For bugeyedmonster
a/n: HAD to write this once I saw your review on lj!
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Erin had been dating Sam for a couple of months before she brought him over to her dad's house. He was another art aficionado (though not a thief according to Danny's background check) so it was no surprise that he was evaluating the art on the walls. Nothing out of the ordinary, Erin checked. Mostly landscapes commemorating family events.
Sam had his nose practically touching the glass of a newly framed sketch. Finally, he shook his head and looked at Erin's dad. "Sir, how on earth did you manage to procure a Steven Rogers' original?"
Frank blinked. He looked at the sketch and then back to Sam. "That was drawn by a PTSD soldier in Central Park."
Erin had heard the story. "The man was watching Danny and his family too closely so he called for back-up. Turns out, Roger was just sketching them."
Sam pointed to signature. "That's Captain Rogers."
Erin knew her expression was as blank as her father's. They had read the signature before it had been framed. They had nearly covered it with the matting, but her dad had prevailed. IThe man did good work, his name should show./I
"Captain America!" Sam exclaimed. "He was an artist and I've studied his sketches in the Smithsonian. That's his signature. That's his style."
"But he's dead, right?" Erin asked her father. "Captain America went down with the plane that was intended for New York City."
"SHIELD claims that Captain America is part of the Avengers," Frank reminded her. "He has the shield and all of the patrol officers that interacted with him the day of the attack have attested to his competence in battle."
"It can't be the same man," Erin protested faintly. "That's impossible."
"I am sure that is the same signature as Captain America," Sam declared. Sam's confidence and esoteric knowledge were among the first things that had attracted Erin but right now she wished that he was less sure.
"Dad," Erin said softly. "Maybe we should get the original off the wall and in a safe?"
"I'll think about it," promised Frank. "You have a date."
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