Steve walked into the church in a daze. It was not his first time here, but he had never found each step so difficult.
Most of the people who had entered the church were strangers to Steve. Fortunately, there were a few familiar faces, such as several Logistics Directorate doctors who were close to Howard. He also spotted the blind Nick Fury, rarely dressed in military uniform, standing like a security guard in the shadows just inside the main doors.
"Steve."
Fury sighed and spoke to Captain America, but seemed not to know what else to say. All he could do was pat Steve's arm comfortingly.
The Black agent was not particularly familiar with Mr. Wilson. He only knew that Mr. Wilson was one of the SSR and Logistics Directorate's major sponsors, and that he and Steve were as close as father and son.
So he had come. Perhaps his motives were not entirely pure, but he had come nonetheless.
"Nick." Steve nodded at him and looked toward the altar, where the enormous coffin now rested. "Has Peggy come?"
Fury shook his head and looked toward the crowd in the front rows. "She had to go to the White House to see the President today and attend a ministerial-level security meeting. She really couldn't get away."
Steve clenched his teeth, but only let out a long sigh. He said nothing more and walked straight ahead.
The coffin was open so that family and friends could view the deceased. Gin stood beside it, weeping bitterly and occasionally using a small handkerchief to wipe her eyes and cheeks.
At that moment, a bald middle-aged man in a wheelchair was speaking to her. Steve was too far away to hear what they were saying. He could only see the man roll closer to