[ Bucky sees the look on Steve's face— and the look on Steve's face, behind him, just going on about his business like a moving picture. Bucky, for his part, reaches his hands up in front of his face, blinking his fingers. Namor doesn't seem to notice, and Namor would notice. "Are you mocking me, boy?" he'd say, and somehow arch his eyebrows higher. ]
I'm taking it you don't remember all this?
[ Bucky's remembering more, as ]
This was— '43. September, has to be. After the business with Zola, before the Yankees beat the Cards.
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[ Bucky sees the look on Steve's face— and the look on Steve's face, behind him, just going on about his business like a moving picture. Bucky, for his part, reaches his hands up in front of his face, blinking his fingers. Namor doesn't seem to notice, and Namor would notice. "Are you mocking me, boy?" he'd say, and somehow arch his eyebrows higher. ]
I'm taking it you don't remember all this?
[ Bucky's remembering more, as ]
This was— '43. September, has to be. After the business with Zola, before the Yankees beat the Cards.
[ Jeez, so much has happened since then. ]