“What? Your daddy didn’t hit you hard enough with his belt?” Bucky mocked as he read my police file. More like files. By the time I was 15 the first one was barley holding together. I looked down, pretending to be embarrassed as the team waited for a response. My eyes grew cold as I looked up and responded with a laugh, “More like the crowbar.” Both Steve and Tony’s heads shot up and Buckys expression turned horrified. I laughed and blew a smoke ring at him.