Sam realized too late that she still hadn't crossed out the dig at Bucky. Just as well Scrappy didn't seem interested. She shut the journal, sliding it away from her on the counter. "Maybe," she said, although it made no real sense. "Or maybe there's a pattern. Haven't really figured that part out yet."

There were rumblings, though.

"Some people think they're building an army. And your world has the most badass people..."