"Mine as well," I say, tone darkening somewhat. The casualties of the attempts to recreate the super soldier serum- not just in those that were directly affected but in those who have suffered the collateral damage of those attempts- far outweigh whatever value I held.

That's something I've always known. After the war, it ceased being a matter of merely playing my part and making the most of the gift I had been given. There were things I had to balance out, by wielding the shield.

"That's why they pulled Bucky out of the water. They thought they were getting their hands on a super soldier, what would have been the only one, with my death. It's hard to keep track, the things that have been done to-"

In the name of creating a new formula, a better formula, of replicating the original or possessing it's secret. I bite the sentence off. No need to follow it to its end. I stifle a sigh and press my mouth to my knuckles.