Who: James Rogers What: Visiting a museum Where: NYC in James' timeline When: Retro!...at least for James. Mid to late 21st century
Things were finally calming down. Enough to where humanity could start rebuilding. And they had. Cities from all over were building themselves back up. Coast City, Gotham, Metropolis, New York, London, Tokyo... Everyone was celebrating the fact that they were now at peace and didn't have to live in fear anymore.
James Rogers slowly made his way into the building before him, his hands shoved into his pockets as he walked. He made no effort to hide his face or who he was because the people that came here didn't want to see him. They wanted to see the original heroes. Not the new ones of today. And he didn't blame them. He wanted to see them too. To remind himself of where he came from and the legacy he had. Oh he knew he was never going to be either of his parents but that was fine. He wasn't them. He was his own person and it was up to him to forge his own path as a hero in the world.
Rounding the corner to enter the Hall of Heroes, James looked up at some of the statues that were there to greet people. Superman was there of course as was his father, Captain America. A small smile formed on his face as he stared up at the statue. It wasn't the same thing as having his father be there physically but it was still nice to see. His gaze swept along the more famous heroes that had been put into statue form before he moved on.
James soon came upon the section devoted to his father and he took his time browsing everything, from vehicles driven by his father to his war record, there was even a small display about Steve's best friend Bucky Barnes. But the big draw of course was the shield. James moved over to it and stared at it. It wasn't the original shield. No, that one was safely locked away. But even if people knew they didn't seem to care. Real or not, the shield was a symbol. It was why James kept using his energy gauntlet. It was a perfect energy form version of his father's shield.
Eventually though James pulled himself away and continued through, looking over some of the others in the hall until he reached his next destination. The section was far smaller than Captain America's. If James had to guess it was probably the smallest in the wing. But the Black Widow, in spite of her past, had proven herself a hero and thus her being included. Not that people knew much about her. Still, there was a picture from her SHIELD file that they had blown up and James stared up at his mother. He wished desperately he could know more about her. More than what the meager display offered. James moved over to where some of Natasha's history was and stared at the words even though he already had them memorized. Birthdate unknown. Hometown unknown. Defected to join SHIELD. Fell in love with Steve Rogers and bore a son.
James though knew a bit more to his mother's past thanks to being her son and listening to stories but he rather liked keeping Natasha's legacy mysterious. The same was true with his father. People didn't need to know everything. They just wanted to know the good bits, the heroic bits that would inspire them.
Glancing down at his watch, James realized he needed to get going so he wouldn't be late for his patrol. He looked at the one picture of Natasha and Steve together and he smiled. "Bye Mom, Dad. I'll be back." He turned and headed out, some of the people nearby who had heard staring at him in shock as recognition dawned on them of who he was.