Private
I cannot tell you how much it thoroughly annoyed me, how much I liked Steve the second I met him. I was expecting him to be so different; the guy from the trading cards and the propaganda movies, but when we met, he was just a guy. Wore his pants a little too high and his hair a little too neat. Needed me to take him shopping, badly. But he trusted me from the beginning - about big things, too, when we had really only just met, and it blew my mind a little bit. And he's funnier than people give him credit for.
Ugh. I hate it when I get sentimental about Rogers.
You were - well, you were home. Your wife was pregnant with your third; a boy. And, uh, you took me aside after....you know, one of the big world-rattling things we had to get on top of every now and then. Told me it was your last one, and you were done, and you were hanging it up. You came off the bench one more time, briefly, but other than that. You wanted to be with them. You were ready.
I think you were upset with me, sometimes. I used to come and visit more often when we'd have breaks, the kids - they called me Auntie Nat. I loved them. I really did, not even just because they were yours, I swear. After you hung it up, though, it was harder for me. I made a lot of excuses. I worked a lot. And then Steve and I and a few other people had to go on the run anyway, so that was that.