"Didn't get into this for the medals," he mutters, so quiet he's not even sure Steve'll hear him. Letting out a sigh, he finally takes a seat, sliding the shield off from his back, and setting it carefully down between them, though it'd take a helluva lot more than some jostling around to damage the thing.
"It wasn't your fault, you know. Tenenbaum. The girls."
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Date: 2011-08-03 10:16 pm (UTC)"It wasn't your fault, you know. Tenenbaum. The girls."