Two Very Valuable Cents

June 20, 2017:

Captain America stops by WNEX for an appearance on 'Trish Talks' to weigh in on the more personal side of The Winter Soldier.

WNEX-New York Studios

The broadcasting headquarters of WNEX-New York, home of the 'Trish Talks' studio.

Characters

NPCs: None.

Mentions: Jessica Jones, Bucky Barnes, Azalea Kingston, Tony Stark, Peggy Carter, Matt Murdock

Mood Music: [*\# None.]


Fade In…

Trish is nervous. Capital N, Nervous. Today’s show is probably one of the most important shows she’ll ever do, in her whole career. Today is the day she’s throwing her two cents into the whole ‘Winter Soldier Trial’ by hosting Barnes’ best friend and attorney. The fact that Bucky’s best friend just happens to be Captain America, makes it that more nerve wracking for her. Because she has a crush. A major crush on Steve Rogers with a healthy dose of hero worship on the side. Having met him, kinda, once already at Jess’s party is not helping the whole nervous situation. She had been so afraid of embarrassing herself that she had hardly said two words to him, all night.

Part of the preparations for today’s interview had included calling in favors from her favorite Hairstylist and Makeup Artist to have her look heavily influenced by the Forties. Her hair was rolled back into a classic chignon, her face was done with the traditional winged liner and red lip, and she had gone through everything in her closet, twice, before settling on a vintage navy blue dress with pencil skirt, cap sleeves, and matching heels.

She had driven everyone insane around the studio by checking, re-checking, and then checking once more that everything was in order. Waters were chilled, as were sodas, the coffee was fresh, and every possible snack you could think of was ready to go in the kitchen. She had vegan friendly options, gluten free options, and every sort of platter she could find, much like she had done for Peggy. She checked her watch one more time and debated whether she needed to go stand in front of a fan for a minute or two, in the privacy of her office.

She paces all over, into the studio to make sure everything is ready to go with the mikes and such, into the kitchen until Zach chased her out, and back out to the foyer to stare at the elevators. She had thought it was bad, when she had interviewed Tony. The nerves for that interview were nothing compared to this one, however.

“Okay, Walker, you’re not going to do or say anything embarrassing. You’re going to behave like a mature, responsible adult. You are not going to be a giddy girl, you are not.”

Sure enough, there is soon the 'We have visual on Cap' if such things were set into motion. There is a bit of time before the Man of the Hour makes his way in. There's a restroom stop, a mild conversation with the front desk while waiting to be cleared; things that are rather mundane considering the person involved. But before long, the lights of the elevators and are soon aglow. With a calm ding, the doors shutter slightly before they open to expose what some consider one of the first superheroes: Captain America.

With a sky blue summer blazer thrown over his shoulder, Rogers walks in dressed for success. A white dress shirt with red and white striped tie, along with light tan dress pants. If it wasn't for the warm smile and amiable demeanor, he'd appear like a buff Ken doll.

Not that Steve would get that reference.

"Miss Walker, a pleasure to see you again," he begins, offering a hand to the woman. "I apologize I didn't get to talk to you much the last time we met. I was a little out of it, as you might recall." A sheepish grin and a half beat goes on. "But hopefully, we can have the chance to talk now. After all, if you're close to Jess, sure you're an amazing woman. She tends to have good taste in company, after all."

Trish’s head just about explodes right there on the spot. Not only did The Captain America know her name, he remembered her from the party at Jess’s. And he pretty much just called her an amazing woman. So much for the not embarrassing herself thing, because she can feel her face flushing, as she takes the offered hand for a quick shake. It takes a minute for her to find her voice, mouth opening and closing a couple times before she could manage more than a squeak, which only made her blush harder.

She clears her throat, mentally kicking herself, and tries again.

