"You expected anything less?" Steve asked, scrubbing a hand over his own increasingly dark blonde hair. "Usual blonde hair, blue eyes...just a lot more soft and shapely. Looked like the kinda dame who'd never give me the time of day before the Serum." The years had taken away enough of the sting of that to make it an easy topic to joke about with a friend, as accepted a fact of life as that he'd been beaten up behind nearly every building and down every alley in Brooklyn before Erskine had taken a chance on him. "'Course," he admitted after a moment, "I was always more partial to brunettes."