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ifwebeworthyDon had been a little surprised upon exiting his portal to find that only a few months had passed in his home reality since his little encounter with Tony Stark in the New York State Board of Education headquarters. That probably explained a few things about how long it had taken for his paperwork to come through, but he wasn't really thinking about that right now. He was more concerned with how the discrepancy meant that here, at least, it was not July fourth.
Well. He'd come all this way.
He ambled along the paths, occasionally reminding himself not to start whistling "Yankee Doodle Dandy" out of respect for the other mourners present, until he reached the section dedicated to World War II veterans and a large statue of Captain America brandishing his shield.
"Oh," Don said. "He'd hate that."
Indeed, Thor agreed. It is no surprise that they like him better dead than alive. Now they could project whatever bullshit they thought Steve would have thought onto him, with no chance of being rebutted. Don was sure there were people already arguing that actually, Captain America would have come around and supported the SHRA if he hadn't, y'know, died fighting tooth and nail against it.
"Happy birthday, Steve," Don said quietly. "I know you didn't remember me, and apparently it's not your birthday today, but...happy birthday anyway." He stood there for a while with Thor's ghost, and their ghosts, until his leg decided that if he didn't move again soon it was going to throw a fit. As he ambled back to the entrance, he allowed himself to hum a few bars of "You're a Grand Old Flag" under his breath while he looked up where one went to get a burger around here on his phone. Even if the universe didn't consider it the Fourth, it was in Don's heart, and that called for cheeseburgers.
(NFB/NFI due to distance!)
Well. He'd come all this way.
He ambled along the paths, occasionally reminding himself not to start whistling "Yankee Doodle Dandy" out of respect for the other mourners present, until he reached the section dedicated to World War II veterans and a large statue of Captain America brandishing his shield.
"Oh," Don said. "He'd hate that."
Indeed, Thor agreed. It is no surprise that they like him better dead than alive. Now they could project whatever bullshit they thought Steve would have thought onto him, with no chance of being rebutted. Don was sure there were people already arguing that actually, Captain America would have come around and supported the SHRA if he hadn't, y'know, died fighting tooth and nail against it.
"Happy birthday, Steve," Don said quietly. "I know you didn't remember me, and apparently it's not your birthday today, but...happy birthday anyway." He stood there for a while with Thor's ghost, and their ghosts, until his leg decided that if he didn't move again soon it was going to throw a fit. As he ambled back to the entrance, he allowed himself to hum a few bars of "You're a Grand Old Flag" under his breath while he looked up where one went to get a burger around here on his phone. Even if the universe didn't consider it the Fourth, it was in Don's heart, and that called for cheeseburgers.
(NFB/NFI due to distance!)
