33 Apocalypse Avenue, Basement, Thursday Evening

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Steve was working on his lesson plans for Patriotism Yay! when the music started.

Oooh, oooh, American tale
One hand free, one on the rail
What if we march us to the grave?
What if we make reason an act of treason?
Fear drags hope back to the cave.

"Don't remind me," Steve grumbled at wherever the music was coming from. Then the music changed.

Carry on my wayward son,
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more

"..." said Steve. Okay, now someone was just messing with him. "I tried that and I got shot." Unfortunately, a search of the basement turned up three SHIELD listening devices he hadn't found on previous searches and nothing playing music. So this was just weird. He gave up on getting actual work done with the universe tormenting him through song and decided to do push-ups instead. To the dulcet tones of...was that Mary Chapin Carpenter?

I'm a stranger here
No one you would know
My ship has not come in
But I keep hoping though

And I keep looking past
The sun that sets above
Saying to myself
Goodnight America