"I burned everything they had," Steve admitted, still not regretting it, but perhaps for the slightest second.
"Or at least I set it all on fire. I think most of it probably went up. There was no way to get it out with me, so it was the next best thing. But I remember a lot of it."
Steve's body hadn't been the only thing to improve under the potions. His memory had never been poor, but now it was excellent, at times bordering on photographic.
"It didn't hurt that they seemed to just think I was dumb, along with being small. They talked about the work they were doing, while I was in the room."