The action of Steve wiping his bloody nose like that made the soldier pause. He'd... seen that before. He knew he had--countless times, he was suddenly aware. As his mind raced to pull on that thread of memory and stitch the pieces together into something coherent, the tension left his shoulders and he stared at Steve unblinkingly, mouth slightly open. By the time his name was mentioned, he'd already tuned the outside world out.
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