My Dream Last Night.

I was the son of Captain America. I was Captain America Jr. and he was Senior and I had taken over the position, while he ran things higher up in the organization (whatever that was). Anyway, there was a threat of terrorists with a nuclear bomb, and he needed my help, and I refused because--GET THIS--I had to go finish my last shift at Rogers Video. I could NOT miss my three hour shift, for the chance for action and adventure and being Captain America. And then I woke up and realized how lame I am.