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The Rotunda, National Archives Building, 700 Pennsylvania Avenue, District of Columbia, June 21, 2012

+1 Day After Jenn Delivers Her 'Argument' To The Supreme Court

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Captain Steven Grant Rogers (US Army, CPT, ret.) was in an opulent room known as 'the Rotunda for the Charters of Freedom' in the National Archives Building, a room that was made of marble, hosted a pair of very large classically-done paintings, and held specially-sealed, very well-protected documents that were the very basis of America. At the head of the circular room dominated by a standing slab of green marble flanked by green marble pillars laid three documents that were held in hermetically-sealed containers that were the very cornerstone of the American government, its foundation from the the day they were ratified to today. He found himself walking towards those documents to see Jessica Miriam Drew staring at the three documents known as the Declaration of Independence, the United States Constitution, and the Bill of Rights. The young woman had been standing there for approximately ten minutes or so, having said something to her mother, Jennifer Walters, that she needed a minute or so alone. That had been approximately ten minutes or so ago. Jennifer and the other girls, Sarah and Elizabeth Drew as well as Kamala Khan, were waiting patiently by the door leading away from the Rotunda while Steve elected to see if everything was well. He approached Jessica, standing by her side and seeing that she was looking at the centerpiece of the room, the US Constitution.

"Can… I ask you a little bit of a personal question?" Jessica asked while looking at the massively-framed parchment, encased in what was described the the Rotunda curator as bulletproof glass, a portable hermetically-sealed container, and guarded judiciously by armed men and school children on field trips. The nineteen-year old woman was looking at the central document, Steve noted. "Something about before?" No doubt Jenn told her daughters to be mindful to him and not ask questions related to actions and events during World War II; it was generally frowned upon these days for a normal civilian to ask a veteran about war-related activities, citing reasons such as Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (what he knew as Shell Shock) and mental health. When he was a child, it was considered a point of pride to ask a man who had been 'Over There' about their service in Europe during the Great War, yet Steve remembered seeing men of pride and honor holding back on memories too painful to share.

"Of course." The Captain replied, looking to the woman that was nearly a fifth his calender age, though technically he was physically only six years older at the same time as Jessica. His life was strangely like that now.

"I've heard the stories and legends about your reasons for joining the Army back in World War II," the young woman began, her eyes still on the brass-framed documents, "what people say were your reasons, at least." Steve tried not to think of the little 'incident' at the Howling Commando Exhibit in the Smithsonian Institute when he had begun unintentionally discrediting an 'expert' on the elite unit he had handpicked from the survivors of his liberation of a HYDRA Prisoner Of War Camp, finding that the fact had been fairly embellished over the decades since the Valkyrie had gone down in the Arctic Ocean. The kids had been rather amused at that, a 'living legend' arguing against his own legend. "I know that joining during that time was a big deal, and that you were denied half-a-dozen times due to your… original stature." That was a nice way of saying that he had been a five-foot-three, ninety-five pound asthmatic kid from Brooklyn with a propensity into getting into losing battles. He had been '4F'ed' multiple times trying to enlist; that the Exhibit had gotten right, at least. "But what was your reason? Not the public one, not the acknowledged one. The one that had you stand in that line after a few times of not making the cut, knowing that it was likely going to happen again?"

Huh. No one one had ever asked him that before. Bucky and Peggy… they had been the only ones that had known.

"You know that Hitler's rise to power wasn't all of a sudden, right?" Rogers asked, seeing the young woman nodding. "I think he was imprisoned for a coup attempt before, but he became a Chancellor to Germany in the early-30's… and there were questions and concerns." Jessica was looking at him instead of the framed documents. "It wasn't obvious or apparent at first, but the words were there. By the time Czechoslovakia happened… you know of that, right?"

"Peace in our time." The young woman replied, getting Steve to nod at the words delivered by Prime Minister Neville Chamberlain in 1938 in a bid to stave war. It had lasted less than a year before the Invasion of Poland in September of 1939.

