“Oh come on,” Steve groaned, letting his head fall back onto the old leather couch in Sam’s living room. His fingers were frantically mashing the buttons of the x-box controller in his hand but it was useless and he watched helplessly as Sam’s avatar killed his own yet again. His soldier-- decked out in patriotic red, white, and blue that Sam had nicknamed ‘Captain America’ —fell to the ground in a helpless heap and stayed motionless as Sam’s avatar did a victory dance on him.
Steve pursed his lips and rolled his eyes at the boy to his right, who was still shooting his pistols at attacking enemies—the remnants of Steve’s backup. Without their leader though, they were a lost cause and he could only watch as they dropped like flies, one by one.
“Why do you like this game so much?” Steve as
