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“What’s the point?” he asks, rubbing his hands over his face in frustration. “I already know how’ta do it, so why bother with these exercises?”

The homework laid out in front of him was a handwriting exercise; cursive. Every student in the third grade was required to do them, even if you’ve already done them in a previous school.

“It’s dumb.”

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❝——How are we supposed to trust you?❞

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“Don’t move. I am armed and I will attack you if you come any closer.”

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“I’m not so certain that would be the best course of action here, Miss...?”

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“My childhood spat back out the monster that you see”

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His head lulls along to her words, understanding what those words mean – they resonate through him, echoing, rebounding, pinging off particular memories. He remembers Bucky, BOY WONDER, falling from that plane, a childhood ruined as he’s thrust into the life of a soldier, under the thumb of a protective father; he remembers the Winter Soldier, refusing to recognize who he was, resigning himself to the monstrosity that HYDRA has constructed. He sees that same resignation in her and there is a piece of him that shatters, loathing that look of desperation, self-hatred and pity, mingling with a deep, aching sadness. The Captain reaches out, without thought, to clasp a large hand on her shoulder and to give it a gentle squeeze.

“You’re more than that I have seen hell and all it’s monsters, but you’re – you’re not one of them.”