"I'm just glad there aren't any nuns," Bucky admitted, shrugging as he looked over at Steve's book. "Got my knuckles bruised enough with rulers. And my hide tanned enough with switches. I think me an' Sister Mary Aquila hated each other about equally. Hey, hand me the math stuff..."

He was good at math. He was good at a lot of school things, but he'd tended not to "work up to his potential", they called it, but he didn't care. He'd made the choice intentionally. No smart guy did okay in the part of town where he lived.