“Mr. Rogers, it’s such an honor to have you here today. I can’t thank you enough for stopping by. No apologies are needed, I think I was too shy to make much conversation, surrounded by such incredible people.” Her mouth lifts in a lopsided smile before she continues. “Jess and I are actually adopted sisters, so I know exactly what you mean about her taste in companions. Her address book is far more impressive than mine, hands down, no contest. Is there anything I can get you? Coffee? Water? Snacks? Do you have any questions?”

She trails off, doing her best to not stare, and only partially succeeding.

If Rogers notices the blush, he doesn't let it show, merely retracting the hand in the wake of the handshake. The grip was firm, not enough to hurt, but in a way to show support and respect.

A brief shrug is given at the thanks. As before, Cap swiftly deflects praise. "I'm the one that should be thanking you. It's nice to have a place where I can have an interview where I feel safe. Not many media outlets where I feel that's the case." While CNN, MSNBC, or Fox News might have wide network of viewers, they work hard to control the message to what they want it to be. Or at least, that's what Cap is concerned about after seeing segments here they cut off people mid-statement or have them on the air with people who are on just to make the guest look foolish or not worth the person's time. For something this important, everything needs to be right, or so Steve believes.

"A bottle or two of water should be just fine. And no questions really. I trust you to walk me through this," Steve admits as he glances around, ready to follow Trish wherever she ends up leading him, making conversation as he goes. "But I'm sure you know a few interesting people. I mean, you work a job like this, you get to know a lot of important people."

Trish mentally takes hold of herself, doing her best to shift into interview mode and out of fangirl mode. The struggle is real. But she manages it. Or at least as much as one can when face to face with a living legend. Her imaginary diary was going to get a workout later though.

She leads the way to the booth, popping into the kitchen to grab the waters as they passed, making the appropriate introductions along the way. She practically swells with pride when he says he feels safe on her show. It’s certainly understandable, why he would feel that way about the rest of the media, given most of them have an Agenda, whatever it might happen to be. Her only agenda was to make sure her guests had fun and enjoyed the experience.

“I am flattered beyond words to hear you trust me and my show. I do my very best to create a comfortable environment, as I feel it makes for a much better experience all around. No one enjoys listening to a stiff awkward interview.”

She stops in front of the door to the sound booth and opens it for Steve after passing him the waters. She motions him to the guest side of the sound board, where headphones were ready to go beside the mic. Her own full coffee cup was sitting at her station, waiting for her, as she knew it would be from her rounds earlier.

“This is us. I’ve met a few through the job, also from when I was in Hollywood lighting up the small screen, but you can’t really compare movie stars to people who have saved the world, multiple times. At least not in my opinion, anyways, but I’ve always had a thing for super heroes, so there’s that.”

Her smile turns a little sickly as she says that last bit. Definitely failing epically on the ‘Do Not Embarrass Yourself Trish’ mission.

“Anyway… My, ah, my show is more like two people sitting down for a chat more than hard hitting interview. Just one thing before we get started. How would you prefer I address you on the show?”

Rogers nods in agreement as Trish explains the logic behind her show and the First Avenger merely nods in response with a faint smile showing he respects the woman in front of him. As he's shown his seat, Steve puts down the waters on the closest flat surface, picks up the headset, and once that's done, opens the water bottle and sets it down in front of him. He takes in a deep breath, clearly a little nervous himself. But this is different than the usual questions or talking about the Cause of the Day like ending world hunger. While there are lives on the line for helping refuges or ending hunger in America, this is far more personal than most of his outreaches.

As Trish asks the all important question of what name to call, Steve gives a shrug. "I trust your judgment on the matter," he replies calmly with a faint shrug. "As long as it's appropriate, I'm okay with it." Not that he really thinks that Walker would call him 'sweet cheeks' on the air. But he certain hopes that means she won't now that he clarified.

Trish settles in behind the desk, adjusting her own headset over her ears, and pulling the mic down to a comfortable position. She’ll take a sip of her coffee then arrange her notepad and pen into place. She’s pleased to see him settle in, without needing to be told to put on the headset. Obviously not his first time. Her cheeks pink again, at the poor choice of words in her thought.

