Steve shrugged, a little embarrassed about the whole thing, now. It seemed so cheesy, after seeing all the things people were used to now. "There's not much to tell, honestly. It was a stage show, set up to get people to donate to the war. 'Each bond is a bullet in the barrel of your best guy's gun.'"

He remembered lots of camera flashes, during the show as well as the long, tedious lines where he stood and held crying babies and let girls kiss him on the cheek while the cameras went off, and said ruefully, "Oh... I'm sure there are, somewhere. If you're really lucky, there's probably some film footage, too." He wasn't expecting to be lucky enough that any there might have been would've been tossed by now, anyway. "I'm sure some of the other promotional films I made survived somewhere, anyway."

Only after he said it did he realize the ammunition he'd just given Rogue, and got a frantic look on his face.