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Steven Grant Rogers had never been one for violence, except for when it came to bullies. He never backed down from a fight when it involved keeping someone from being bullied. If you'd asked anyone growing up, they would have said how much of a nice boy he was.
Even as a kid, he knew exactly what he wanted in life. At a young age, he'd decided that he was going to join the military and help win the war. If he came home, he'd want to marry a nice dame and have a houseful of kids. Growing up without siblings and with only his ma, was a lonely childhood. God bless his ma for putting up with him.
He knew that she tried to be there for him as much as she could but being a single mother wasn't easy. She worked long hours that made her want to drop when she came home. But she was still a good ma, she'd help him with his homework, ask him about his day as she cooked dinner, made sure he had everything that he needed for the next day and would tuck him into bed.
His mother was and always will be the greatest woman that he'd ever known. Though the woman that he met after coming home from the war would be a close second. For awhile after coming home, it'd seemed like he was stuck in this eternal darkness, that was until he'd met his wife to be. Beth was his sunshine, his saving grace. They'd met at the diner that she waitressed for, got to talking and the rest was history.
They got married within three months of dating and a month after being married, they found out that she was pregnant with their first child and two more came after that. Two boys and a girl. Steve was the happiest that he'd ever been. He had a beautiful wife, a good job that paid well, and beautiful children that never failed to bring a smile to his face.
Of course, like all good things, it came to an end. One night while the Rogers family was going to see a film, tragedy struck. 'That Day' as he would always call it. While waiting in line to buy their movie tickets, they were caught up in a mob shooting. His wife and three children were shot and killed. Steve had gotten away with only a shot to the shoulder and chest, that didn't stop him from trying to save his family. Years later and he still didn't know who they were aiming for.
After That Day, things started spiraling out of control. He started drinking, stopped going to work, lost the house that he and his family had lived in and had vicious fits of violence. He didn't understand why everything he loved always got taken away. One day he just snapped. Steve had a valid reason, though. He knew that the family that lived in the apartment next door had problems. Old Steve would have knocked on the door the first time he heard the yelling and sounds of a fist hitting flesh. But the New Steve didn't. That was until he heard the sound of a child crying out. That's what caused him to finally snap. He burst out of his apartment, broke down the door to the apartment next door and saw red when he saw the father standing over a kid that couldn't of been over five with a bruise blossoming on his cheek.
Something inside him broke at that sight. He'd say that he couldn't remember what happened but that was a lie. He remembered every moment. He remembered tackling that piece of shit to the ground and just wailing on him. He remembered the bones crunching, his heart pounding in his ears, the sounds of him pleading for mercy. But why should he show mercy to this ungrateful man when his wife begged so many times for the same things that never happened.
When all that was said and done, his lawyer pleaded insanity and he was sent to a HYDRA instead of prison. Instead of helping him, it dragged him deeper into his madness. But he couldn't say that he minded. He got to be with his children.
Even as a kid, he knew exactly what he wanted in life. At a young age, he'd decided that he was going to join the military and help win the war. If he came home, he'd want to marry a nice dame and have a houseful of kids. Growing up without siblings and with only his ma, was a lonely childhood. God bless his ma for putting up with him.
He knew that she tried to be there for him as much as she could but being a single mother wasn't easy. She worked long hours that made her want to drop when she came home. But she was still a good ma, she'd help him with his homework, ask him about his day as she cooked dinner, made sure he had everything that he needed for the next day and would tuck him into bed.
His mother was and always will be the greatest woman that he'd ever known. Though the woman that he met after coming home from the war would be a close second. For awhile after coming home, it'd seemed like he was stuck in this eternal darkness, that was until he'd met his wife to be. Beth was his sunshine, his saving grace. They'd met at the diner that she waitressed for, got to talking and the rest was history.
They got married within three months of dating and a month after being married, they found out that she was pregnant with their first child and two more came after that. Two boys and a girl. Steve was the happiest that he'd ever been. He had a beautiful wife, a good job that paid well, and beautiful children that never failed to bring a smile to his face.
Of course, like all good things, it came to an end. One night while the Rogers family was going to see a film, tragedy struck. 'That Day' as he would always call it. While waiting in line to buy their movie tickets, they were caught up in a mob shooting. His wife and three children were shot and killed. Steve had gotten away with only a shot to the shoulder and chest, that didn't stop him from trying to save his family. Years later and he still didn't know who they were aiming for.
After That Day, things started spiraling out of control. He started drinking, stopped going to work, lost the house that he and his family had lived in and had vicious fits of violence. He didn't understand why everything he loved always got taken away. One day he just snapped. Steve had a valid reason, though. He knew that the family that lived in the apartment next door had problems. Old Steve would have knocked on the door the first time he heard the yelling and sounds of a fist hitting flesh. But the New Steve didn't. That was until he heard the sound of a child crying out. That's what caused him to finally snap. He burst out of his apartment, broke down the door to the apartment next door and saw red when he saw the father standing over a kid that couldn't of been over five with a bruise blossoming on his cheek.
Something inside him broke at that sight. He'd say that he couldn't remember what happened but that was a lie. He remembered every moment. He remembered tackling that piece of shit to the ground and just wailing on him. He remembered the bones crunching, his heart pounding in his ears, the sounds of him pleading for mercy. But why should he show mercy to this ungrateful man when his wife begged so many times for the same things that never happened.
When all that was said and done, his lawyer pleaded insanity and he was sent to a HYDRA instead of prison. Instead of helping him, it dragged him deeper into his madness. But he couldn't say that he minded. He got to be with his children.