"I wouldn't say war was inevitable, but I would say that everyone was working too hard to avoid another Great War that we ended up with one." The Super Soldier replied. "There were those who called out what Hitler was, a threat and a menace, but they were cried out as warmongers. What would have happened if we had listened a little better? Been a little more proactive? Made things more difficult for Hitler? All it would have taken was a few more Germans of another party to refuse to ratify decisions that gave the National Socialists more power, perhaps more foreign pressure to make Germany more cautious, less assured." Steve shook his head at the more-recent memories of those times, where so few could claim to having a living memory of such. "Jewish people were fleeing Germany and Austria in droves and we sat around and did nothing. I… hated that feeling. That powerlessness where good men and women were persecuted and punished for no real good reason, but unable to do anything. While I wanted to say I did my part in the war effort, I think a big part of it was that we just stood by and let it happen, distracted by things that seemed more important at the time, but now?" Steve snorted softly as he thought about those times. "Now I'm the only one that remembers them, and later generations look back and ask 'what the hell were you thinking?'. It's… not a feeling that I like having, knowing that something could have been done, but assuming I was too small to do anything about it."

"You know, that's really good wisdom right there." Jessica mused, looking back to the documents before them. "I was trying to imagine them," the young woman pointed to the three sealed documents that were the basis of America, "going up against the British Empire. They saw what was wrong to them and they made a common cause together despite that some of them despised one another. I was trying to imagine… that resolve. To stand up to something so powerful, to look it in the eye and say 'no, not one more step'. Just like New York. Just like Mom." Steve saw Jessica look at the documents for a moment before looking to him. "I… got a job offer for one of the government agencies."

"I heard." Jenn had taken a step back and let her oldest daughter make up her mind on her own terms, there to support her and answer her questions, but otherwise steering clear of any kind of influence. Walters had wanted Jessica to come to her own decision, the one that would best fit her without pressure or expectation. He had to admit that Jennifer was certainly something. She reminded him a lot of Peggy; a woman standing tall amongst others in times of adversity and dismissal. That a normal human woman and a lawyer had come up from nowhere to now shaking the very pillars of the Earth just showed what she was capable of with her own intelligence and drive was amazing. That was one of the reasons he had voted for her to being his boss; her views and her will were something that he respected. Now he was looking at her daughter, the young woman Jenn had taken under her wing when she was a little girl in a bad situation, given an offer to become something more, a rather important opportunity as he understood it once someone told him what the Central Intelligence Agency was and what they did.

"I… wanted to make the right decision, one that I could live with for years to come even if it didn't turn out what I wanted it to be or didn't end up the way I thought it might be." The oldest Drew girl said, holding herself slightly. "It's a really big leap that I never expected, but I wanted to be… comfortable with what I was going to do, to look back and say that I made the right choice for myself with as much information as I could get to making that decision. I certainly didn't want to jump into something with delusions or apprehensions."

"That I get." He did; he had felt that way the first time he went into the Army Recruiting Office, the shortest and lightest man in the room. He hadn't jumped at the opportunity; he had made his decision based upon what he knew and what he felt. He wanted to do his part because he couldn't imagine backing down from such an apparent wrong. He had been a born fighter that sadly didn't have the body to match, but that had never stopped him from standing up for what he believed to be the right thing. "I take it you found your reason?"

"Yes, yes I did." Jessica smiled, and he saw that it was true; it was in her green eyes, that resolve. He didn't need to be told what she had decided when it was so obvious. "It's… a big leap."

"I remember something Howard Stark told me once, something from Earnest Hemingway." Steve said to the young woman. "'Only those prepared to go too far will know how far they can go'. Howard was many things, but a patriot was most certainly one of them. He flew missions in planes despite not being Army Air Force, made and tested our weapons before giving them to us, and was always there when we needed him. People might remember me and the Commandos," Steve had been a bit touched that there was an exhibit so that the would could remember his friends for the men that they were, "but there were hundreds if not thousands involved that, without their support, would have made that struggle more difficult. Perhaps even impossible. We all had our parts, great and small. Just like you will."

"Chicken Soup for the Patriot's Soul." Jessica smiled wryly. Steve wasn't really sure what chicken soup had to do with it. Probably another 'modern' reference. "Thank you for listening, Captain Rogers. Sometimes we just need to hear out our decisions to understand our reasonings behind it."

"Well, it was my pleasure, ma'am." The soldier nodded respectfully. That had Jessica snort.

"You know twenty-six year olds don't call nineteen-year old girls 'ma'am', right? We're hardly that far apart in age, just six years and seventy-three." The young woman smirked and gave him a wink. Steve couldn't help himself as he began to laugh.

