Imagine Steve being a huge fan of Teddy Roosevelt as a kid, since Teddy used to be sickly like Steve often was as a kid and looks up to him
This is sort of related to this fill from ages ago.
“Oh my god, you did not write a love letter to Roosevelt. You giant, giant nerd.”
Apparently, Bucky had given Steve’s autobiography another go-around. It looked to Steve like he’d made it almost halfway this time without tossing it through a window.
“What? No, I – you know how much I admire him.”
Bucky shook the paperback in Steve’s direction in what could only be described as exasperation. “This chapter might as well say Steve Roosevelt a hundred times with little hearts drawn all over the place.”
Sam set his phone down and leaned forward. “I mean, Steve did wrestle that bear.”
Bucky glared at Steve. “What bear?” He asked Sam.
Sam had the good grace to look confused despite how hard he was trying –and failing- to hide a smile. “The – it’s in that chapter. He talks about how he had to wrestle a bear on a mission with the Commandos and how it made him feel like—“
“-Goddamnit, Rogers.” The book shaking was upgraded from exasperated to menacing. “No, he never wrestled a bear. His bad attitude was struggle enough.”
Steve suspected that by now, Sam knew most of what was in the book wasn’t true, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t enjoying himself.
“That’s a shame.” Sam continued. “That was my favorite part.”
“To be fair,” Steve cut in, “I talk a lot about how this is all rooted in my childhood and being sick and – it’s not all bear-wrestling, Buck.”
Bucky sighed, finally sparing a glance to Sam. “That part’s true. He even had a little comic strip dedicated to his adventures with Teddy.”
“No. Way.” Sam was beaming. “What happened to it?”
Steve shrugged. “Kindling, I think. Keeping warm was more important.”
“If I, uh, promised some sort of recompense…” Sam began.
Steve laughed. “I’d be willing to draw what I can remember.”
Sam fist-pumped. “Yes! –Dude, honestly, I don’t know why you haven’t started a webcomic of some kind, even one that updated intermittently.”
“Here,” Sam grabbed his StarkPad, scooting over to show Steve. Bucky set aside Steve’s autobiography to lean forward too. “I think you’ll like this.”