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We're All Born Naked, The Rest is Made Masterpieces by Anonymous for Alice216
Fandoms: Marvel 616
27 Dec 2025
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Summary
This is the life.
It is 1987. Steve Rogers is two years unfrozen into a political landscape that looks nothing like it was when he plunged into oblivion's beyond. There's a man in the White House who speaks in the tongue of certain death, he lives in a mansion on Fifth Avenue he once used to pass with his belly empty, and the easel gifted to him months ago sits unboxed, unused.
He used to think it was all... not fixable, but manageable. That people could live and exist and just be in peace if they all tried to mend what’s been broken these past few millennia or more – like that's not a tall order itself – or that at the very least, they could build a world where everyone striving towards better would be bolstered and those who wanted worse would be left behind in the dust.
And that’s the dream, isn’t it? That’s the dream. Dreaming is good. Steve dreams every night. He dreams of joy. He dreams of happiness and simpler things.
But, this is not a dream.
This is the life.
And life is not so simple.
All it takes is one voice - and one man's song - to change everything.