[ 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 .

The slightly orange tanned corgi pulled up in his black tinted SUV. He could see Mr. Rogers inside his house having his morning toast. Soon, Rogers would open the front door and retrieve his newspaper. They thought they knew Mr. Rogers but they were wrong. 
 
 For years the Council of Corgis have been planning the hit on Mr. Rogers. But due to his dedication to the TV show, they could never get to him in the hotel or at the studio. But after 4 years he's finally taken a vacation and now was the time. The corgi placed its paw on the glove compartment box and it clicked open. He attached the suppressor onto the P230. It had to be me, he thought. 
 
 4 years ago the CoC investigated the mysterious deaths of one of their agents. That corgi agent had served Captain America for years as a in field agent. Something went wrong however when the Captain retired. After losing contact with the agent, the missing corgi was found dead with a gunshot wound near some train tracks. Many respects to the former agent Cassie, a corgi shepard mix. After 2 years of investigation, we were finally able to match the scent from Cassie to the sweater of Mr. Rogers. What unspeakable knowledge did Cassie posses from the Civil War that lead Mr. Rogers to kill her wondered the corgi sitting in the SUV. 
 
 Mr. Rogers rose up from his breakfast table and the corgi lost sight for him. Moments later the front door opened and Rogers walked out lightheartedly as he greeted a child playing in the neighbors yard. The corgi could see Rogers say mouth `` Play is really the work of childhood''. He shook his furry head, must have been some sort of indoctrination for the people living here. As Rogers bent down with outstretched hands suddenly three bullets wizzed through the air hitting him in the chest. The SUV screeched to life as it peeled away down the street. The child was still happily playing in the neighbors yard, oblivious to Mr. Rogers bleeding out on the sidewalk.
