Everything is cool when you're part of a team.

[thepriceoffreedom]

There were few times in his busy new life that Steve had free time to do with as he pleased. Usually it was while they were out somewhere, between missions. He and his frequent partner in those missions had a few days to themselves between missions now and then. Never much, but they were in San Diego, and Steve had never traveled much before the war. The San Diego Natural History Museum was on his list of things to see, even if it wasn't exactly a missed culture thing. It was something he just genuinely wanted to do.

He had lost Natasha at some point. Or more appropriately, he had wandered off to see the dinosaurs. Regular history museums were a bittersweet memory of a life he missed and left behind. But this one was mostly older cultures and animals. The world and everything in it. He had his sketchbook out, sitting on a bench to wait for her to catch up from the call she had been taking when he wandered off.

He was sketching his own approximation of the Allosaurus in front of him. While it was a skeleton, he was drawing one lost in the city with the noise all around it and the skyscrapers towering over its head.

If the war had never happened, he might have turned into a political cartoonist at some point.