[Sam Wilson. That rings a stronger bell, plucks at the strings in his head and sets them vibrating. One of the other minds deeply connected to his own. Broodmate. Comrade. Can you scoot your chair up? Watching Steve from the back seat of a very cramped car. Steve and Sam crouched in a similarly fitting hole in the wall.
Bucky blinks over at Steve with a growing familiarity. Steve was smaller, Steve---] You didn't go to war?
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Bucky blinks over at Steve with a growing familiarity. Steve was smaller, Steve---] You didn't go to war?