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Rated: T
It was busy.
Really busy.
'Damn Souta,' Kagome thought miserably as she was bumped rather rudely in the side by a bunch of squealing fan-girls who seemed to be gushing over something she probably didn't care about, 'He really owes me for this.'
What was so great about Captain America anyway?
'I still don't even know what he looks like.' Kagome thought vaguely, taking a few pictures of whatever she thought Souta would find interesting.
She didn't know why people came to the exhibit just to see some old ratty military uniforms and that was saying something since she usually loved history.
Kagome read a few of the profiles, namely those dubbed the 'Howling Commandos' and then seemed to find herself somewhat interested after reading their heroics before moving onto the next profile.
Bucky Barnes.
She had to admit that she felt a little sorry for Captain America after reading about Bucky Barnes' death since she knew what it was like to lose someone special.
'Inuyasha.' Kagome thought mournfully before shaking her head and shoving the thought away. She didn't want to fall into another depression again and so to distract herself, moved onto the next room which was exclusively for Captain America himself.
She snapped a few more pictures and somehow managed to get to his profile past the crowds and was prepared to take one more picture before double-taking at one particular thing.
There was Captain America's picture and profile right in front of her and she shakily lowered her camera to get a closer look. However, it was quite clear who she was really looking at.
'Steve?'
