Breathing in the summer air, I continued walking through the trees. It was amazing that I was on an island were every square inch is coveted and ridiculously priced, yet couldn't see anything but nature around me. Whoever had the idea of saving Central Park was a genius. I do admit I'm not the most avid nature person, but the fact that a ten minute walk took me straight back to cars that go zero to thirty to zero in less than a minute, concrete, pizza, and living spaces helped me appreciate it a lot more. What tickled me silly is all the signs stating fines for honking. New York is characterized by its honking traffic jams, yet I have not heard any honking here for the last three days. My brain tuned back into what was music was playing in my earphone, and it suddenly struck home-hard and fast. My feet stilled as my lips formed the words to "Superman" by Five for Fighting.

Wish that I could cry Fall upon my knees Find a way to lie, 'Bout a home I'll never see

It might sound absurd, But don't be naive Even heroes have to right to bleed I may be disturbed But won't you conceive Even heroes have to right to dream And it's not easy to be me

During the second part, it was easier to simply see the Superman interpretation of the lyrics instead of layering mine on as well. Taking in my surroundings again, I spotted that the bench I had sketched at the last two days was taken. It was a rather large blonde man who seemed familiar.

I'm not crazy or anything

I laughed a good hard laugh. Perfect timing. Of course this guy wasn't Captain America's actor, Chris whats-his-name. It was surprising I even knew his name was Chris, I wasn't into the actors very much. It kind of detracts from the story experience thinking about how that person was in all these other movies. The non-Captain looked at me as I laughed.

"Sorry, generally I find that song much more touching, but today, with that particular line I needed a laugh." I sat down by a tree next to the empty side of the bench, wrapping my floor length skirt around my legs so I was warm in the shade of the trees. "If I squeal, I either had an idea that made me very happy, or there are ants. Nothing to worry about." I continued my comments to myself, smiling, "I'm not crazy or anything." The man chuckled quietly at my comments. It was good to see a smile. I probably seemed weird singing along to my music and smiling to everyone, but hey, I'm from the south. People are happier and more optimistic there.

Pulling out my sketch pad, I began sketching superman for fun. I noticed the song "Behind these Hazel Eyes" by Kelly Clarkson was playing, and I speculated what superman would be like if he only had normal relationship problems. More boring, but also more real. My mind slightly randomly was reminded of the rendition of superman portrayed in Mega Mind. I mean, superheroes need a break sometimes. Having other outlets other than bad-guy smashing-like Ukelele playing- was perfectly normal. Him not realizing how bad he was, not so realistic. My mind was still hung up on the idea of the guy sitting on the bench looking like Captain America, so unconsciously I whispered to myself, "Captain America would do something like learn the Ukelele, but he would make sure he sounded good. Go to lessons twice a week and everything."

As I whispered, I flipped the page of my pad and sketched Captain America sitting playing an Ukelele near the middle of the page. "Looking good Captain," I told the page as I finished.

"You talking to me?" The man on the bench interrupted my concentration, but I smiled at his curiosity.

"No, just my drawing. See?" I turned the drawing toward him. The pencil lines were light, but he was able to at least get an idea of what I had drawn. His eyebrows raised high. A small part of my mind wondered if he was impressed with my drawing skills, but the larger part of it knew they really weren't that great. "Stark should get an Ukelele too; he probably would even put a pick in his suit." The confused look on the man's face drew all doubt from my mind that this man was not Chris the actor. "You know, Iron Man?" His further confusion caused me confusion. "Where have you been for the last couple years? These are kind of high popularity names." The way he turned away quickly, hiding his face, made me regret my words. "Sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings; I've been a little obsessed for...other reasons. Its not like everyone else drops their lives to watch superhero movies over and over again." My own thoughts went over all that had happened in my own life, and I quickly turned back to my drawing pushing those thoughts far away.

Stark standing in his suit playing his own Ukelele was soon added behind and to the right of Captain. I wanted to draw Bruce next, but I felt he should get his own space to the far left. I noted that he should get a guitar so he could play the blues. First, I needed to get the spacing correct, so I drew a mighty Thor on the couch beside Steve with his hammer on the floor beside him, playing a recorder of some kind. I loved the way my brain worked. Still chuckling to myself, I added Bruce in then tapped my pencil trying to remember the rest of the team. "Of course! How could I forget those two?" Mentally slapping myself, I added Clint in the top left corner above Bruce and Thor playing a harp that consisted of his bow with a couple extra strings. "Sorry bow boy, it is too perfect to pass up." I thought about what I wanted Natasha to do, and went back to my first thought of her singing. She got the right side of the picture singing her heart out. As I stopped to grab my colored pencils from my shoulder bag, I heard a voice.

"Can I see your drawing again?" It was the guy on the bench.

"Sure." I was happy to share the funny scene, I just wondered exactly why he was so curious. Standing up, I sat by him on the bench. "Here." I handed him the pad, wondering what his reaction would be like.

"Is that a star on his chest?" he asked, pointing toward my Captain America.

"Yep." I pulled out my light blue pencil and lightly colored in the top half of Captain's shirt except for the star while my pad was held in the man's hands. Then I swapped pencils putting in the red stripes. "That's a very rush job, but basically what his uniform looks like. Do you recognize him now?"

"Yeah." The man was so quiet, I almost didn't hear him make a sound. "But how do you know what he looks like?" He looked right at me, and the intensity of his question was shown in his eyes. He seemed distressed by the drawing! And then that little voice in the back of my head came back, much louder saying, he looks just like Captain America!

"He's on a bunch of posters." I was confused, for various reasons, and my overactive imagination was going into overdrive. Trying to distract myself, I pulled out my phone and realized my alarm was about to go off. Turning it off, I turned to the man again. "I'm sorry, but I've got to go. I've going to see Wicked." I couldn't keep the ear splitting grin off my face as I gently took the pad from his hand and placed in back in my bag. As I stood up and walked away, I shook my head to clear it from all my wild thoughts. Avengers could be dwelled on later. I was going to Oz.