"Would you believe me if I said celebrity superheroine?" She feels as if that photogenic grins she gives Sam would be a little more picture-perfect if half her face weren't melted off. She gets a bit more serious for a moment. "I mean, the more accurate thing would be televised mercenary."

And she has plenty of guilt to carry around from that, for just taking orders and paychecks and not asking questions. It wasn't even that she trusted her agent to make the moral calls; it was that she didn't, back then, care much about ethics, about anything but getting a short high in her life before she crashed it into a wall.

She nods. She knows about Captain America. His reputation precedes him.

"Can you believe it, but sometimes I feel like the only one who's got untwisted here."