"No, he was. Super-soldier. Enhanced by a serum." Said with a continued frown as they dredge up the details of that final briefing. At least this has finally supplanted the film reel of explosions and dead people in the back of their mind. "Wanted to stop HYDRA, destroy the helicarrier. Said if he didn't, millions would die. I. Didn't care. Even if it was true. That wasn't my mission."

The plates in the metal arm are shifting again with discomfort, and the Soldier finishes off the cigarette with one last breath, then grounds it out on one of the plates on the back of its hand, so no ash falls on the pew or the floor. "He kept talking to me. As if that would make me stop."