Imagine someone takes Steve to see Hamilton, and he absolutely falls in love with it. Imagine he meets the Broadway cast. Imagine he's almost shaking he's so excited.
The requests, nay the demands, for Steve to see ‘Hamilton’ started up as soon as the show opened. Right from the get-go everyone from talk show hosts to internet anons had sent out the fervent call for Captain America’s attendance at his earliest convenience.
And yes, it was vital for Captain America, the living breathing symbol of all things patriotism to see this show. Just the phrase ‘America then as told by America now’ was enough to pique Steve’s interest. When he got around to researching the ideas behind the musical choices, the revolution of Hip Hop as told as the revolution of America, he was absolutely set on going.
But even with the title of Cap none withstanding, Steve Rogers needed to see this show.
Bucky had knocked on his door around his third time through the cast recording. The sound of muffled sobbing leaked under the gap and while he was fairly sure Steve would have let him know if something was actually wrong, he was beginning to worry. “Steve, buddy, y’alright in there?”
A few sniffles followed, then the shaky voice of a broken man. “It’s just so beautiful! She- she put herself back in the narrative.” Bucky wasn’t entirely sure what was said next but it sounded vaguely like ‘Eliza’.
He exchanged a glance with Natasha who was trying her damn best not to snicker. “Maybe we shouldn’t tell him about the tickets,” Bucky whispered with genuine apprehension. “What if he’s too- I dunno, fragile?”
Nat waved him off at the mere suggestion. “Do you know how sold out this show is? I don’t know what string Stark pulled to get us all prime seats but you can bet he’s going to be doling out favors for the next decade. Rogers is just going to have to pull himself together.”
And he does. He doesn’t question Tony’s methods, just thanks him profusely and cries a bit more.
They blast the soundtrack all the way to the theater. Steve’s enthusiasm had always been as infectious as the flu and despite only knowing half the words, the entire car sings along with him. Or they try to at any rate. No one can actually rap along with Lafayette in ‘Guns and Ships’ so they settle for fisting the air and chair dancing.
“Should we wait to tell him about the backstage passes?” Sam asks under the din of noise as they enter the theater. They have to enter through the back as to keep the press coverage to a minimum until after the show. Steve is more than willing to go on air extolling Lin-Manuel’s brilliance but he refuses to be detained by the paparazzi.
Bucky watches as Steve practically vibrates in his seat, anxiously waiting for the lights to dim. “After the curtain call,” Bucky agrees. “We don’t want him passing out from excitement.”