“Not a perfect soldier, but a good man.”
Steve Rogers may be a superhuman who could jump off planes without parachutes, but he’s also just a kid from Brooklyn.
Clark Kent may be a god who shoots fire from his eyes, but he’s also just a farm boy from Smallville.
“Make a better world than ours.”
Steve Rogers, orphaned and frail and impoverished, who would speak up when nobody would, who would fight and claw at bullies twice his own size, who would throw himself over a rogue grenade to protect his comrades.
Clark Kent, lost and hated and rejected, who would risk exposure rather than stop helping people, who would let bullies punch him rather than hurt them, who would inspire his own tormentor because of kindness instead of bitterness.
They do not become Superman or Captain America because of that emblazoned S or that star-spangled shield. But because of who they are before the world gets to know them. Because of who they are since the very beginning of their stories, and who they have continued to be, despite all the struggles and difficulties.