He recognises the failure in himself in the hushed whispers that spread every time he enters a room; the cheers Thor commands by simple glances and large gestures; the way his Father’s forehead stays smooth and his gaze straight when he sees his great son. He doesn’t even mock the phrase in his mind, for he recognises truth (the God of Lies must, after all).
He remembers high laughter, arms grabbing without thought but implied concern, legs straining to go further and faster. And even if his actions were guided by perceived follies, it is that laughter that lingers (like a gasp in his throat that cannot escape or a fly with its wings caught) when he falls.
Look, it’s Tom Hiddleston being his usual perfect self.
The other guy saved both our lives.
Captain America: so much more than the rest of Earth’s ‘natives’.