Flashes of bright lights, where there once was nothing.
An entire dark abyss, brought to life by beauty.
Warmth & chills left thrills ripping up my body.
Color...This was color.
Being born Colorblind, you never think about it.
It is just normal, it is your world, you accept it.
You have always been that way, you don't know anything else.
Others may tell you about color, or ask your favorite,
but you never really get it.
Your world has no color, and one cannot really explain color,
so you never really bother trying to understand it.
It's like a deaf person asking what it is like to hear,
you cannot really explain it to them, not accurately.
People cannot really explain a sense,
as a sense is what we use to explain.
This feels soft, this looks marvelous, this sounds great,
this smells lovely, this tastes wonderful!
That was pretty easy to do, everyone knows what you mean.
But have you ever tried to explain a sense?
Go ahead, try, I am sure that you cannot.
When I was young, I remember that I had asked.
No one really could explain it to me.
How do you tell someone what color is,
when their world is coated in a Sepia filter?
It was impossible for me to understand,
but when I walked out of that machine,
I remember everything that I saw.
All those needless, puncturing into my skin.
It was the worst pain I had ever felt,
but once I stepped out of that machine,
I had never felt better in my life.
For once in my life, I wasn't in pain anymore.
I could breath, I could stand & I could see, without pain.
My eyes were adjusting, slowly, but surely.
And as I looked around the room, I expected not change at all,
but then the strangest thing had happened...
The American flag started flashing.
A spec of something came out of it, something I had never seen before.
I was afraid, I was confused, I was astonished!
This was Blue, I had never seen Blue before.
But it must have been, Bucky told me that this spot
on the American flag was colored Blue.
I would never think to question it, as this was it's name.
Whatever this was, it was called Blue.
My first color, it was amazing!
I didn't know what to expect next, I was shocked.
The stripes, those are next.
That must be Red, yes, Bucky told me that those were Red.
The stars are White. White stars.
The American flag, it is more beautiful with color.
I began looking around the room, examining.
Peggy's cheeks are Red, but not the same.
Lighter...Shades? Bucky told me about these shades.
He said that colors came in millions of different shades.
Pink. Her cheeks must be Pink.
Since then, I have discovered many more colors.
This new world flashes them around, much more than my time.
The war had brought darkness to our colors,
but now the colors are stronger than ever.
The wondrous shades come alive with ourselves.
Each of us has a color, a personality that is best defined by one.
I never really cared for Pink, but I like her sister, Red...To a point.
Sometimes it is hard to look at red,
as one of it's shades is the same as that of blood.
Blood is horrible...Blood signifies the end.
It reminds me of the past, of everything I have lost.
Red is the color of death, the color of goodbye.
Tony's suit is a shade he calls Hot Rod Red.
It's flashy, just like himself.
Just like Tony, the color begs for attention, and will do anything to get it.
Someone like Iron Man should not be so obvious,
but he doesn't worry about surprise attacks,
Tony wanted a color that screamed, look at me!
With Red & Gold, he received just that.
I remember last fourth of July, I was with Tony.
He brought me to this little spot, a park in NY.
There was a little pond & we sat on one side of it, in the grass.
" Why did you take me here, Tony?" I asked.
" We can watch the fireworks from here." Tony replied.
As the first shells went up, my eyes lit up like fireflies,
" Tony, the colors...They are beautiful."
" Ha. Never seen fireworks before, Spangles?"
" Not since I was able to see colors."
" What about colors?"
" Before the serum...I-I was born colorblind."
" Oh, Steve. I never knew, I am sorry."
" Don't be sorry. Thank you, this is wonderful!"
" You're welcome; Happy birthday."
" How did you know that it was my birthday?" I asked.
" S.H.I.E.L.D. database." Tony replied.
" Oh...Well, it is nice to have someone celebrate with me."
Tony grabbed my shoulder,
" No, Steve! All these people, they wouldn't be here,
had you not done what you did.
If you had landed that jet in NYC,
and if you hadn't fought Loki this year,
if you had made different choice on either of those incidents,
these people, these women & children, would all be dead.
They are forever in your debt, whether they realize it or not.
So these fireworks they blow off,
these colors they send flying into the night's sky,
these are for you, Steve. It's all for you."
I never forgot what Tony said to me.
I had never hated someone so much,
but that man mean't the world to me.
He was an egoistic, arrogant, S.O.B.,
but he could be so sweet, sometimes.
And today I sit beside him, as he looks into my eyes.
It wasn't supposed to happen like this, but it did.
I was supposed to back him up, but I couldn't.
They told me that the serum may wear off, they just didn't know when.
As I fell to my knees, screaming & receiving a complete bodily reverse,
Tony tried to pull me to safety, but he was wounded.
A sharp blade stabbed through his suit, dropping him on the floor.
Everyone is fighting now, it's just Tony & I.
His brown eyes are staring into my own, blinking slowly.
The color is leaving now, flowing out, alongside the serum.
The dark abyss is closing in, leaving nothing but bland nothingness.
I look to Tony's wound, a red bleeds from his bodily torso.
" Please, don't leave me, Tony." I cry, laying my head onto his stomach,
" Don't leave me, you bastard!"
I cannot see the colors anymore, but I know that they are there.
I thought that these colors were magical,
but, perhaps, they were monsters in disguise.
My eyes may not see, but my mind can envision the last color I ever saw.
A color that will haunt me forever, one I will hate for eternity.
The one that took Tony from me, that took everything from me.
Red...The color of goodbye.