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"A Shield in the Storm: The Captain’s Oath"

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In the twilight of his life, Steve Rogers had finally found peace. His war was over, his shield passed on, and his duty fulfilled—or so he thought. But death was not the end. Summoned beyond time and existence by the One Above All, Steve is given a final mission: to save a world on the brink of destruction. A world of kings and betrayals, of ice and fire. Westeros. To prepare him for the trials ahead, he is reforged—his body restored to its prime, his skills sharpened by the greatest warriors of another realm: the Witchers. Under the tutelage of the long-dead masters of the Wolf, Cat, Griffin, Bear, Viper, Manticore, and Crane schools, Steve learns more than just the art of battle. He learns to harness power in ways he never imagined. Armed with his shield, his reforged spirit, and a weakened Mjolnir—a necessary restraint to keep the balance of this fragile world—he steps into Westeros as Ser Steven of House Rogerson, a sworn bannerman of the Starks. From the cold halls of Winterfell to the deadly games of King’s Landing, from the march of the White Walkers to the whispers of the gods themselves, Steve must navigate a world where honor is a weakness, and righteousness is often met with a blade. But he is Captain America. And even in a world ruled by swords and shadows, he will never stop fighting for what is right. As the storm of war gathers and the Long Night looms, the people of Westeros will learn one truth: A shield can break—but the man who wields it never will.
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As Lex Luthor's Son in Young Justice/DC With Archangel Grace

To be born anew... One would think it a blessing, but to me for the longest it was a curse. A mighty soul they called me, and I was - I certainly still am. For I was a soul that the dying grace of a fallen archangel latched onto. I was reborn with might virtually unending, yet it was still a curse. I was born too strong. My body could not handle my strength, and it fell into a deep sleep. A sleep that was only physical, for my soul did not rest. There was only darkness for so long, and were it not for the echoing hyms of Heaven that my grace hummed I would have perhaps gone mad. That is, until like a dim pinprick a light began to appear within the darkness. It grew brighter day by day, year by year, and with it, I could hear more of the world beyond. I could... I could hear a man calling to me, his voice a incoherent murmer, yet always recognizeable. Always there, everyday. Until finally one day I could understand him. Lex Luthor. My father. His son. That is who I was. Who I will be. ---------------------------- (Author note: This is about a guy, from our world, reborn in DC, but with the grace of Lucifer as he died against Michael!Dean in Supernatural Season 13 episode 22. He was born in a body that couldn't handle his strength and was in a coma for 19 years, till he finally awakes. He's very overpowered, but can't really exercise it, since using too much power will destroy his body, and leave him only as an archangel that can't interact with the physical world. This story will have a lot of slice of life in it, action will be there, but real heavy fighting isn't gonna be a focus as he can't besides in special circumstances. Though, do know, he is Luthor's son. He is a anti-hero and not a hero, as he is the son of a villain, and an archangel who is quite cold to the world when he sees things from such a higher perspective, so will act only in ways that he wants and not out of a sense of duty fo help others or the like. There are more things to say, so please read the auxiliary chapter, well, I hope to see you all later, Bye!)
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