Howard held his hands up, a smile on his face as he recognised some of the expressions on his son's face. He had that strange feeling of looking in a mirror for a moment.
"Whoah, hold up, I remember you visiting me back a few years ago, and you showed me a way to get the targeting system working! Between the two of us we could make something that would end this damned war and save a whole lot of people a whole lot of pain!"
And then he stopped.
"Wait, the war, you said they found St.. Captain Rogers seventy years later... what happened with the war?"