The crowds were chanting Steve's name. Natasha still wasn't in sight. Steve looked up and the crowds and saw that the angel wasn't on his side. She must have chosen Brock.

Steve parents, General Rogers and Lady Rogers sat proudly. His father kept a straight face and peeled his eyes on Steve that made him uncomfortable and shift on his position.

"And we're off into the first set." The announcer bawls.

"Ok, Tony Q on 8, Buck Y and 11. Set Break." Steve said.

Steve looked back up again and saw her friends take a quick seat, but no Natasha.

"ROGERS! GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME!" Buck yelled.

Steve got in position and yelled the command. The ball fell into his hands and he passed to Tony. He ran with his small legs and passed to No. 11 that was Fitz Simmons. He passed to Buck and he ran across the field and passed back to Steve and sprinted into the end zone and made the touch down. The whistle blew and the crowd began to chant.

'No Steve, we can work this out. All three of us!'
'It's me'
'Or him.'
'Steve , please. I love you. Steve, STEVE!'

"No." He whispered.

He took of his helmet and threw it to the ground. He gave his band to Buck and took of his jersey. He jogged towards the exit, leaving the whole stadium in shock. Their Captain had left.

"And I don't know what we are seeing here, but looks like the Cap is taking a break. I dunno folks, we'll get back to you." The announcer said.

The boys chased after him as did the girls and and his parents. They called his name, but he didn't respond, until he heard Bucky call his full name.

"THE HELL IS WRONG
WITH YOU MAN!" Sam yelled.

"Just play. Bucks in charge. I've made a huge mistake."

"Us? Or you. Steve this is the playoffs, we need you man." Tony said.

Steve turned away and walked away, leaving his team in the dark.