“Okay, well if you’re not offended, I’ll use Steve to keep with the informal atmosphere we’re going for. It’s about three minutes to going on air. Is there anything else, anything at all, I can get for you? If you need a little break, we can always pop in a commercial run. I don’t want you to feel chained to the mic because you definitely aren’t.”

She takes another sip from her cup, reveling in the joy of getting to interview one of her biggest heroes/crushes. Bigger even, than Tony Stark, which is saying something.

There is a brief time where Rogers eyes are closed in a period of brief silence as if meditating or praying. Once it's done, a soft breath is exhaled and the smile resumes as before. While Trish wears her emotions freely, it seems if there are nerves on Rogers part they are hidden behind an all too professional veneer. "That's good to know," Steve replies at the talk that he's not 'chained to the mic'. The discussion of being able to have an out shows the difference between Trish and other places where breaks are used as weapons. It's clear why Matt was so supportive of Steve when he mentioned going to Trish as an idea.

As an afterthought, Cap does reply in hindsight to the hostess. "Steve is fine, Trish" comes the calm reply, figuring that the informal air is a wise call. And if it helps Trish's show by making it seem as if Cap is a 'friend of the show', well, Steve figures that would be an easy way to express thanks. "No questions and don't need anything else, so I think we're as good to go as we'll ever be."

Trish nodded, smiling reassuringly, listening to the producer gush about Rogers, and countdown to live. She couldn’t help but giggle a little on the inside, knowing she wasn’t the only one having a fangirl moment. She keeps quiet, though, respecting the prayer or meditation that’s being done by her guest. It’s not the first time she’s seen a guest do this, or done it herself for that matter, so she understands how important those few moments with you can be. And then it’s time.

Hello New York! ‘Trish Talks’ is back live, with your loveable host Trish Walker, from our studio here at WNEX. Today is an extra special day, as I’ve got none other than Steve Rogers here today. That’s right, it’s Captain America, sitting down for a chat with yours truly. First off, welcome to the show Steve. I’m sure you are a very busy man, so thank you for finding the time for us. There’s something I’ve been dying to know, and I doubt it’s the first time you’ve been asked so bear with me here, but what was the biggest culture shock for you when you woke up? That is, what was the hardest thing to adjust to?”

She starts with the easy, shall we say fluffy even, stuff. The theory is it will give Steve a chance to warm up to the whole process, loosening up as much as possible, before touching on the more delicate subject of Barnes.

The man is calm as he waits. It's an odd thing for him to be here. He always remembered the magic of radio, always wondering what was on the other side as a child. Who was voicing Ellery Queen and what the next case would be for Gang Busters. Now, he's on the other side, where he is perhaps inspiring the same questions for others. "Thanks for having me, definitely glad I can be here," Steve replies with a large grin.

Then comes the question. It's definitely a question he's answered before. "That's definitely a question I've been asked before, but everytime, I think it changes. The first time I was asked that, I was just shocked by the size of things. I mean New York's skyline is so much larger and longer. New York at it's busiest in my time was like New York at midnight these days. It was overwhelming." Steve recalls the first time leaving the building he was thawed out of, just seeing how things were somewhat similar, but oh so different. "But for me, I guess it's just how people communicate. It used to be, people had ritual, intention in how they communicated. You went to church, you did lunch after church. You had dinner with family and friends, you talked for hours after the fact. You waited by the phone for things, and social commitments were important. Now, people have their smart phones. If you have a free moment, you call and you're expected to be there to answer. You can't do dinner, you cancel thirty minutes before. You have lunch with someone and both people aren't even talking or looking at each other, just being on their phones. You'd never have two people reading a book together and calling it a meal in my time."

Steve pauses for a moment, his slowing tone showing a bit of introspection. "People wanted that human connection. It's just something that gets… lost a lot these days. I know people still want to feel loved and understood, people just come at it different these days, like on Facebook or other things. As if liking a picture of someone's cheeseburger was somehow a replacement for a heart to heart about someone's day."

