Do people actually like wine or is it a conspiracy formed by society for... Uh. I don't know. Something. Something so diabolical I can't even think of it. I don't buy it.
βZemo.β
Probably the worse time for the Baron to have approached the old soldier.
He was already angry. Already feeling purposeless without a fight to fight. A cause to fight for.
An enemy to defeat.
βYou have something to do with the Red Skull running about?β
And so the fight, a never-ending battle for freedom...
Goes on. And in the heart of the storm,
It's no surprise to see Steve Rogers.
Leading the charge.
Heβs going to take a vacation once heβs done fighting the MRD.
And probably hang up the shield for good. Samβs got this.
Hell. Samβs had it for a while.
Steve just doesnβt have it in him anymore.
Heβs gonna see himself out.
"Not too hungry. Honestly."
"How about you?"
Steve walks with her and looks over at her, noticing she's taken a liking to the outdoor seating. He's going to lead them that way.
βAre you hungry too? There tends to be more than snacks at the bar nowadays,β she explains, eyes darting across the still-lit string lights dangling over the outdoor seating.