Post by blurryziggy on Feb 25, 2022 17:03:12 GMT -7
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It's time for the Falcon to Fly!
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Home...is both a physical place and a set of feelings. Home is a relationship between materiality and imaginative realms and processes, in which physical location and materiality and feelings and ideas are united and influence each other, rather than being separate and distinct. For Sam Wilson his home was Harlem, he grew up in that neighborhood and always loved living there. But he dreaded the whole situation that encompassed the place, Harlem had once been better and he simply couldn't do much even if he wanted to. Sam Wilson despite his abilities was still a mere man and didn't even know where to start, in his hands were some boxes that he helped carrying into a house, in front of him was Francine, a friend of Sam's who lives next him apartment and did social services and asked him to help her with a task, he came through the door carrying the boxes "You can put them right there on the floor, Sam." She said and so he did and when he stood up again he saw a gentleman sitting in a chair, he was probably around his sixties. "You're the winged guy from the TV, aren't you?"
Questioned the old man and Sam just nodded his head and walked towards him, sitting down a chair. "I think it's amazing you go around flying, but you're forgetting about your own."
"What are you talking about? Who am I forgetting?" Inquires Sam completely confused. The old man just stands up using a cane for support and gives a laugh. "From Harlem, my boy. I think it's amazing you fight for your ideas and alongside great heroes but just like them, you are blind to what happens in your neighborhood. I'm not saying we need a hero but who knows one would come in handy." For a moment such words made Sam thoughtful and it riveted his thoughts for the morning of how he wanted to fly lower and especially to be closer to what was his home. His gaze was fixed on the ground as thoughts seemed to flood his mind. He promptly lifted his gaze and sketched a smile on his lips and so embraced the old man. "I'll take notes on that and it was as you said...Maybe I need to fly lower."
The conversation with the old man made Sam thoughtful, it was already later since what occurred and he was above a Harlem building with his wings retracted and Redwing resting on his left arm, Sam fixed his glasses with his free hands, and made a gesture for Redwing to take off, the bird took off with a single flap of its wings and was followed by Sam who jumped and made his wings spread and with the sunlight bathing the hero like Icarus flying after escaping from the Labyrinth, Sam fled from his doubts but was careful not to fly too close to the sun. And so he glided very close to the people of Harlem and could see some of them filming him and looking impressed. Wilson felt free like a bird indeed and on his lips was a smile, he did not think that few words would motivate him so much and he should be grateful and was ready to give back to those people .... his family.
"What are you talking about? Who am I forgetting?" Inquires Sam completely confused. The old man just stands up using a cane for support and gives a laugh. "From Harlem, my boy. I think it's amazing you fight for your ideas and alongside great heroes but just like them, you are blind to what happens in your neighborhood. I'm not saying we need a hero but who knows one would come in handy." For a moment such words made Sam thoughtful and it riveted his thoughts for the morning of how he wanted to fly lower and especially to be closer to what was his home. His gaze was fixed on the ground as thoughts seemed to flood his mind. He promptly lifted his gaze and sketched a smile on his lips and so embraced the old man. "I'll take notes on that and it was as you said...Maybe I need to fly lower."
The conversation with the old man made Sam thoughtful, it was already later since what occurred and he was above a Harlem building with his wings retracted and Redwing resting on his left arm, Sam fixed his glasses with his free hands, and made a gesture for Redwing to take off, the bird took off with a single flap of its wings and was followed by Sam who jumped and made his wings spread and with the sunlight bathing the hero like Icarus flying after escaping from the Labyrinth, Sam fled from his doubts but was careful not to fly too close to the sun. And so he glided very close to the people of Harlem and could see some of them filming him and looking impressed. Wilson felt free like a bird indeed and on his lips was a smile, he did not think that few words would motivate him so much and he should be grateful and was ready to give back to those people .... his family.