Author's Note: Be proud of me! I'm writing all sorts of things this weekend! Anywho, read, review, and enjoy!

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Steve smiled happily down at the children in front of him. Ever since the Avengers had gotten Nelson and Murdock to represent them, they had been doing more PR activities. Despite being blind and just a civilian, Matt Murdock was exceptionally vicious and had no qualms about telling someone to get off their butts and do something.

This was one of those things that Murdock had told Steve to get off his butt and do, so he'd done it. He definitely wasn't regretting it.

There was a huge group of kids from a Brooklyn orphanage who were taking a field trip to a huge hill that was perfect for sledding. The hill was always covered in soft, plush snow in the winter, with nothing but flat land surrounding it, so there was no worry about running into fences or trees or running out into the road.

Steve remembered playing on this hill as a kid. He and Bucky had played King of Mountain there when they were younger. Well, Bucky had played, and Steve had just stayed behind Bucky, occasionally shoving someone else off who'd gotten distracted by Bucky's victorious shouts. He remembered drinking hot cider with Bucky when Bucky came back from sledding on it. Steve had always been too sickly as a child to really play on the hill during the winter, instead living vicariously through Bucky's words on the subject and the pictures he'd draw of the hill and the kids flying off it.

Now, it was decades in the future and he was watching other kids who came from the same kind of sad past that he came from playing around in the snow of his home town on a hill he'd played on. It was nostalgic in a surprisingly good way. Nostalgic in a way he hadn't felt before, something bitter tinging the edges of his mind, but the bitterness taken over by overwhelming pride in the world he lived in today.

There were kids here today who would have been far too sickly to ever play out in the snow when Steve was a kid, but here they were, laughing and following their other friends. One of the workers at the orphanage had fondly told Steve about little Billy, who'd kicked his cancer almost a year ago and was now sledding down the hill and whooping loudly. Sure, he had to stop sledding for a little bit afterwards to get his breath back, but back in Steve's day, he wouldn't have made it past the cancer.

Beaming, Steve walked over to a group of kids who were arguing about who would get out of the huge sled and stay behind to push it. One little girl turned to face him, smile lighting up her thin face, but Steve put a finger to his lips, warning her to be quiet. She gave him an exaggerated nod, staring curiously at what he was doing.

Counting down on his fingers, he reached zero and then shoved the sled over the edge of the hill with all his strength. The kids screamed, some with joy and some with legitimate fear. The little girl who'd seen him coming was laughing all the way down the hillside, laughing about how awesome Captain America was. Steve felt something warm curl in his chest.

Then there were a bunch of little kids tugging at the loops and pockets of his suit, pulling him this way and that, asking him to push their sleds like he pushed the other kids' sled. He laughed and followed each group obligingly, pushing sled after sled down the mountain and laughing as the children screaming in happiness.

About an hour later, one bright-eyed little boy tugged on Steve's hand, pulling it until Steve turned to him with a smile. Steve recognized the boy at the mute member of the orphanage and made sure to sign a 'hello' to the boy. The boy grinned and signed back, 'You should go sledding too.' Steve shook his head with a sad smile and told the boy that he didn't have a sled.

But the kids were insistent now, determined that Steve join them on a sled ride, but he genuinely didn't have a sled and wasn't entirely trusting of how the sleds the little kids had would handle his weight. He tried to explain this to the kids, but they didn't understand. One of them looked close to tears.

Desperately, Steve tried to find something he could use as a sled. Something, anything that he thought could hold his weight. Whoa, wait a second. He had an idea!

Motioning that the kids should move back a little bit, Steve pulled out his shield and swung it around. Flipping it in the air (for the sole purpose of entertaining the kids), Steve caught it and settled it under him. Smiling at the cheering kids, he motioned to the back of his sled. Who was going to push him?

What followed was more vicious than any King of the Mountain game Steve had ever participated in. Apparently, the little kids really wanted to push Steve down the hill. He wasn't sure how he felt about that.

Then, all of a sudden, there were about eight kids crawling onto his lap and wrapping themselves around his neck and squeezing onto the shield with him.

And then one of the orphanage workers was shoving the make-shift sled full of people down the hill and Steve was honestly just trying to keep himself and the kids alive. It was definitely fun, and he totally enjoyed it, but the struggle of trying to keep all the kids from being sent flying off into the snow was quite the challenge.

He managed it, though, and they were all laughing when they reached the bottom of the hill, breathless and covered in snow and settling onto the ground in inelegant heaps.

Steve was just brushing the snow out of one of the boys' hair when he saw Natasha smirking at him from her car, Clint crowing with laughter next to her. Fantastic.

Author's Note: Here's another one! Remember, I'm open to ideas!