There is a long pause before Steve offers another big change that is much less profound. "And a lot of milk shakes at fast food places don't have even milk in them so they just call them shakes." A brief chuckle is given. "What's up with /that/?"

Trish listens to Rogers answers and jots notes about ideas on further question lines. All those points made perfect sense, though they weren’t what she had been expecting. She had thought it might be the clothes (or lack thereof in some cases), or maybe even the casual use of profanity. The milkshake thing brings an outright laugh. What was up with that?

“That’s fair. After all, you’re constantly discovering new differences between now and then, so it makes sense that your answer would change. I personally don’t get the whole ‘get together to stare at our phones’ thing either. If I wanted to stare at a screen, I’d just stay home.” She chuckles a little, recalling a couple of luncheons she had abruptly left with a fake emergency, because that’s what it had been. “As for the shakes, I have no idea, and wonder about it myself. I remember an experiment I did in high school biology which ended up ranking each chain by the amount of real potato in their fries. And not one of them was pure potato. It was years before I could eat McDonald’s fries again.”

She glances at the note pad while she chooses her next question.

“What’s your favorite memory about growing up? Did you have a favorite spot to hang out? Or a special pet?”

The warm laugh of Rogers fills the air, moving to have a hand on his chest as he gives himself a slight man boob squeeze. But he doesn't really have anything to add the topic of America as a Fast Food Nation. After all, there are other questions that are asked.

The question of his childhood causes Rogers to clear his throat. Most people don't really realize that it's a sensitive topic for the man, mostly because he works hard to ensure that. "Well, as you remember, growing up wasn't really easy for me. In the age before modern medicine was lifting off, I was usually too sick to go out for long, so I really had to make the most of every outing. Because I was also sick, it was also really tough for me to make friends."

Some dark shadow seems to pass over Rogers for a moment, perhaps giving Trish the rare moment that maybe he's human enough to have his tragedies at home. But the radio never hears, because like a switch turned, Rogers is able to go back to how he once was.

"But everyone so often, I'd get to go and watch baseball. The great American past time and it was a time when athletes were encouraged to keep their nose clean and give a good image because they were representing something other than themselves, their team."

There is a half beat pause as Rogers considers. Then, he takes a breath, knowing what he has to do and what it will lead to. He is still smiling and his tone still filled with the light of hope and gentleness as he continues. "I always loved those times that Bucky would take me out there. Before the war, we spent a lot of time just hanging out. He was, and /is/, as close as a brother to me." With that, Rogers settles into the chair and gets his drink to take a pull. He gives a nod to Miss Walker, as if giving her nonverbal consent for whatever may come.

Trish’s head tilts slightly as her eyes follow his movements. They go slightly out of focus, as she loses herself for a moment, until her producer barks in her ear that she’s drooling. She comes back to herself with a slight jump. Thankfully, there are no telekinetic accidents. This time. She’ll take a drink from her cup in an attempt to hide her being slightly flustered.

She goes back to studying her guest as he recounts his story, but more so from a professional radio host standpoint than that of a smitten school girl. So she sees that momentary shadow that passes over his countenance. To get to see a rare moment of Rogers being a mere mortal, for the second time in her life because what’s more human than falling asleep on someone’s shoulder during a movie party, is a heady thing. It was definitely going into her imaginary diary and she was absolutely going to brag to Jess. A lot. Poor Jess.

“I have a hard time picturing you not having friends. Not because I don’t believe you, but because of what a great guy you are. Honestly, you’re such a genuinely kind person, something I’m pretty sure didn’t come from the serum you were given, I would certainly want to hang out with you, whether you were sick or not. Unless it was contagious, in which case I’d be out, I’m sorry to say.”

She gives Rogers a quick wink at his nod. This is the meat of the interview, the reason for the show. To gently let the public know that Bucky Barnes is so much more than just the Winter Soldier they’ve been told to fear.

