Steve curled up, his knees pulled up close to him, his head resting in them. "If you are going to kill me, could you please just do it already? I'm so tired of fighting."

Steve looked up at his friend then.

"Although, I wondered why you bothered to save me if you are just going to kill me now?"

Steve glanced up quickly, "I'm sick of being fucking used," He said bitterly. "Everything I thought I knew was based on a lie. How would you feel?"