Steve narrowed his eyes at her. "You know, it would have been easier to make you proud of me if I'd been able to remember what would have made you proud. You lost any right to complain when you too my memories away."
Now, remembering, it hurt that she had done such a thing. They'd been friends. She had changed his life, made him believe he could be a hero, that he could make a difference, even as he had been before the serum. But then she had taken it all away again.
"I wanted to help people," he said. "I saved lives. Men got to go home safe and sound. Erskine's formula made that possible. I'm not just a weapon." A good man. That was the promise he'd made. Why didn't she see that?