Maria Hill dug through all of junk lying around in the storage room of the Avengers facility. A pile of old bows laid off against one of the walls because Clint couldn't bear to part with any of them. ("I have a special connection with all of them," he had said. "I would be dead if it weren't for these guys.")

Banner had a large box of purple stretchy pants, just in case, and Tony had at least a third of the room filled with old prototypes and out of date inventions. It was in Steve's box, though, that she struck gold.

The box itself was already in a darker corner at the back of the room, small and inconspicuous, with STEVE sharpied on the top. Although, she knew she really shouldn't, Agent Hill peered inside the box to find the Captain's original shield (the one used in his 1940's tour), a journal (which she had enough self-control not to read), an old photograph of a very small and skinny Steve with a larger, dark haired boy, and a camcorder, which she gingerly picked up (she really couldn't help herself).

It was a pretty recent model, a small and portable size with a flip-open screen and strap to go around the wrist. Opening the screen, a small note fluttered out and into Agent Hill's hands, so she obviously read it.

Steve,

Happy 95th birthday! Thought you might be able to handle this better than that new iPhone that you tried out last week. And set fire to... Maybe you can make a video diary or something.

God Bless America,

The Avengers

Agent Hill smiled slowly, turned on the camera, found the recorded footage, and pressed play.

The screen was covered by something large and pink.

"Tony? Why can't I see anything? Didn't you say to press record and then whatever I was recording would be on this screen? It's just dark. Tony?"

"Steve, buddy, your hand is over the camera."

"What? Oh, thanks."

The screen cleared up to reveal a ridiculously giddy looking Steve (holding the camera to face him) with Tony in the background, who rolled his eyes.

"Hey there camera! This is Steve Rogers, on day 1 of the Avengers video diary!"

"Wait a sec, Avengers diary? This camera is yours."

"I'm opening it up for all of the Avengers to use! It'll be fun."

Tony sat down and facepalmed. "Uh huh," he mumbled. "Fun… Iron Man keeping a video diary. Right."

A flash of blue shot by, and the screen warped from Steve's fave into a speedy blur. Pietro's face now filled the camera. "I think ees a good idea. I vill take video of zister Wanda and I learning all ze strange American things."

Tony groaned.

"Hey vhat's zis red button do?"

"Pietro, wait, NO!"

The screen went dark.