My Summary:
Bucky is a wounded war veteran living with his pal Nat. She persuades him to get his amputee stump and burn scars covered by tattooing. Enter Steve Rogers, comic book artist and tattoo artist extraordinaire, also a vet. Magic ensues.
Excerpt:
“But, you know,” Steve begins, “I’m a practical guy. I’m not so much into art for art’s sake. Tattoos are practical art. Comic books are practical art. It’s art in motion.”
“So you’re a comic book artist too?” Bucky asks.
“Yep,” Steve replies, and then points around the room at the walls covered in comic pages.
“Wait, so you drew all of these?”
“Most of it, yeah. Marvel puts me on Captain America duty mostly, kind of their twisted little joke.”
“Because you’re basically just like him?”
Steve huffs a laugh. “Thanks, but I’m not as much like him as I look. I think Captain America stands for everything I thought war would be but isn’t. So I have this kind of…love-hate relationship with him now.”
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