you let the world believe your best friend was dead
you headed a massive, powerful, corrupt agency
you made mistakes over and over and over again
and you just keep making them
one eye and no trust left in you
you don't know what it is to live peacefully anymore
and you learned long ago that everything hurts less
if you just don't feel at all.
and the day you unearthed captain america, well.
you brought him into a world full of bullets and misplaced faith
where everyone he knew, everything he believed in was dead
all-american patriotism is for the founding fathers six feet under
and for once in your life,
for the first time since your brother condemned you to one eye
you feel a pinprick of regret
and you burn it from your memory
you have some nasty, tough decisions to make
you can't afford to feel
people are going to die if you simmer in guilt.
people already have.