Eventually he always ends up at the beginning.
The starting line stretches out in front of him, appearing colorful and vast and endless.
But he knows better by now.
Steve Rogers settles into this life. He loves the girl he's supposed to love, feels the pain of the past he is given.
And, depending on the story's pace, he moves forward.
Sometimes he breaks into a run, sweat streaming down his reddened cheeks. Other times he strolls along, whistling quietly, as the story sets itself up.
Steve has laughed, sobbed, and fallen painfully in love a million times.
But when his story ends, either with death or a The End, what then?
When he crosses the finish line and steps back into the plotless void of gray, what then?
He returns to the starting line. Without a life. Without memories of all the sad and amazing things he'd been through.
And Steve Rogers waits for someone to write his next story.