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[orangetoughguy]

"Motherfucker, I'm trying to watch The Lost Boys."

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[punchedhitler]

She was his friend. His best one here, outside of me.

She's gone, though. She thought we didn't have to hide.

[Freddy the network isn't just trying to catch Eames masturbating, get a life]

[orangetoughguy]

[Oh Steeb that's not porn that's comedy.]

Yeah well she's not you and I'll bet she doesn't know where you come from. Do you think you could go back to having things the way they were if you went home?

[punchedhitler]

I go back home and nothing's the same.

Bucky's not there.

[orangetoughguy]

I guess that's not sinking in for him huh?

[D'oh that's right the guy's still in the ice 8(]

[punchedhitler]

I'm not ashamed of him.

He's the best thing I have.

[orangetoughguy]

It's not about being ashamed of what you've got.

[So Freddy tells himself.]

It's not always about shame. Sometimes you can't fix the bullshit you've got flying around you and you've got more than one battle on your plate. You end up picking only one fight cause if you take'em all you end up no good to anybody.

[punchedhitler]

[He's quiet]

Is that what happens with you?

[orangetoughguy]

[Puff puff. Where's the ashtray.]

Kind of. Not here. Back home...I don't think anybody understands it's fucking hard being...you know...having what you've got and being kind of this enforcer.

[But wait, Steve's not a cop. Not really.]

But hey it could be different for you you're Captain America, who's going to fuck with you? Who doesn't love Cap? How private you wanna be's up to you...you're not ashamed it's just nobody else's business.

[Except Freddy Newendyke's hur hur.]

Sorry I'm kind of shit when it comes to this stuff.

[punchedhitler]

[He pushes over a glass ashtray.]

I've only been -

This isn't me. I still feel like that skinny kid who no one looked twice at.

[orangetoughguy]

[Tap tap on the tray.]

What isn't you?

[punchedhitler]

I still think it's strange that people get excited to meet me.

[orangetoughguy]

What would you prefer they hate you on sight?

[punchedhitler]

No!

When you were undercover, didn't it feel strange? To have people look at you completely differently?

[orangetoughguy]

Yeah. No. It was my job to make them look at me as anything but a cop.

[Or is Steve referring to other people, outside of his marks, like when he came here and told everyone he was a fucking process server.]

[punchedhitler]

And everyone else?

[orangetoughguy]

Everyone else's gotta believe it to keep'em safe, right?

[punchedhitler]

But doesn't it make you feel strange?

[orangetoughguy]

I dunno...a little, maybe, but it's my job. To catch bad guys.

[And get people killed. And get left to bleed by your own department. And get old men heartbroken. Hum maybe that wasn't what he really meant to say.]

[punchedhitler]

[A pause, a consideration. It was never his job, really. His job was to get rid of Nazis, that's all.]

I'm sorry I thought you would do that. Or that you would let Bucky do that.

[orangetoughguy]

[The change of subject works for him.]

I wouldn't make out with your guy. [Freddy insists.] A guy who happens to look like your guy on the other hand...

[Come on Cap, you know you want to talk about how hot Bucky is.]

[punchedhitler]

That's fair game?

[He looks down at the photo]

So did everyone else in Brooklyn.

[orangetoughguy]

[Wat. He's looking at Steve. Just kind of looking. Then...]

You know they have tests for that kind of thing right?

[punchedhitler]

What?

[orangetoughguy]

Tests...

[..........]

For when you've been around every block in Brooklyn...can't ever be too careful you know.

[punchedhitler]

No! It's not like that!