Having just come from a rather stressful mission, Steve entered his apartment/flat and closed the door behind him. Ensuring that it was locked securely, he flicked on the lights before he ventured further into his home and toward his bedroom area. He slung his bag off from over his shoulders and dumped it onto the floor upon reaching his bedroom, allowing himself to stretch out his arms as he exhaled a barely audible sigh. Depression was something that the super soldier struggled with. He might have the 'perfect' body, so to say, but his mind was far from it, and right now, it was dragging him down.

Raising his hands, he rubbed his hands over his face and decided that he didn't have the motivation to shower - That was something that could wait for the morning. Right now, the Captain was tired and needed to rest. Recharge before he went out and faced the world again. All he wanted to do was curl up and never leave the safety of his bedroom, but he knew that other people needed him, he knew that they were more important and that he shouldn't be so selfish. That was why he put others before him. Always. That was why he saved lives, stood up to bullies. Because at the end of the day, if he could make even one person's life remotely better, he had a reason to continue going on.

Pulling his shirt over his head, he allowed the item of clothing to drop to the floor. He removed his trousers, shoes, socks, until he remained only in his boxers. After brushing his teeth in the small on-suite bathroom that was connected to his room, he climbed into bed and attempted to get some sleep, knowing that his PTSD would affect him. Nightmares were something he faced every other night, if not every night, and he knew that fully well as he faced having to go to sleep every night. Yet every night he faced them, just as he faced the bullies that opposed him.

Why did he continue going? Why did he not just give up?

People needed him. No matter how bad he felt, no matter how down or worthless he felt.. He knew that he had people that cared for him. Peggy, Tony, Natasha, Sam.. Bucky. The Avengers. Hell, even people he didn't know now that he was getting somewhat famous due to the media. He saved lives, he had friends. He'd survived world war II, he'd survived the battle of Manhattan.. And he was sure as hell gonna survive the battle that was going on in his mind.