He blinks. He should have known who would rise to face him, honestly. But seeing his old friend, now a rotting corpse, still dressed in the uniform he gave so much for... his face contorts in anger.
He raises his blasters and opens fire, aware the Steve-zombie will be able to use his shield for defense, but also aware that it will at least keep him on the defense.
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