Steve sat, staring at the exhibit. Again.
He knew he should leave, should stop coming here so often. But he didn't know where else to go. The attack of the Chitauri had made for a break in the monotonous buzz that the future seemed to be full of, but battle didn't keep the memories away for long. Fights didn't last forever, and every lull in adrenaline bought the memories back again, reliable as the tide each day.
If he wanted, he could probably visit graves. But stone slabs would do nothing, at least the colour photos and short snippets of film reel held some life. Gravestones could never tell him much of Dumdum's future, aside this death date, and the flowers across Gabe's well kept patch of grass couldn't tell him what other great things he went on to do. The text across these walls could. And Steve tried to get lost in them, tried to see how he'd fit in in the lives his team mates went on to lead, but never quite managing.
There was one person it didn't mention. However painful it was to see Bucky and Peggy on those walls, last moments and achievements, there was nothing on her. Grace, the chorus girl he'd grown close to on all those tours, the girl he'd-
Well. He never got to say goodbye to her, never found much trace of her at all. The chorus line of his ridiculous show was never mentioned, her face not even in the background of the pictures on display. No one but him would notice the absence, but her absence was one of the starkest of all.
April 12th, 2016 at 07:28pm