Bucky Barnes/Toro Raymond, "If something were to happen to me, all the world's women would grieve!" (Edgar Roni Figaro, Final Fantasy VI)
“If we died, do you think anyone would actually care?”
“What?” Bucky rolled over to gaze at Toro, who was staring the ceiling.
“If we died, all us, the invaders, would any one actually care?”
“Course they would.”
“Who?”
Bucky shrugged. “Command.”
Toro snorted. “Just stick some other kids in costume, and they’d probably glad to be rid of the Namor headache.”
Bucky conceded. “Roger. Lord Falsworth”
“O.K. anyone else?”
Bucky frowned, rummaging around. There was his sister, but after what they’d said the last time they were together, he wasn’t honestly sure she would. “What about that resistant dame Cap’s running around with? She’d care.”
“Only until the next GI comes around.” Toro winced as Bucky poked him in the arm.
“It’s kinda depressing isn’t How few people would actually care if we vanished off the face of the earth tomorrow?”
“I’d care.” Bucky rolled over. “I think a lot of people would.”
“Why?”
Bucky shrugged. “Cause you’re good looking?”