A/N: Oh my gosh this took forever I am so sorry ;-; Had to deal with life and it's problems, but was ultimately far too guilty to leave this alone any longer... enjoy!

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Epilogue

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"Steven, are you certain that you are in condition to battle?"

"Yes, I'm fine," said Steve, "and remember to use codenames during missions, Thor."

"My apologies."

"But Thor's worry isn't unnecessary," came another voice through the comms, "remember to tell us if you need a rest or something Cap."

The super soldier rolled his eyes, he felt like he was once again being excessively mothered, just like how Bucky would always worry and be all over his scrawny little self back then.

"Certainly." Steve said, and tossed his shield towards the incoming enemies.

This was the fifth time a member has addressed their worries of Steve being back on the battlefield soon after his recovery, and Steve had started to wonder whether or not confessing his worries back then was the right decision.

Banner had asked first at the beginning of the mission, taking on his role as the Avenger's doctor, soon followed by Tony, Natasha, Clint and now Thor at different stages of the mission. The last thing he needed was the Hulk roaring excessively to ask if he was alright, although he has already noticed how the green giant generally stayed in close perimeters of his Captain more than usual, making sure that no more than four enemies would approach him at the same time. Steve was fairly certain that he was alright, and that he could definitely take on more than four people at once, but was nonetheless glad that the team was looking after him.

If anything, Steve felt like he got closer to his teammates, sure he was still slightly awkward, having trouble joining their conversations and what not, but his teammates also kindly made sure to always include their Captain if possible (although, Tony and Clint liked to do so by throwing quips and present cultural references… they were also usually rewarded with a casual whack from surprisingly either Bruce or the deadly Natasha).

Steve concluded that the whole event and aftermath was a positive change, despite the still slightly stingy injuries and seriously annoying mother bears that nostalgically reminded him of his past, he was glad that Steve Rogers could resurface and take over more often. Captain America would never disappear, but little Steve Rogers would put up a good fight- he'd lower his shield more to approach the unknown world, knowing that there would always be a group of people looking after and fighting along side him.

He felt a small tug at the corners of his lips at the thought of this, and he wasn't afraid of letting that enjoyable emotion out as he met up with the Avengers at the centre of the generically evil, abandon warehouse.

After all, as the oldest Captain of the group, he was still somehow the youngest Avenger.

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A/N: Wow, that was short, I had a few ideas but didn't want to get too caught up to cough up another huge story and such. Anyway, thank you to everyone for sticking around my awfully slow updates and probably horrible grammar and typos- I try my best, I swear!
But really, seriously, to everyone that has followed, favourited and/or reviewed this story, thank you so much, it puts a smile on my depressed face :P
As for now I have one or two plots for future stories, but I'll probably stick to one shots because gosh I'm really irresponsible when it comes to updating stories- they'll come, eventually...