[ WP ] After years of battles hard fought , at the close of a Civil War , Steve Rogers retires from the Avengers . Hanging up his shield and uniform , he settles down in a quiet little neighborhood , where he is known as simply as Mr. Rogers .

`` Steve, I give it a week before you try to suit up again, and I am telling you it is not happening.'' 
 
 Nick Fury leaned forward in his chair, more annoyed than angry, but he looked exasperated. 
 
 `` You have got to give yourself some time. We might be able to rejuvenate the Super Soldier serum eventually, but I ca n't promise you anything.'' 
 
 Steve Rogers sat silently with his hands folded across his lap. 
 
 `` I thought Hank Pym and Reed were both working on the serum's degeneration problem?'' he asked. 
 
 `` They are,'' Fury replied, `` but Reed told me some of the research he needs has gone missing. He said it probably disappeared during the temporal event.'' 
 
 `` Like my shield?'' 
 
 `` Yes. We're still figuring out how that went down, but what else would you expect from a Dr. Doom plot?'' 
 
 `` Hmph,'' Steve grunted in annoyance. `` Well, I suppose I can find some way to help in the meantime. You're going to need help coordinating your field age-'' 
 
 `` Hold it right there, Captain,'' Fury cut him off, placing extra emphasis on Steve's rank. `` Like I said, you are going to take some time off. Your body needs to readjust to its current physiological state, and there is no way I am risking your mental health during that process.'' 
 
 `` Just because I look like an old man, Fury, does n't mean I lost my capacity to think big,'' Steve retorted. 
 
 Fury waved him off as he stood up and walked to the living room window. 
 
 `` We still do n't know the full effects Doom's machine might have had on anyone exposed to the rays or whatever that thing was shooting at us,'' Fury said. `` Both Richards and Strange have expressed concern for everyone's mental state. Given what we know to have happened with the very existence of certain information, let alone people and physical objects, I'm inclined to agree.'' 
 
 `` Carol seems to be perfectly fine,'' Steve replied. 
 
 `` Captain Marvel's past encounter with, uh, that Cajun chick --'' Fury paused. `` Damn, I ca n't remember her name, or her powers. Anyway, her past seems to have remained mostly intact, and the event that drained her of her memories appears to have helped her avoid any ill effects.'' 
 
 `` I guess she's one of the lucky ones.'' 
 
 `` You could say that. Personally I think Banner got the best deal. We just have to keep him from building another gamma bomb now.'' 
 
 Steve smiled at the thought, and turned to look out the window. The house was located in an idyllic cul-de-sac neighborhood in the Midwestern United States. Even though he loved the atmosphere, it was the last place he wanted to be. He turned back to Fury. 
 
 `` Fury, I know you're doing what you think is best, but I just know I ca n't sit idly by while the world recovers from what we brought upon them.'' 
 
 Fury sighed, sitting back down. 
 
 `` So that's the way it is?'' he asked, hoping Steve's mind would snap to his way of seeing things. 
 
 `` You can bet your bottom dollar,'' Steve replied, his face unchanged. 
 
 Fury threw his hands up slightly, almost as if he was surrendering, and leaned over to grab the briefcase he had set down beside his chair. He thumbed through the contents for a few seconds before producing a folder with the words *CLASSIFIED CONTENT: MEDIA CONTINGENCY PLAN* emblazoned across the front. 
 
 `` Well,'' Fury began anew. `` I expected you would put up a fight, so I had our communications department come up with a few options based on what we could determine to be missing from the, uh, entertainment industry after the Event.'' 
 
 Fury handed the folder to Steve, who opened it to find a proposal for a TV show. After several minutes of examining the pages, Steve looked up. 
 
 `` A public television show for children?'' Steve asked quizzically. 
 
 Fury nodded. 
 
 `` We were able to determine a few of the memory gaps left in the public's collective consciousness and which shows and movies no longer existed. Do n't ask me how we still have records on their existence, but as far as we're concerned, so long as there's no public knowledge they never happened. It's made some of the communication team members giddy. They keep going on about a show called *Firefly*, or something.'' 
 
 Steve raised his eyebrows. 
 
 `` This is, uh, definitely an interesting idea for a television show, based on what I can tell. Then again, we only had movie theaters back in my day, so what do I know?'' 
 
 `` I think this would be good for you, Steve,'' Fury replied encouragingly. `` The communications team felt that the country, and the world, really, would benefit from someone shining some positivity into their lives. Given what's happened, I think good old fashioned happiness is what the kids could really use, and you are the perfect person to express that.'' 
 
 `` Me?'' Steve furrowed his brow. How would an old man like me show kids happiness?'' 
 
 `` I think you know how. You would just be yourself. Well, you'll have to do it under a different name, just in case we suddenly have to take you off the air because you become Captain America again.'' 
 
 Steve thought for a minute before finally nodding in agreement. 
 
 `` All right, when do I start?'' he asked. 
 
 `` Give yourself a few more days to recover, and if we do n't figure out how to switch on the serum by then, I'll send Agent McFeely over to get you started,'' Fury replied. 
 
 Standing up again, Fury walked to the window one last time to remote start his SUV. 
 
 `` All right, I think I can do that,'' Steve said with a small smile. `` Just one question, before you go.'' 
 
 Fury turned. 
 
 `` The proposal did n't list a name for the show. What do we call it?'' 
 
 Fury turned back to look out the window and surveyed the houses around the cul-de-sac. He thought for a minute and then smiled. 
 
 `` We'll call it'Mister Rogers' Neighborhood.'''
