It's a Bean Sprout, Not Captain America

There was a man who was determined, honest, and kind. God gave him wonderful qualities and a powerful spirit, but forgot to give him a strong body to match. He was short, frail, and constantly sick. He wasn't even as strong as a girl. But she loved him: for his clear, resolute eyes, for his failed but selfless attempt to play the hero and save a damsel in distress, and above all, for his warm soul. Darling, she doesn't care about Captain America. Can she have her bean sprout back? P.S. This is purely a story where the author gives herself a little sugar. It may contain OOC. If that's not your thing, feel free to leave; no pressure. Forcing an argument will only hurt everyone. Please don't make personal attacks!