Shaking her head, Sam leaned over to help pick up the mess, letting a curtain of blue curls fall in front of her face. The wig was a hell of her own making, most of the time. But it occasionally provided a useful service.
Or something.
"I've never been hit by a car before," she muttered. "I hear it's not a lot of fun. Worse than getting shot, but not as bad as being lit on fire."
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But that was kind of Bucky's way, wasn't it?
Shaking her head, Sam leaned over to help pick up the mess, letting a curtain of blue curls fall in front of her face. The wig was a hell of her own making, most of the time. But it occasionally provided a useful service.
Or something.
"I've never been hit by a car before," she muttered. "I hear it's not a lot of fun. Worse than getting shot, but not as bad as being lit on fire."
Wow, her smalltalk sucked.