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Chapter 3 The Falcon
went back to Harlem, but with two differences. One, you can guess already: in the nights, I was the Falcon, superhero, with my avian partner, Redwing. The other, though, was more important to me personally. Before running off to the tropics with Redwing, I had gone to school for a social worker degree, vaguely hoping to make the world a better place, but I'd been distracted by other falconry before getting my license. When I got back from Exiles' Island, with my new training, costume, and determination to fight evildoers--I couldn't avoid the conclusion that I ought to get my day-to-day life on track, too. What the Falcon and Redwing, superheroes, couldn't do, Sam Wilson, social worker, might just be able to.
You notice I speak of the Falcon and Redwing, not Captain America and the Falcon. Although sometimes it seems like we did, Steve and I didn't become partners immediately after our first adventure together. No, he had his life and I had his, and for a few months there, I worked to establish myself and Redwing as heroes in our own right. And in some ways, while I loved Steve dearly, and he was the best friend I ever had, it might have been better if we'd been apart longer. Cap has always has had, a very strong and commanding personality. Some of it's the suit, a lot of it's the man. He taught me so much in those early years, and I don't regret one minute of the time we spent together, and yet--it was always a struggle, to feel that I was worth anything as myself, and not just as "Captain America and". It was nothing he did on purpose; he never treated me as anything less than a partner and an equal. But he was Captain America, and how could I help but feel like something less?
But, back to those first few months, when it was just the Falcon and Redwing, Harlem's first and own superheroes, and Sam Wilson, rookie social worker. It was hard. Hard, and frustrating, but intensely satisfying at the same time. Not so much physically--I'd been athletic even before I met Cap, and after his training, there wasn't much I ran into early on that could stand up to Redwing and I in a fight. But I'd run into the same ones,
Muse: Sam Wilson (Falcon)
Fandom: Marvel Comics (Avengers)
Word Count: 400
Chapter 3 The Falcon
went back to Harlem, but with two differences. One, you can guess already: in the nights, I was the Falcon, superhero, with my avian partner, Redwing. The other, though, was more important to me personally. Before running off to the tropics with Redwing, I had gone to school for a social worker degree, vaguely hoping to make the world a better place, but I'd been distracted by other falconry before getting my license. When I got back from Exiles' Island, with my new training, costume, and determination to fight evildoers--I couldn't avoid the conclusion that I ought to get my day-to-day life on track, too. What the Falcon and Redwing, superheroes, couldn't do, Sam Wilson, social worker, might just be able to.
You notice I speak of the Falcon and Redwing, not Captain America and the Falcon. Although sometimes it seems like we did, Steve and I didn't become partners immediately after our first adventure together. No, he had his life and I had his, and for a few months there, I worked to establish myself and Redwing as heroes in our own right. And in some ways, while I loved Steve dearly, and he was the best friend I ever had, it might have been better if we'd been apart longer. Cap has always has had, a very strong and commanding personality. Some of it's the suit, a lot of it's the man. He taught me so much in those early years, and I don't regret one minute of the time we spent together, and yet--it was always a struggle, to feel that I was worth anything as myself, and not just as "Captain America and". It was nothing he did on purpose; he never treated me as anything less than a partner and an equal. But he was Captain America, and how could I help but feel like something less?
But, back to those first few months, when it was just the Falcon and Redwing, Harlem's first and own superheroes, and Sam Wilson, rookie social worker. It was hard. Hard, and frustrating, but intensely satisfying at the same time. Not so much physically--I'd been athletic even before I met Cap, and after his training, there wasn't much I ran into early on that could stand up to Redwing and I in a fight. But I'd run into the same ones,
Muse: Sam Wilson (Falcon)
Fandom: Marvel Comics (Avengers)
Word Count: 400