Chuckling and wincing- though his wound was hurting less and less with each passing moment and the questions were sufficiently distracting- Nick smiled at Billy but shook his head. "We met a few times but didn't actually fight together. I was just a kid back then. Younger than you. I was sixteen when I enlisted, tall for my age, lied and they didn't much care, they just needed bodies. We were in segregated units, so it's not like I would've had the opportunity to fight with him." Nick pulled out the flask and tipped it towards his lips but paused when he realized it was nearly empty and instead he passed it over to Tony to finish it. "For you, kid, who do you like better? 'Your' Fury and Stark or us?"