Pressure washing was important for keeping a place clean on the outside. Kept mold from growing on it. Kept the insects from setting up their own houses in the siding. Kept it clean in a way no one could protest which was what the soldier wanted: to keep things clean.
He couldn't clean himself up, but he could clean up Hope Springs. This place? It could count on him to be a good handyman. His father may have been a good person if he'd stuck around to be a repairman rather than having to head off to be a hero. Sometimes, it felt as if he'd always blamed the man for leaving him alone with his mother.
Was that his normal feeling for his father? Was it HYDRA? Did any of his thoughts come from him?
Snorting, he stated flatly, "Not anymore. I take it you knew him? My brain doesn't have anything in there with your face stamped on it which means if I did meet you? Before? You've been scrubbed away just like the mold on the side of this building."
She was pretty. Had they dated? From the way she called him "sergeant" he doubted it. Ex-lovers tended to use a person's first name. Steve threw it around all the time and they'd only been friends. This woman? She'd likely known him in the service. Maybe she'd saved his life. Maybe he'd saved hers. It didn't matter. Not anymore. He wasn't that person anymore.