"That is..." I blink a few times, looking down at my hands, absently digging my thumb into my palm.
"That is not entirely dissimilar to what happened to me, but a few things are markedly different. The last day of the war for me was in May, 1945, when Private James Barnes and I pursued intel we'd been given about an experimental drone plane being launched by Baron Heinrich Zemo. It was rigged to explode, and when we intercepted it, it did, over the north Atlantic."
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Date: 2011-11-17 05:58 am (UTC)"That is..." I blink a few times, looking down at my hands, absently digging my thumb into my palm.
"That is not entirely dissimilar to what happened to me, but a few things are markedly different. The last day of the war for me was in May, 1945, when Private James Barnes and I pursued intel we'd been given about an experimental drone plane being launched by Baron Heinrich Zemo. It was rigged to explode, and when we intercepted it, it did, over the north Atlantic."