i don’t know where you got your info from but THIS should clear everything up.
"steve rogers is so boring"
"captain america is only interesting when he’s a prick"
"captain america doesn’t even have any powers why is he on the avengers"
i need to stop buying shoes
Blame this and my own propensity for loving fluff. Under the cut again because it ended up being longer than I expected.
Chris had been a freckly kid since he was young. Arms, back, shoulders and cheeks had been full of constantly changing, connect-the-dots, light brown freckles. His mother had tickled him and made constellations out of them and it had made him laugh and laugh and laugh when he was a toddler, and it was one of those things that had made him, well, him. Blue eyes, golden hair and freckly skin. They tended to fade during the winter, only to come back full force during the baseball season as Chris spent hours and hours under the sun. As he grew older, though, in between the freckles and the glasses and the acne on his face he had felt the need to cover himself up, especially the mole on his side. Most of them had ended up fading as Chris spent his time inside, nose stuck in a book instead of outside in the field, and Chris couldn’t have felt more glad about this.
There was a spot inside his right wrist that had never faded, however. He had had it there since he could remember. Light brown in color, it had always stood out against his tanned skin and strangely enough, it looked vaguely like a ‘Z’. As a kid he’d always been rubbing his fingers against the birthmark, tracing over it’s unusual shape, and as he grew it was something he continued to do, as it was a gesture that made him feel comforted, somehow.
He knew some people had these marks, but he’d never seen one that so clearly resembled a letter like his did. He’d thought it’d disappear over time, like Katie’s had, but instead of the barely-there marks his classmates had on the inside of their right wrists, his remained stubbornly dark. Others looked at his mark curiously, trying to touch, but when they tried to do so Chris felt chilled to the bone. He took to covering the mark with a thick leather band during the day and only uncovering when he was around people that knew better than to try and touch it.