August 13th, 2007
I went to Cap's grave today. I didn't want anymore bad guys to fight, I didn't want anymore crazy people to look for, I just wanted to be alone.
They did a real nice job with it--he's honored and he'll be remembered forever.
I literally sat there and cried. It was hard, because with the tears I couldn't see clearly out of my mask. I talked to him, tired to help myself pull it together. I've been holding it in a lot, you know? But not a day goes by that I don't miss him.
But I wasn't alone.
My spider-sense hadn't warned me of anybody else there, but there she was; a lovely, young redheaded girl carrying a bunch of flowers. Her bright green eyes matched her emerald dress, and she walked slowly but surely towards me and the grave.
She didn't acknowledge me until she had placed the flowers down, a tear running down her face.
"He taught us what America was all about," she said. "He's America's Fallen Son."
She sat beside me on the bench, and neither of us looked at one another. We just stared at the grave of America's greatest hero.
"It's so hard to say goodbye. Because then it's like he's really gone." I said.
"He'll never be gone, tiger. His memory will live on as long as there are Americans. Remembering him isn't a bad thing. Talking about him isn't a bad thing. But forgetting him--that's the worst thing you could do."
"I'll never forget him."
"I know. No one will."
After this I went back home, grabbed the card and called Troy--SAFE's counselor. The shrink I had refused to speak with...until now.
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There's always a shoulder to cry on, tiger.
--Mary Jane
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I've been going a lot too. It's hard to deal with people passing on, but for someone like Cap it's nearly impossible. He was loved, respected, and admired.
--Mr. Fantastic
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Captain America and I were very close. It didn't matter what was going on, he was always respectful towards me and treated me like family, as he did to most of his friends. He found the good in people, and he saw the good in you.
--Jarvis