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Sam had to admit, it was pretty cute. Steve had decided to take some time away from rescuing kittens, defeating aliens, and charming men and women with an aww-shucks smile to help the senior citizens of Brooklyn register to vote.
They set him up with a card table and a stack of Voter Registration forms and pencils and Sam had to say, Steve looked happier with every person he helped to register.
“Usually, we have to go all the way to Town Hall for this.” An elderly man in a worn blue jacket beamed at Steve from across the table.
“Not this year, sir. Take a seat, I can help you fill in the form, if you like.”
He eased herself into the chair across from Steve, but waved off the form Steve tried to hand him.
“I’m already registered to vote. I came because I wanted another picture with you.”
Steve furrowed his brow. “I’m sorry, I don’t remember taking a photo with you before, sir.”
Which was strange, Steve remembered every fan, thanks to his eidetic memory.
“I don’t imagine you would.” He tugged a worn, black-and-white photo from his jacket pocket and held it to Steve. “I saw you on tour, back during the war. Got a picture afterwards and everything.”
Sam leaned over from his place on a nearby armchair (Gladys was kicking his ass in Cribbage). Sure enough there was Steve hoisting a young, dark-haired boy onto his shoulder.
“I’d –of course. Sam, can you-“
Sam already had his phone in hand. “On it.”
*
The photos went viral – the one from the 30s and the one Sam took in 2016 – and before Sam knew it, Tony was organizing a USO revival tour at senior facilities all over the US. Steve was terrible at hiding his excitement.