You knew his real name was Steve Rogers and that he was born in 1918. He had served in the army during the 1940’s and had disappeared around 1945. He had been in the ice for almost 70 years, but somehow he had made it out alive and now you were standing in the large room that explained everything that had happened to him.
You worked as a teacher in your hometown and the kids in your class had been asking you for weeks if you could tell them about Captain America: the hero of New York. You had declined at first, because there were no real facts about what he had done bac
Maybe it was because you two never did get caught. Could some masochistic, voyeuristic part of him wanted the secret to spill?
His thoughts drifted lazily as he watched a pencil roll to the edge of his desk and pause, teasing him, making him ache for the simple noise of it hitting the ground.
That's what it would be labeled as, if he were to see any qualified doctor or physiologist.
"College professor, huh. Got any hot students? Have a little fun with them?" A companion had queried just last weekend.
She wasn't hot. She was beautiful.
There was nothing pornographic; fetish satisfaction about it, either. Not like you saw in pornos, the aging teacher lifting his plastic blonde student up onto a desk or a