"Screamers." The word sticks like chalk to his tongue.
Steve sets the file down, pushing it across the table toward Olivia, trying to touch it as little as possible. They're an old nightmare. One of his. And of all the horrible things he's seen and read about from the other side, he never, never actually expected anything familiar.
"Arnim Zola's psychics." Breathe. Remember to breathe, remember you're not in an underground lab with your friends at the mercy of a lunatic. "During th- During the Second World War, one of Hydra's scientists experimented with... well, with a lot of things. He conditioned peoples' emotions away, gave them mechanical limbs, tried to make them more like machines. It was his way of improving the human design."
What Steve thinks of that is clear in his tone. He fists his hands on the table. "One of his... projects..." Steve nods at the folder. "It's them. It's those. I fought them."
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Steve sets the file down, pushing it across the table toward Olivia, trying to touch it as little as possible. They're an old nightmare. One of his. And of all the horrible things he's seen and read about from the other side, he never, never actually expected anything familiar.
"Arnim Zola's psychics." Breathe. Remember to breathe, remember you're not in an underground lab with your friends at the mercy of a lunatic. "During th- During the Second World War, one of Hydra's scientists experimented with... well, with a lot of things. He conditioned peoples' emotions away, gave them mechanical limbs, tried to make them more like machines. It was his way of improving the human design."
What Steve thinks of that is clear in his tone. He fists his hands on the table. "One of his... projects..." Steve nods at the folder. "It's them. It's those. I fought them."