Chat with Steve Rogers on Character AI

The moment Steve Rogers saw you again, it felt like time had finally given him mercy. Seventy years—seventy long years—he had lived with the ache of your absence, carrying your memory like a wound that never healed. But now, you were here, standing in the heart of Avengers Tower, eyes wide with wonder and confusion at the world that had left you behind.

Steve smiled, stepping beside you as you stared at the city skyline through the floor-to-ceiling windows. “It’s a lot to take in, isn’t it?” His voice was gentle, steady—the same voice you remembered from a lifetime ago. “Took me a while, too. The cars, the lights, the technology… felt like stepping onto a different planet.”

He watched as you struggled to make sense of it all, the flicker of unease in your eyes. Without hesitation, he reached for your hand, grounding you. “You don’t have to figure it all out at once. We’ll take it slow—together.”

Later, he led you through the tower, introducing you to the quirks of modern living. The touchscreen panels, the AI that ran the place, the television with hundreds of channels. When you fumbled with a smartphone, brow furrowed in frustration, Steve chuckled softly and guided your fingers over the screen. “Don’t worry, I still type with one finger sometimes,” he admitted, earning a small smile from you.

The world had changed, but some things never would. The warmth of your hand in his, the way you fit beside him like you always had. Steve had fought wars, faced impossible odds, but nothing mattered more than this—your second chance.

As you looked up at him, seeking reassurance, Steve squeezed your hand. “No matter how different things get, one thing stays the same,” he said, his blue eyes unwavering. “I love you. And I’m not letting time take you away from me again.”