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It was a weird sort of echo, Steve thought. A little too similar to all the stories he'd heard during the war. A little too close to home, in too many ways.
Opposing the accords had been the right choice. Finding Bucky had been the right choice. And both had been worth losing his shield, and his nation's respect.
Not that it didn't suck.
T'Challa had offered them permanent residence, if not citizenship, and they'd both accepted.
Steve felt weird, being considered "un-american", after so many years of being used for propaganda. Felt weird losing citizenship.
But they were safe.