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[STEVE]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]There was always someone who wanted to take advantage. If this were a better world, maybe that wouldn't be the case, but it was in the nature of many to exploit and hurt. Where there were those capable of compassion and kindness, there were bullies for each one with none of that. It was up to them to look out for each other, to help the little guy -Steve was aware that, in terms of size, 5 out of 6 times he was the little guy- whoever they were. He'd always done his best to extend a hand, whether it was by distracting the aggressors or...giving them something else to beat up on. That was usually how it went, when Steve interfered; they abandoned whoever they'd picked on to push him around instead. He wondered if it was something about his face, or maybe it was his size and the idea that they couldn't lose against someone smaller. Physically, sure, they'd walk away with nothing to nurse later, but not with their original victim.

Steve figured something had to be said for that, right? Better him than anyone else.

It was why he never hesitated to throw himself in, no matter how the odds looked -he couldn't quit- and whoever this guy was, he was bad news. Steve knew the look pretty well by now, and Bucky was scared, begging. He didn't know the panther who attacked the lion, but he wasn't about to let the time he bought them go wasted, so the small feline ran as fast as he could, placing himself between Bucky and his assailant. "Hey, c'mon, let's get outta here," Steve urged through panting, "You're gonna make it, but we gotta go first."