"The sun will shine on us again, brother," you said, and I dared to believe you, like the fool you always took me for. I'll admit I wore the compliment well for those first few days, waiting for a change, when deep down I knew none would be coming. They tried to talk me down, Black Widow mostly, since Captain America is as much a fool as I am, whenever I stood by a window, contemplating a sunrise in hopes you would materialize in front of me and salute us with a sneer.
The sun came. You didn't.