“There are a lot of people who are going to be surprised to hear that, Steve, given the trial currently in progress. I’ve had the privilege of meeting Bucky so I’m not surprised at all. You both have that same endearing quality that’s so hard to describe, without using the common ‘kind’ or ‘gentlemanly’. I suppose that comes from the era you both were raised in, where manners weren’t an uncommon thing. Being as close as brothers, I’m sure there are some excellent stories to tell. From before the war, and after. Knowing each other for as long as you did, was he surprised by your becoming Captain America? Did it change the relationship?”

A chuckle is given at the suggestion that Trish would have been attracted to the 'skinny Steve'. "You say you would have dated me then, but you wouldn't believe how many 'I see you as a friend' I got in church, school, and everywhere else; most girls don't want to date a guy who could barely get him self up three flights of stairs without being winded. Bucky himself tried to match me up with people, but it never really worked out."

Of course, some of it was because Rogers has no real idea how to date, but well, that's a whole story right there he's not going to share. Instead, Steve shifts gears, impressed with how well Walker is weaving this all into a well thought out path, guiding the interview as if his answers were almost expected. There's a reason why she's a good radio hostess, it would seem. Like her, he blends the questions of past and his time with Barnes together into one combo. Then Cap does what he does pretty well: Monologue.

"He had joined before I was selected for the program. It was until I saved him from behind enemy lines that he knew I had become Captain America. So, needless to say, Bucky was just more than a little surprised that the man would could barely carry his own groceries was able to take his friend by the arm help escort him out of harm's way."

The trial isn't really mentioned, even though it's the thing that links all of this to the present. Instead, Rogers goes on about the things that were, knowing that he'll be brought back to the appropriate era in just a short while.

"Before the super serum, he was watching out for me, taking care of me. When I got myself into a fight I couldn't handle, he was always there. I'm sure he got tired of it, I'm sure it frustrated him that I always got into scrapes because I couldn't let an injustice stand. I'm sure he, like the many friends that left me, wanted to have a friend that wouldn't drag him down." Steve pauses for a moment, his lips drawing into a thin line as he fights the emotion, his eyes distant as he finds himself thinking about the friendship that has been one of the constants in his life.

"It all changed when I took up the shield, however. Suddenly, he was trying to keep up with me. Instead of all the girls not even knowing I existed, suddenly he was the second string. He served his country well, perhaps could have served in any place he wanted. But he chose to fight as a Howling Commando, even if the dynamic of him always pulling my fat out of the fire changed to me saving him and being the 'heavy hitter'. A lot of people would have gotten embittered, jealous, and angry about it. He never did. He was just proud of me. I like to think he thought me a lot in those times; that true friendship is about sacrifice. God really blessed me with a friend like that. I never really deserved his friendship before I was 'Cap' and I was blessed to have it after."

A long draw of water shows that he's done talking about the topic.

Trish is drawn in by the monologue, though she wouldn’t have used that word herself if asked. This is probably her favorite part of her job. Listening to people talk about their lives, the good, the bad, and even the ugly, getting to know more about them and drawing out their stories.

“Most girls don’t know a good thing when it’s standing right in front of them. As for the stairs issue, there’s lots of places in New York that are ground floor only. But. That’s a daydream for another day.” She laughs a little and gives Rogers a lopsided grin.

Rogers paints a picture of Barnes that is pretty much the exact opposite of what mainstream media is describing. Steve talks of Bucky like he’s a person, not a monster. It makes her think of the dynamic of her and Jessica, being the ‘Squishy Trish’ to Jess’s super strength. She would like to think that like Bucky, she just loved and supported Jess. But deep down, there was jealousy, lots of jealousy, and not a little bitterness too since we’re being honest. It didn’t stop her from loving and supporting Jess, but it was there.

