)
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"The most fatal thing a man can do is try to stand alone."
― Carson McCullers, The Heart is a Lonely Hunter
Men Of The Past
Sanderson Hawkins was a man who lived by a very staunch and strict moral code. One born from his era and cemented through the highest standing of his peers. Precision, appearance, courteous, and loyalty. Only a few aspects he was taught to uphold within himself. To be the above all example to young men everywhere. He could never truly express his thanks to Wesley. His mentor made him into the man he is today. And Sanderson; though he says in so few words, is proud of who he is, proud of the era that molded him, and most of all proud of the legacy he carries. For who better to be the next Sandman, than Sandy the Golden Boy.
That being said, 2013 is a hell of a lot different than the 1940s.
Though the world had vastly changed from when he was a boy, integration was not as difficulty as he first thought it would be. Still, he felt out of place. Even after reforming the JSA and rejoining old heroes of his youth; Alan Scott, Jay Garret, Ted Grant, and Hippolyta, there was a gap between them and still seen as "boy" in their eyes. Yet he felt at ease with the older members, the original Mystery Men, then he did with any of the new heroes today. The brownstone was becoming more than the HQ of the JSA, more than a testament of a rich past and monument of his uncle. It was truly starting to feel like home. But like all things, nothing good ever lasts. A lesson Sanderson had learned far too many times.
Steve Rogers is a man out of time. Ever since he emerged from his frozen casket, he has struggled to grasp the changes of his life, his country and the world he thought he knew. Though he does not mean to, he can't help but fight against it. Because he never left that war.
The world has changed. From the discovery of super humans, inhumans, the X-gene, and Asgard. New marvels born from the minds of Tony Stark, Reed Richards, Bruce Banner and more. All titans of an era he was never meant to be a part of. Steve loathes admitting it, but he longs for that simpler time. To trudge through the trenches with his brothers; goal so plainly seen to him amidst a grey backdrop, there was no question to where he stood and where he was headed. He misses the war, it was the last memory he had. The closest thing he has to home.