To say that Steve was having a bad week, or a bad year would be an understatement. He was not even taking into account everything that happened in New York. He was more thinking about recent events, and he was really disillusioned and burned by life at the moment.

He hadn't really given a shit that he was breaking the law. He had busted his way into the Smithsonian, and made his way to his exhibit. He stared up at it. It felt weird to be standing there with his shield. The last time, he had been in disguise.

This time it didn't ease the pain. Everything he thought to be the truth was in fact a lie, and he didn't know what to do with that.

His hearing picked up the slight sound, and he turned quickly, his shield ready.