"The scarring?" Steve's fingers started to massage as he watched her face.

He snorted and shook his head with a soft chuckle, "Well, when we were little there really were still horses in the street. And you can't imagine how nasty me and Bucky got when were like five. We really did run around without shoes most of the time and we played in filth because it was fun. Bucky's mom made the best sounds when we'd show up for lunch . . ."