“Everyone deserves to have that special kind of friendship Steve. No matter what. You probably taught each other a lot, about sacrifice, and doing the right thing. If you hadn’t, he probably would have been like all the rest you told me about. It takes incredible strength of character to stand up for the quote un-quote little guy, not for glory, but because it’s the right thing to do. And from what I’ve heard, Bucky Barnes has incredible strength of character. Also, he’s the kind of guy I’d want on my team if my butt was in a crack. If he’s good enough to save your bacon, Steve, I’d definitely trust him with mine.”

She takes another sip of coffee and glances at her notepad.

“Have you two been to a Yankees game recently? Or do you find it difficult to get out now, since pretty much everyone on the planet knows who you are?”

The talk of women not knowing a good thing when they see it is merely given a brief chuckle and a swift "Suppose so" before Cap is more than willing to let that topic slide for a multitude of reasons along with the dream of ground floor suites.

Rogers nods with agreement until the unique phrase is offered with Steve just offering a silent mouthing of 'butt in a crack' with sheer confusion before he just goes on with the questioning. Thankfully, he's used to not getting something an interview has said before though what he doesn't get tends to vary. Last time, it was someone telling Rogers 'not to be jelly of my roll'.

"Huh, I don't think we have," Rogers admits as he scratches his head. "I mean, I think the last game we went to, Dodgers were still in Brooklyn, WHERE THEY BELONGED, the Giants were also in New York, WHERE THEY BELONGED, and DiMaggio was doing his thing with the Yankees." A sip of water gives a brief break before he goes on. "We've done other things, watching movies, and hitting Coney Island, but maybe sometime soon we'll hit a game. That would be nice," he states, an easy smile resting on his features at the idea.

Trish lets out a laugh that comes from the belly, complete with the dreaded nose snort, as Rogers talks about the last time he went to a game. The way he emphasises where they belong gets her going, because that tone is still used today by outraged fans over things being mixed up. A really good friend of hers from ‘It’s Patsy’ had almost had an aneurism when the goalie Curtis Joseph had left the Oilers, his favorite team, for the Maple Leafs. He had used the same tone, when he was speaking at reasonable volumes instead of just yelling.

“When you’re ready, let me know, and I’ll hook you up with some great seats. The studio has season tickets that are pretty amazing. At least to my uneducated in the ways of baseball eyes, anyway.”

She trails off, temporarily indulging in the resulting daydream, coming back before she got yelled at in the headset. There was still the rest of the interview to get through before she could be having daydreams like that.

“If you could, what would be one thing about then that you would bring to now? Hmm. That might not be the best way to word that. What’s the one thing about then you’d like to see here today?”

Another brief chuckle is given at the offering of seats. "Careful, I just might take you up on that," the Star Spangled Man with the Plan replies.

When the topic is shifted, however, a "Hrm" is the short and short initial response, making it clear that Rogers is taking the question to heart and thinking it over. His bare chin is rubbed a couple of times as he mulls over the possible answers before he nods to himself.

"I guess for me, it would be how people see their nation. When I was growing up, there was a lot more attention to doing the right thing and making sure that the United States was where it needed to be. Companies would work not for maximum profit, but to ensure that the nation they were founded in was given the best shot possible. Where the press worked to inform the people as well as protect the people." Steve rubs his neck. "Now you have people who demand that their country give them privileges as if they were rights, while forgoing their rights and responsibilities in the name of convenience. If people were concerned about being the best American they could be more and having the best stuff less, I think we wouldn't have half the problems we are as a nation." A shrug is given, but despite the motion, his tone remains unapologetic about his stance. "But that's just my two cents on the matter."

Trish almost bounces in her seat with excitement as Rogers threatens to take her up on the tickets, but manages to restrain herself to a simple wiggling of her toes in her shoes. Definitely the better use for that particular motion in her opinion, far more so than to get through getting poked with a needle. It might make for an awkward conversation with Azalea later, but it would be worth it. Oh so worth it. She makes a mental note to check on the status of the ‘Get Az out of the Box’ mission.

She’s pleased to see that he not only understood her question, but was giving it serious consideration before answering. It might be an odd question, but that’s also part of her gig, asking questions you typically wouldn’t be. His answer was definitely insightful.

