"Buck." I looked up and saw Steve and Sam looking at me. "Do you remember me?" Steve asked.

"Your mom's name is Sarah," I replied, recalling the memory. "You used to wear newspapers in your shoes."

"You can't read that in a museum," Steve said quietly to Sam.

"Just like that," Sam said back, "we're suppose to be cool?"

"Where's (y/n)?" I asked quietly. "Is she alright?"

"She's still in at the faucility, Buck," Steve told me. He didn't say anything more.

"But is she alright? Steve, please tell me."

"She was shot in the lower spine back in Bucharest. She's paralyzed from the waist down."

I sighed and put my head down.

I didn't want her to get involved. If she hadn't met me, she wouldn't have gotten hurt. It's all my fault.