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steverogers_awakeningThis is Steve Rogers, aka Captain America.
His memories come from the Marvel Cinematic Universe rather than the comics. In his past life, he was a sickly Brooklyn boy who just wanted to fight the Nazis with his best friend, Bucky. A kindly doctor saw something in Steve and allowed him to enlist, ultimately choosing him for a special project that turned him into a supersoldier. He fought in the war, he had a short-lived but impactful romance with the awesome Peggy Carter, and he was frozen for decades when his plane went down in the Antarctic. Later, he was thawed and co-captained the Avengers—when not going on missions with friend Sam to track down his brainwashed best friend from the past, Bucky or working with friend Natasha to take down SHIELD and expose Hydra.
(Note: His past will get an update when the next movie comes out, but I will wait a few weeks before incorporating what we learn from Civil War to avoid accidentally spoiling anyone.)
Now Steve is David Astor.
Yes, from those Astors. AKA some of the oldest money in the New York region. AKA the namesake of such places as Astoria, Queens. His family isn’t what you’d immediately picture when you think Old Money New York. His father had an obsession with flight and his mother was literally a rocket scientist. They were quite the jetsetters and eco-adventurists until their only daughter died quite suddenly—and later, David was diagnosed with a terminal illness.
David doesn’t really focus on that. Instead, he spends his time focused on his studies, his friends, and his causes. He’s a bit of a rabble-rouser, protesting and joining marches and donating his time and energy and money to causes he cares about. He shares his parents’ love of flight and claims that next life, he’s going to come back as an astronaut. Or maybe a Vulcan. (He’s a giant nerd.) He chooses not to date and lives in a very nice brownstone in a very nice neighborhood in Brooklyn. He works at an animal shelter in his spare time, though he funnels his paycheck back into buying food and treats for the dogs and paying for spaying and neutering. You’re just as likely to find him sitting in the park sketching out parts of an airplane as you are to see him in the dog run, swamped by enthusiastic puppies.
He has a ready smile and a warm, welcoming aura—people rarely feel ill at ease coming up to talk to him. (Or hit on him. He gets hit on a lot and tends to just flush awkwardly.)
21 years old, in his first year of grad school at Columbia.
His memories come from the Marvel Cinematic Universe rather than the comics. In his past life, he was a sickly Brooklyn boy who just wanted to fight the Nazis with his best friend, Bucky. A kindly doctor saw something in Steve and allowed him to enlist, ultimately choosing him for a special project that turned him into a supersoldier. He fought in the war, he had a short-lived but impactful romance with the awesome Peggy Carter, and he was frozen for decades when his plane went down in the Antarctic. Later, he was thawed and co-captained the Avengers—when not going on missions with friend Sam to track down his brainwashed best friend from the past, Bucky or working with friend Natasha to take down SHIELD and expose Hydra.
(Note: His past will get an update when the next movie comes out, but I will wait a few weeks before incorporating what we learn from Civil War to avoid accidentally spoiling anyone.)
Now Steve is David Astor.
Yes, from those Astors. AKA some of the oldest money in the New York region. AKA the namesake of such places as Astoria, Queens. His family isn’t what you’d immediately picture when you think Old Money New York. His father had an obsession with flight and his mother was literally a rocket scientist. They were quite the jetsetters and eco-adventurists until their only daughter died quite suddenly—and later, David was diagnosed with a terminal illness.
David doesn’t really focus on that. Instead, he spends his time focused on his studies, his friends, and his causes. He’s a bit of a rabble-rouser, protesting and joining marches and donating his time and energy and money to causes he cares about. He shares his parents’ love of flight and claims that next life, he’s going to come back as an astronaut. Or maybe a Vulcan. (He’s a giant nerd.) He chooses not to date and lives in a very nice brownstone in a very nice neighborhood in Brooklyn. He works at an animal shelter in his spare time, though he funnels his paycheck back into buying food and treats for the dogs and paying for spaying and neutering. You’re just as likely to find him sitting in the park sketching out parts of an airplane as you are to see him in the dog run, swamped by enthusiastic puppies.
He has a ready smile and a warm, welcoming aura—people rarely feel ill at ease coming up to talk to him. (Or hit on him. He gets hit on a lot and tends to just flush awkwardly.)
21 years old, in his first year of grad school at Columbia.