/Smart and pretty, yup, he’s perfect/

The little hearts are practically floating above her head as the thought crosses her mind.

“I think those are two very valuable cents, Steve. You make a very good point there. It wasn’t unusual to know most of the people in your neighborhood in those days, yet today, most people know have more online friends, and don’t know their neighbors names.” She finished her coffee, setting the cup aside. She can hear the producers warning that the time was getting short for them. “I have one more question for you, before we have to say goodbye to our listeners. So I guess I better make it a good one. What’s the final thought you’d like to leave everyone with today? And please, not the typical ‘Stay in School’ or ‘Don’t Do Drugs’ lines, unless that’s what’s in your heart of course.”

She nods her head encouragingly at Rogers, trying to use the Force to let him know this was his chance to say whatever he wanted.

Captain America seems to nod toward the 'Final Thought'. He understands what it means and seems to be thinking about it again for a second. It seems that when given the chance, Rogers seems a bit more introspective than first glance, but well, it's a lot easier to do when not being shot at or in the middle of an argument for the fate of some moral battleground.

"Well, I guess the final thought is to reserve judgment. Right now, there's a court case going on with a good friend of mine and there are already people calling for him to be killed. That isn't how our legal system was made, to be guilty until proven innocent. If he is guilty, then justice will run its course. If he's innocent however, it will be because the courts will prove what I've known the entire time: that Bucky Barnes is a good man who went through a lot of hard things while serving his country," Rogers states, his tone calm yet filled with the usual conviction as expected for a man such as himself.

"But that holds true to more than just Bucky. If we are the greatest nation, that means we should be striving to be the greatest with how we deal with one another, seeking to show mercy and kindness to one another instead of looking for reasons to hate and yell at one another. It's my hope that as the world becomes a more dangerous place that we rise above to become a better people that draw ourselves to higher standards and uphold our faith, not use these times to justify being something less than this nation expects or deserves. I know I have to do a lot better to do right by this country and I hope I will. I hope that in that, I'm not alone."

A soft exhale is given to the side so the microphone doesn't pick it up before he concludes with a small smile that seems to carry into his voice, "Thank you for having me on the show, Trish, it was an honor to be here and fun talking with you."

Trish is on the edge of her seat, hanging on every word. She believes the listeners are as well. Not just because it’s dreamy Captain America, but because it’s easy to hear that he’s speaking from the heart. She had given him the floor and he certainly didn’t waste the opportunity.

She had hoped it would be a great interview and she believed it had not only met, but exceeded her expectations. He had been charming, eloquent, insightful, and everything she could ever hope for in a guest. When he finished, she wanted to jump up and shout ‘you’re not alone, I wanna do better too!’, but didn’t. That would not be very professional, not to mention extremely embarrassing.

“I don’t think you’re alone, Steve. I know I certainly feel like I need to start doing better. Too often, we’re quick to judge a situation without getting all the information. That’s a fifty percent chance to be wrong. When you’re talking about something as important as someone’s life, I’d think you’d want to be very sure that you’re in the right. The gentleman I met, and the man that you described here today, deserves far more than to be tossed aside, judged and convicted without even being given a chance to defend himself.”

She takes a deep breath and forces herself to calm down. Getting all hotheaded would not help the situation any. Being rational was a far better way to go.

“Thank you very much for stopping by the show today. You were an absolute delight to have and I thoroughly enjoyed chatting with you. My door is always open to you, whenever you feel like stopping by. There you have it New York, you’ve been asked to reserve judgement, not only by Captain America, but by me as well. Give people a chance. At least one, because you never know, you might just find the best friend you’ll ever have. If you’ve been listening in, hopefully you enjoyed it as much as we did, here at WNEX. We’re going to take a break and come back with Matt Murdock, defence lawyer extraordinaire from Hell’s Kitchen. This is Trish, on ‘Trish Talks’, hoping you’ll be here when we get back.”

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