Steve laughs at that: flat out, not a polite or sheepish chuckle. He's used to the awe, the hero worship--having to hide his face so he's not recognized in a lot of inconvenient places...
The thread of cynicism in her shocked tone is actually a little bit refreshing.
"It was an experimental project executed by a branch of the government called the SSR." he explains as the laughter fades, still chuckling a little as he starts off. "There was a German scientist that sought asylum during the war, name of Erskine. He developed this serum to create super soldiers. I couldn't get myself enlisted until I met him at the World's Fair...got me into the program, and I was selected to test it out."
He absently rubs the back of his neck, then pats his own chest with a smile as he takes a deep, deliberate breath. It's still not something he takes for granted, the absence of that ever present rattle, the wheezing being gone...
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The thread of cynicism in her shocked tone is actually a little bit refreshing.
"It was an experimental project executed by a branch of the government called the SSR." he explains as the laughter fades, still chuckling a little as he starts off. "There was a German scientist that sought asylum during the war, name of Erskine. He developed this serum to create super soldiers. I couldn't get myself enlisted until I met him at the World's Fair...got me into the program, and I was selected to test it out."
He absently rubs the back of his neck, then pats his own chest with a smile as he takes a deep, deliberate breath. It's still not something he takes for granted, the absence of that ever present rattle, the wheezing being gone...
"Suffice to say? It worked out all right."