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Steve Rogers would never, could never change;
He was a punk and he’d always be a punk.
The only thing that was different was his size.
No, he’d always be back alley fisticuffs,
Taking a beating for defending someone
Unable to stand up for themselves.
He’d always be leaping without looking,
Trusting that somehow he’d land on his feet.
(And if he didn’t, that was okay too.)
He’d always be Captain America.
In or out of the uniform, it didn’t matter,
Because his country needed him and he needed his country right back.
He’d always be Freedom and Justice,
And, of course, The Right Thing To Do.
Because he can be a Symbol if people need him to be.
But behind that helmet and shield,
He’s just a dumb kid from Brooklyn.
Under that star spangled armour, he’s still just Steve.
Just Steve.