[Steve's frown deepens at that. His eyes travel up Bucky's arm, but he can't see where it joins his shoulder, or the mess of scar tissue there. He can imagine it though.]
I'm gonna make 'em pay. [He doesn't know how or win. All of that's really irrelevant as far as he's concerned. He's going to do it. Steve's fingers travel up a little.] Can you feel that any?
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I'm gonna make 'em pay. [He doesn't know how or win. All of that's really irrelevant as far as he's concerned. He's going to do it. Steve's fingers travel up a little.] Can you feel that any?