Jennifer Susan Walters, Esq., (CEO, Avengers) was enjoying a nice June day at the Lincoln Memorial Reflecting Pool where the National Mall was. It wasn't a mall but a long narrow park where a rectangular pool that was in between the Lincoln Memorial and the Washington Monument. Further along was the US Capital Building where Congress was, and further back was the Jefferson Memorial on the Potomac, either side of the Mall bearing even more government buildings that represented the 'government' section of Washington, DC. Many of the buildings were made of marble or stone instead of concrete and re-bar, and the frescoes, friezes, columns, buttresses, designs, statues, and promenades dominated the general motif in a Romanesque fashion, a sort of American Rome of the modern era. Everywhere one looked, one would see architectural wonders from domes to narthecies, a touch of class and regalia to a land where class nobility had been swept away for a more democratic process. Statues and reliefs of prominent Americans were to be found amongst the buildings and lobbies, memorials and monuments to herald America's two-hundred and thirty-six year history.

Captain Steve Rogers, Kamala Khan, Jessica, Sarah, and Elizabeth Drew, as well as herself, had just gotten done visiting the National Vietnam Memorial and its fifty-eight thousand plus names of those who died in that decade-long conflict. Seeing it reminded Jenn of the movie Saving Private Ryan with the scene of old Private Ryan visiting the graveyard in France with its crosses and stars of Americans who had fallen in foreign lands. They had also visited the National WWII Memorial, Jenn telling the Captain that several existed in various states and not to mention the one on the Normandy Beach to represent those who died on June 6, 1944. Seeing many of the memorials and statues of Washington DC made her think of one of the more popular ones, the Marine Corp War Memorial in Arlington, Virgina; most recognized it as the Iwo Jima Flag Memorial, though it was dedicated to all Marines who died in the defense of America.

That did give her the thought of a memorial for New York, though.

After they had lunch at a delicatessen, Sarah had come up with the idea to take Steve Rogers to the Newseum; the interactive news museum that was half-dedicated to the First Amendments' Freedom of Speech and a history of journalism. The World War II Veteran was taking it all in rather well, and Jenn had explained to him that, in a strange sort of way, the girls were giving him the 'welcome home' parade he never gotten following the War's end. Being able to tour about to see the things that he had stood for and fought for, a new generation taking him in and helping ease him into the 21st Century, Steve finally seemed a bit more at ease knowing that everyone was visiting like he was, but that the girls were doing so in a manner that everyone would enjoy, including him.

The Newseum was a success for everyone as the girls had fun with the interactive news room, able to play at being reporters and anchors in the life-like news room complete with cameras and touch screens to show techniques on running broadcasts. Jessica zeroed in on the photojournalism section, no surprises, while Kamala played being an anchor and delivering a report on bipartisan mudslinging in Congress (which cracked up Jennifer to no end) while Libby worked as the cameraman and Sarah did the weather. Steve was all grins watching it happened as they moved onto another section that Jenn hadn't known the Newseum had, a sight that had her heart stop as soon as she saw it.

The Wall.

"Oh my God…" Jennifer Walters found herself standing in front of eight sections of four-foot long by twelve foot tall barriers generally called 'Texas T Barriers' in America, seeing graffiti upon their concrete surface as she immediately recognized it for what it was. The girls were looking at the concrete barrier that loomed over them all as Steve frowned at it. "I had completely forgotten about this."

"What is it?" Libby asked as Jennifer stood before it, seeing the edifice that had once been the very symbol of a world divided. Jessica hadn't even been born when it was finally torn down, an event played throughout the world that signaled the end of a terrible era.

"It's the Berlin Wall." Jenn didn't look at any of the wall-displayed information boards describing it; she didn't need them. Instead, she walked up to the concrete barriers that once surrounded a city, an island of democracy in a sea of communism, the wall that divided West from East. She reached up slowly to touch the surface, feeling the many small pits and imperfections of its manufacture, the spray painted decorations of a people oppressed lashing out at their cruel leaders.

"Once, there were two Germany's; West and East." Jenn began, speaking softly. "Once, this very wall defined the Cold War that gripped the entire world, the visible wall that separated NATO from Warsaw, West and East, Democracy and Communism. People once looked upon this very wall as the symbol of tyranny and oppression, ruled by fear and biodegradation, manned by those who shot first and didn't bother with the questions. How many lives did this Wall consume?" Jenn closed her eyes as she touched the twelve-foot tall concrete barrier, remembering when she saw it come down on the news when she was… nine? It had been the signal of the end of the Cold War, the first of many steps that included the end of the German Democratic Republic and even the fall of the United Soviet Socialist Republic; the death knell of the Warsaw Pact. She remembered the broadcast well, seeing men and women climbing the wall to tear it down, sections crumbling away as West Berliners and East Berliners joined together fully for the first time in nearly thirty years without a vertical concrete moat to stop them.

