"I used to get those a lot, you know. Fever dreams. When I had my body it never could keep up with what I was asking of it. I got sick so often. There wasn't the treatments available like there are now. I couldn't have afforded it anyway. I'd be sicker than a dog trying to convince Bucky...of whatever I was.."

It still aches. Dust underneath his fingernails. Steve swallows his hitched breath. Sighs instead into his own lap.

"Never mind. He didn't alter it, no. It's been so long. I don't know if I can be that man, anymore."