He signed up for a program that was trying to make a secret weapon to make Hitler shit his pants. An army of genuine super soldiers.

[He says it without quite being bitter, but he's never really been sure of what to think about the idea of just anyone who passed the physical getting the treatment. I mean, we saw what it did when it worked on someone who was kind of a bad apple from the start.]

They just got Steve. The stuff they treated him with made him grow a foot taller and put on a good hundred pounds in about three minutes. [And when Bucky'd asked, Steve said it hurt "a little", which he's always figured was bullshit.

(What Zola did to him hurt a lot.)

He stops to shine the light down a bend in the path, just to be sure they're not walking right into something terrible before continuing on. It looks like more of the same.]

I'm just glad he's not gonna croak on me next time a bad flu goes through the neighborhood.