"What happened?" Rogers asked quietly, though the girls were just as curious. This had been a time when Steve had still been in the Arctic Ocean and none of the girls born yet. Only she knew, only she remembered.

"After World War Two," Jenn began, her hand sliding off the concrete as she looked at the marks made on its surface, "Germany was parceled into four sectors; American, English, French, and Russian. The idea was to reconstruct the nation while avoiding the mistakes of World War One." There had been more to it than that considering there had been Nazi holdouts going into the early-50's as well as the politics of the day. "The American and English Sectors quickly joined together to streamline the effort and badgered the French into doing the same. The French were going to dump the debt of rebuilding France onto the German economy again as if they had forgotten how Hitler came to power in the economically-depressed Wiemar Republic." Which was actually what happened to the Soviet Sector, the USSR occupying what would be known as East Germany and taking a healthy portion of its industrial production, agricultural growth, and tradable goods, practically bankrupting that portion of the country. That led to the Iron Curtain and the Berlin Wall. "Russia was initially interested in consolidation and reunification of Germany," Jenn continued, "but when Old Joe Stalin died in 1953 and Nikita Khrushchev took over as General Secretary, no more talks were held."

"Sounds like a mess." Sarah Drew pointed out.

"I think everyone had their part in it, great and small." Walters replied. "Both Wars did nobody any favors, a great deal was damaged and destroyed, and practically two generations were fleeced of its numbers as a result. The old hatreds and the ghosts of a millennium of war in various states in Europe had as much to do with it as the current thought of the day did. How long did it take for America and England to finally warm up to one another? Almost two centuries and a pair of World Wars before we found ourselves the staunchest of allies facing a Cold War." Honestly, the Cold War had probably rebuilt Germany quicker than any other reason, as well as keeping war out of Europe, strangely enough. With the exception of civil actions and what happened to Yugoslavia, there hadn't been a war in Europe almost seventy years; the longest period of peace the continent of Europe had ever had in centuries, perhaps as far back as the Battle of Hastings in 1066 or even further.

"Lines were drawn, armies were planted, and Germany was a chessboard for the proverbial World War Three that thankfully never happened. The people of that country, though? Both sides of it?" Jenn looked up to the Wall. "Two generations of people born and lived knowing that the first shots fired would have their country turn into the worst battlefield in existence, brigades of tanks and flotilla of bombers ready to destroy the other side at the snap of the fingers. By the time I was born, there had already been several incidences and a great deal of clandestine and covert operations on both sides, a shadow war instead of a physical one." Her gaze went from the Wall to Jessica, who was looking at her. Jessica had finally made her decision about the CIA, telling Jenn. "Men and women fought and died to protect their nations on both sides of that rift while nations armed themselves with increasingly more lethal means. It's… a wonder how we didn't end up with wholesale slaughter as a result. Despite it all," she waved to the Wall, "cooler heads and the negotiation table prevailed instead of outright war, though there were more than a few proxy wars that we could have done without in the long run. I guess we did well; we're still here, after all.

"But I certainly remember the day the Wall came down."

She couldn't remember the date, but she remembered the day. Jenn had sat beside her father as they had watched the news, seeing Germans tearing down a section while a throng of people awaited for the breach to be made, the image transmitted throughout the world. What had been the very symbol of separation had been destroyed as West and East Berliners moved forward to greet one another in a display of grieving joy as countrymen reunited once more, families once torn apart by borders brought back together. Oh, there had been issues and politics that had made the transition difficult, and certainly East Germany hadn't been thrilled with the inclusion of homelessness and unemployment when the German Federal Government took over, making their eastern kin feel as if they had 'lost' as if it had been their fault. Despite the troubles and issues, Germany was a powerhouse in Europe. Yet she remembered the day when two Germanys became one, sitting at her fathers' side as they watched in awe, remembering what her father told her.

This is the most important day of their lives, Sheriff Morris Walters had said, his arm around her shoulders as a nine-year old Jennifer Walters watched on, barely cognizant of the politics of it, only knowing that something important was happening, something that the adults were saying was monumental.

How was the Battle of New York any different?

