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Steve has made good use of his time in Milliways, and his drawings are done.

(The two he's giving away are. The third, he's not sure what to do with.)

He's put them into envelopes with thin pieces of cardboard, one addressed to David Posner and the other to Ellen Park. Ellen's envelope has postcards and photographs, too, from the western leg of the USO tour: California beaches, Nevada deserts, Arizona canyons, Utah rock formations, Washington forests. He's even added a few comics of his own--literally, his own, including the first Captain America issue where he socks Hitler on the jaw right on the cover.

And when he stops at the bar to drop them off, what's waiting for him but another parcel from Ellen? Even the partial pages make him smile. He loves seeing how comics are done in other places and times--he's learning so much.

Dear David,

I redid one of my trading cards for you. (Yes, they've made trading cards about me. It's all a bit silly if you ask me, but maybe it can do you some good.) Whenever you feel like it's too much for you, remember: Captain America has faith in you.

Yours,
Steve Rogers

Dear Ellen,

I'm so sorry I missed you! I was so happy to see the new pages and can't wait to look through them.

I managed to get home since the last time we talked and put your package together: more pictures, this time of the western part of the country. We even got down to Mexico for a night! I had something called Abulita for the first time. It's a spicy hot chocolate, very delicious. I aim to try it at the Bar, too.

I've also included some of the Captain America books for your world's archives, if you think they'd take them. The stories are completely made-up, but as I'm constantly reminded, good for morale.

Since you mentioned you'd never seen the ocean, I decided to give it to you my way. You'll see it someday. I'll take you myself, if it comes to that.

Take care of yourself,
Steve Rogers

With the envelopes in Bar's care, Steve orders that cup of abulita and starts looking over the comics Ellen left for him. Time stands still while he's here--he feels no guilt about putting off his return.

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Steve smiles and says, "I like that option."

"But they won't listen to you. And that oath you took when you were inducted means a lot, right?" It was the 40s. Everyone was that square. Even the mobsters, from what Knox has read. "Sounds rotten."

Steve nods. "Orders are orders.

"And it's not bad, the USO tour. War bonds sales get a ten percent bump in every city we visit. My movies and comics increase morale, I'm told. There's even going to be toys of me at Christmas."

"I guess there are worse things you could be doing.

"Ever meet any movie stars?" Who was big back then? Betty Grable, right?

"Just briefly. Clark Gable wanted to have his picture taken with me, that was flattering."

"So no Vivien Leigh or Carole Lombard? Too bad. They're not bad for black and white films.

"Everything's color in my day. Not just Gone with the Wind and Oz." Strange that he remembers those as color. He's no film buff.

"I sat next to Myrna Loy at a party for a few minutes," Steve admits. "I didn't know what to say.

"Color's for kids' movies, mostly."

"After the war, they start doing more and more in color. Though there's going to be this whole period of really dark films in black and white. Gritty mysteries and things like that. But then it all goes bright and cheery. They barely make any black and white now...in my day." Woody Allen did one recently, he thinks. And there was Raging Bull, but that was about boxing, and real red blood would have been gross.

"I suppose color could be more realistic," Steve muses. "Black and white is beautiful, though, when it's done right."

"I guess. I never really though about it. Though I know a little about photos, and sometimes I think we're losing something in the papers by trying to do color.

"Not that pictures really tell the story the same way as the article.

"I'm a reporter," he adds helpfully.

"So you disagree that a picture is worth a thousand words?" Steve says, amused. He's a visual guy, after all.

"Depends on the picture. There will be a few later in the war that are worth a thousand words. But a lot of the time, the picture's the tip of the iceberg. It tells you a lot of the What, but never the Why." He's had this debate plenty of times over the years.

Steve nods, accepting that.

"I like stories, no matter how they're told. I lean toward pictures 'cause that's what I'm good at, but no comic, no matter how well-drawn, can rise above bad writing."

"You ever try your hand at writing? Seeing as how you're living in a comic book a little now?"

"Only letters."

And not many of those.

"It might be worth trying. Even just to give you a different point of view.

"I've dabbled a tiny bit in fiction. But nothing with heroes yet. Truth's more interesting." And it writes itself.

"You can find heroes if you know where to look."

"Yeah, that's always true. But I mean the kind like you. In costumes with powers. Or gadgets if they don't have powers.

"They're sort of a hobby." Or an obsession.

"Oh, I don't have powers," Steve demurs. "I'm just a little stronger and faster than most people.

"What's this about gadgets?"

"That counts as a power. And even if it doesn't, it sounds like you have the costume, right?

"As for gadgets..." Knox smiles as he warms to his favorite topic. "...there's a man in Gotham who has an amazing arsenal. Souped up car. Some kind of leather armor. A belt full of weapons and toys. A gas propelled grappling hook. And even a plane for a little while. He calls himself Batman. And he is really, really good at what he does."

"I have a costume," says Steve, in a tone that says that's all he cares to say about it.

"And what does he do?" Worriedly. It sounds like a formidable enemy, with all that weaponry.

"He fights crime. See, I don't know how Brooklyn is, but Gotham's been a cesspool of corruption for years. Since your time. The cops - the honest ones - were always outmatched. And then he swooped in, and things changed.

"Not that he got rid of crime completely. But he's made it a lot better." And despite his shell of cynicism, Knox has a bit of an air of wonder about the man in the cowl.

"We have the same problem. Organized crime came in when I was a kid and has never really gone away.

"Of course, there's a lot of crime when people are hungry. Not that I want to excuse it. I just understand why."

He hesitates. "This fella sounds like a vigilante, though."

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"Yeah, I guess he is. But he works with the police most of the time. Things were just that bad that we didn't really care that he was outside the law at first.

"And it's sort of standard operating procedure for the heroes when they start out. It's not like they have the US Army backing them."

Knox decides he's overdue a beer.

"If he's outside the law, let's just hope he has a strong moral center of his own," Steve says quietly and drains his cup.