Captain America, Steve. I look at your handsome face… Into your clear, azure eyes… And, as ever, I feel the same guilty envy. (…) The man’s heart is vast and full of positive emotion. Unlike mine. I feel like a snail or a tortoise, lumbering along in my shell, whenever I’m with Steve. So clumsy and so safe, next to his grace and daring. I have so much, I know I shouldn’t envy Steve and his strengths. And yet I do.