Jenn looked at the Wall, knowing that millions had done so one day hoping, praying, that that concrete edifice would be brought low. Not all walls were so obvious, yet there were things that men and women hoped and prayed for with equal fervor, rightful or not. There was that saying about those who forgot history were doomed to repeat it, but she saw it in a different light. That Wall represented the lives of everyone involved, oppressed and oppressor. To forget it was a disservice to them all, even those who were seen as the villains of the conflict. Jenn knew that nobody ever woke up saying 'I'm going to do evil today'; everyone had a justification for their actions no matter how heinous the crime. There had been Germans (and Russians) who manned that Wall to keep people from illegally crossing it, likely seeing themselves as doing their duty for their country, to keeping out spies and preventing secrets from being sold to the West. Thing was, they hadn't been wrong in that no matter how one looked at it.

It made her think of the things that she had done for the Avengers, the company she had built in order to protect; both the world and the people who would be protecting it.

Evening had come to the District of Columbia, and the group had finished dinner and went back to their hotel suite for the evening. The girls were all yammering about some new movie that was coming out the next day featuring Colin Farrell, all the while texting on their phones, while Jennifer Walters and Steve Rogers pretended to watch television but really were more talking about more current events and the things Jennifer was working on involving Avengers, Incorporated and some of the things she had in mind. The last think Jenn hand wanted to do was to try and enact counterproductive plans or get involved in a mess that would be too big to handle.

The Non-Profit hadn't even existed for a month and it already had been making waves throughout New York City as well as America. The donation from Asgard at least alleviated the concern for long-term finances, each of the diamonds that Odin Allfather had donated for the purpose of the defense of Midgard each worth close to a million dollars each, and the chest had contained several thousand of them. She was still going to run the Foundation and the charities like she had planned, but at the least Walters had said that she wouldn't have to spend half her time begging for cash. Steve knew that when it came to business, he really didn't have much to say, but he knew that Jenn was using him as a sounding board, making sure that she was doing the right thing by having people listening to her ideas to pick them apart to find flaws or obstacles. Really, Jennifer Walters had a good head on her shoulders and a heart of gold, and the soldier had to admit that they had really gotten lucky with someone of her caliber and intent. The Avengers could have done a lot worse.

"…and I'm getting a phone call." Jenn pulled out her cell phone from one of her suit jacket pockets, Steve still marveling at the fact of handheld communication devices that were so slim and verbose. They seemed to practically do everything, and people were really attached to them. It reminded him of his family's first radio, everyone listening to the news, baseball game, and radio broadcast shows like The Shadow and Doc Savage. Different times, yet same wonder. "Ah! It's Rick." The smile on her face said it all. The lawyer indicated that she was going to step away from the couch that they had been sharing while they talked, and Steve indicated it was fine as she left the main suite and went to one of the bedrooms, the thin device going to her ear as she answered it.

"I still can't believe she's dating Rick Jones." Kamala Khan piped up, only semi-engrossed with her own cell phone, typing away with her thumbs at a speed that Steve knew he would never match. He never did learn how to type, but it seemed everyone had digital typewriters called keyboards and knew how to type at speeds that would have made a typist cry in frustration. "I love his morning show."

"I still remember A-Bomb as a band." Jessica Drew replied with a smile, looking over to Steve as they sat around the suite's round dinner table. "I take it you probably aren't too keen on modern music. I don't see you listening to dubstep or rap."

"I like Bruno Mars." Steve retorted, having gotten a 'playlist' from Doctor Hank Pym when the older gentlemen discovered who he was and decided to help him out with his discoveries of the 21st Century. He had also gotten a list of movies to watch, in which the first one had been Star Wars. Then Star Trek. Now that someone had actually went and landed on the Moon of all things (he'd watched that video certain it was fake), he was actually going to have to give it a shot once someone explained to him what Netflix was. Rogers was still trying to understand that they showed so many movies now when cinemas back when he was a teen were generally a theater or two at best, playing several movies but only at certain times. Now if one missed a movie, one could go to a 'red box' (whatever that was) to get it a few weeks later or watch it on a 'lap top' via some stream… thing utilizing an enter-net. Steve just developed the habit of nodding when people expected it.

"Yeah, I don't think he'll be much of a fan of Eminem." Sarah Drew pointed out to the others, the girls all nodding in understanding. Steve assumed they weren't talking about a candy-coated chocolate. "I mean what did they listen to back then? Classical music? Big band?"

