Well, it will be hard to go through and dig out just the memories of Steve Rogers, but he thinks he could. He thinks they might all have the same signature of love, glowing and buried deep in the recesses of his memories, beckoning to be shoved into the forefront and cover all the other nasty memories.

"If you want, I could try finding another one," he says. It seems that this blond man, the frail one, might be a key to unlocking all the nice things tucked away behind the veneer. Everything else-- time, the scientists, the handlers, everything about his own identity is negative or unsure or sad. Only Steve is solid.