Steve Rogers (Captain America)

Setting: Post Captain America Movie

Kagome sighed sadly, a small fond smile as she touched the cold gave stone with pale slim fingers. She was kneeling in front of it, wearing dark blue jeans and a black sweater to block out the light chill in the air. Her hair was pulled to the left side of her neck and trailed down to rest above her flat stomach.

Her normally happy blue eyes were darkened with a light sheet of tears just waiting to fall. Her fingers caressed the words carved into the stone.

'Michael Lennox

Beloved father, husband and friend

Died fighting for what was right'

She pulled her hand away and began digging in her bag pulling out a small bag of incense and an incense holder. She placed the incense in the holder and lit them saying a small prayer for her fallen father. Ignoring the very few curious glances she got.

She knew offering prayers and incense was an odd thing to see in an American grave yard, most offered a few words and flowers, but she was from Japan and she was raised differently. Every year on the anniversary of her father's death she made this trip to visit him. When she was younger her mother would take and her and brother but this year it was just her.

Her father was American and had been stationed in Japan when he had met her mother, holding a stable job at the base, and long story short they fell in love. Of course many Japanese were still sore about Hiroshima so her parents caught a lot of flak for their romance but paid it no mind. They were young and in love. In a year they had been married and she had been conceived. He had been called back to America for something or another and had never come back.

She had been six when it had happened, and the day she was told the news still haunted her nightmares. Ever since then they had come to visit his grave, bring flowers prayers and news of the family. She had met her paternal grandparents just once, and they did not get along. It was sad, but it was life.

She said a small prayer for his peace and then proceeded to tell him of what had happened in the past year, falling down the well, meeting Inu Yasha and the others. The battles they fought, the ones they won, the ones they lost.

Everything.

A few tears rolled down her face as she finished up her tale, telling him of the last battle, the many that were lost in order to defeat Naraku. The wish that was made and her last trip down the well.

Once she was done she stood up, wiping the stray tear she dusted off her jeans and gave the grave stone a watery smile. She clenched her hands around the strap of her green bag and glanced at the graves next to her fathers. They were dirty and unkempt. With a small sigh she grabbed the nearby broom, placed there for such a reason, and began to tidy them up, it was the least she could do.

Everyone buried in the graveyard she was standing in had been a solider and had fought for their beliefs, loved ones and their country. Before long she began to tidy up all the graves that looked like they needed it, time flying by as she did so.

Steve Rogers sighed as he entered the grave yard, a pair of black sunglasses hiding his melancholy eyes. His hands were in the pockets of his dark brown leather jacket, which was over a white and blue plaid button down shirt, as he made his way towards his best friends gave.

His brown loafers crunched the fallen leaves as he walked the almost deserted grave yard. He always came around this time, most people were gone by now and he was able to grieve in peace. Even to this day he blamed himself for his best friend's death. He also blamed himself for the others that followed because he was unable to help his country when it needed him most.

He blinked as his enhanced hearing picked up on a light humming and the sound of a broom sweeping away fallen leaves. He glanced around and paused as he caught sight of a small Asian woman, she was humming lightly as she swept and tided up a grave next to his destination. He wondered if it was the grave of someone she knew. If so he could wait until she left to visit his friend.

He leaned on a tree next to him and waited for her to do her thing. He blinked when she patted the grave stone then moved onto the next one and began tidying it up. He furrowed his brows there was no way she knew the person who laid there he had died years before she had even been born and so with a light grunt he pushed off from the tree and made his way towards her curious as to why she would clean the gave of someone she didn't know.

She knew he was there before he made his way to her, her powers had been fully awaked once the seal on them had been broken and because of that her powers were doubled if not tripled. She still had a hard time reigning them in and now she was left alone to learn how to do so. She paused her sweeping as she felt him approach her, his aura was almost childlike, innocent, and held an air of curiosity around him.

What struck her as odd was that his aura felt so old and carried so much guilt in it. Yet she brushed it aside, it was not her business and if Inu Yasha was there he would tell her to keep her nose out of it unless he wanted it bruised. She let out a sad sigh at that, she still missed him dearly.

"Excuse me miss?" She blinked and flushed lightly when she realized he had come to stop next to her his gaze on the grave before him.

"Yes?" Her grip on the broom tightened a bit as he turned to look at her his eyes hidden by his sunglasses.

"Do you know the man buried here?" He watched as she flushed a bit more and rubbed the back of her head.

"Oh, no. I was here visiting my dad over…" She paused blinking as she realized how far she had strayed from her fathers grave. "Oh wow, I moved pretty far away, my father is buried about six rows that way, by the weeping willow." She pointed in the direction then turned back to the blonde haired male.

"Anyways I was visiting my father, tidying up his grave and paying my respects when I realized some of the other graves could use a bit of care and I guess I got carried away. Sorry." She bowed lightly then stood back up.

He blinked yet smiled. "It's no problem at all I was just wondering you see this grave it's my…grandfathers and I was just curious." He felt bad for lying to her but he was under strict orders to keep everything about himself hush, hush.

She smiled as she leaned lightly on the broom, she knew he told a small fib but it was fine with her. Everyone had their secrets. "I see, well I'm sorry for intruding on your visiting time. I'll be going now." She started walking away but blinked as he grabbed the broom making her pause.

"If you don't mind, would you like to get a cup of coffee later? It's cold out and you were kind enough to clean up his grave..." He trailed off a light blush on his cheeks.

She paused to think it over, she knew there was something off about him, she could just tell, and to be honest it would be nice to talk to someone who was a bit different. Also today was usually a sad lonely day, maybe having some company would do her some good. So with a light nod she smiled.

"Sure that sounds great. I'll wait for you by that tree." She pointed to the one he was leaning against before and he blinked at the coincidence but nodded. "Okay."

With that he watched her walk over to the tree and look up at the cloudy sky. He smiled as he turned to his best friends grave and set a hand on top of it.

"I miss you, you know. Every day. I'm sorry I didn't save you…I know you probably think its not my fault but it was…and I'm sorry. You'll never guess how much has changed…this new world is so different and odd. Sometimes I'm sacred but then I remember I can't be. I'm Captains America…but sometimes I wish I was just plain old Stevie again…anyways. I have to go now, I have a date and this time I don't want to miss it." He smiled at the small joke as he pulled his hand away from the grave stone.

"I'll be back in a week, I promise." With that he made his way over to the young woman and smiled as he offered her his arm, truly one of the last true gentlemen in the world, and began leading her towards the graves entrance exchanging names and a few words. The worlds last two broken heroes finding a companion in the other, maybe one day they could help fix each other. Only time would tell, though time was such a fickle thing.