"They had pop music for their time." Jessica replied as if he wasn't sitting some dozen feet away, though he did appreciate that Jessica technically defending him. "But big band, jazz, folk music, and crooners were the thing back then. Probably lots of Frank Sinatra, Bing Crosby, and Ella Fitzgerald." The young woman furrowed her brow. "At least I think so." She was about to say something else when they all heard muted shouting coming from the bedroom Jennifer had entered for some privacy, Steve almost getting off the couch to check to see if everything was fine as the muted shouting continued. He caught himself from going any further, realizing that it would likely be a bad time to do so. Jennifer was likely the kind of person who would face her own battles and would ask for help when needed, which he respected that. He looked over to Jessica, seeing her face sour at some of the words that were bleeding through the closed door. Definitely an argument over a phone. It reminded Steve of his old neighborhood in Greenspoint, Brooklyn, the co-op apartments where the walls weren't thick enough to disguise the noises of a family living next door, above, or below.

"Sounds like its going to be an official breakup." Sarah said as she turned off her phone, every single one of them getting the gist of the removed conversation despite only hearing perhaps a quarter of the words. Hearing the reply of 'I'm not sleeping with my employee' was a pretty good indication on what the conversation had started off with… and who it involved. Damn, Steve felt bad about it. He had nothing but professional courtesy and respect for Jenn, the lawyer reminding him a good deal of Margaret 'Peggy' Carter; an independent woman who rose up to challenges and found ways to solve them personally. He wasn't interested in getting into a relationship anytime soon, not so soon after being recovered and finding out that nearly seventy years had passed and practically everyone he knew was dead.

Thankfully, Jenn had the same thought and never hinted once at anything else, though there were certainly women who had eyed him pretty hard during their time in Washington, DC. There had actually been a rather awkward situation where some woman dressed rather provocatively had decided to openly flirt with him and Jessica came to the rescue, slipping her arm around Steve's and suggesting the woman turn around and leave with her dignity because 'men weren't the only thing widows ate alive'. Shockingly, the woman had taken the hint and fled the scene with some of her dignity intact as fast as her stilettos could carry her. Supposedly, Kamala had 'filmed' it with her phone (they could do that now) and sent it to Natasha Romanoff.

Nat had evidently thought the entire thing hysterical. And supposedly showed it to Tony, too.

Jennifer came out of the bedroom looking somewhere between ready to break something or break down, her face still flushed with anger and the one-sided shouting match she had over her phone. Steve wanted to say something, but he couldn't think of anything for the life of him. Evidently Rick Jones had thought Jenn had taken him down to DC for a vacation that involved more than just taking him to national landmarks with her daughters and Kamala Khan. The lawyer had just spent the past week and a half preparing for the case that would fight the insurance companies for the sake of the people of New York, and had taken all of them down because she wanted to reward herself a little for the time she had spent grueling over the case. None of them had ever been to DC, and Steve had liked the idea of visiting the nation's capital. Having the girls along was nice, people whom he could interact with, have them explain things he didn't understand, and in a way they were becoming a little bit of a surrogate family, too. Family was certainly one thing that Jennifer did right in spades.

"Mom." Libby Drew opened up her arms to indicate hug time, her young face saying it all. Rogers watched on as the lawyer let off a sigh to let the anger die off as she took the offer, her daughters dog-piling her with hugs, and even Kamala joining in to give the woman who had given her the opportunity of a lifetime her sympathy. He watched on and saw something that he missed from what only seemed a few months before, the day when the Commandos took on a mission that involved a train.

If love could be a superpower, then Steve Rogers fully acknowledged that Jennifer Walters possessed it.

Author's Notes: The ideas behind the memorials, museums, displays, and especially the largest remaining portion of the Berlin Wall in the world should all be factually correct. Any error made is my own with my full apologies. I haven't been to DC in two decades, yet what is there is breathtaking.

I could only gloss slightly about the Wall, the rift between West and East Germany, and the politics and issues that occurred for so long. For the Germans who lived within sight of that fucking monstrosity or the Iron Curtain, I can't even begin to imagine.

But I most certainly do remember the day the Wall fell. I sat at my fathers' side and watched on the news when it came down.

I did want to highlight a little on Steve and his lack of modernity. So he uses some 40's references for more modern things, but some words wouldn't make sense to him (like streaming, the internet, or… God, the Rat Pack).

Yes, Rick Jones did accuse Jenn of sleeping with Captain America. It was never meant to be an actual relationship (as Rick was never really more than a minor or supporting character in the comics).