[Steve never knew his father, but he can't deny that he would have liked for him to be like Erskine. Maybe that's why it hurts so much, or maybe it's something else. Maybe it's just that the man was kind to him, that he was trying to put the world to rights, that he'd had a tough time of things, too.

Either way, Letty's not wrong. Steve has a lot of reasons to be here, and they're all mistakes he's made. He's not here to ask the Admiral to fix them, but he is here to figure out how to do it, himself.

At the question, he nods.] He was killed about twenty seconds after it worked. I was still trying to figure out why the world had so much goddamn color and sound and air in it.

[And he blames himself for not adapting faster. A hand thrown out as that gun came up, a shove out of the way... The assassin had still died, but it hadn't felt like enough.]

He was a good man. He gave me something no one else could. I owe him a lot, and this is not me shirking that. I owe the people here a lot, too.