[He finally pushes himself up off the bed, leaving a red smear behind him where he's bled through his clothing. Not that he's showing any signs of pain or fatigue at all, just staring at Steve as if he isn't sure what to do.]
I went to the museum, I saw myself protecting you. Were you my handler once?
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[He finally pushes himself up off the bed, leaving a red smear behind him where he's bled through his clothing. Not that he's showing any signs of pain or fatigue at all, just staring at Steve as if he isn't sure what to do.]
I went to the museum, I saw myself protecting you. Were you my handler once?