['Anna' fidgets, fussing with a stray thread at the hem of her hoodie. She doesn't hear the plea, has no reason to suspect it might be there, but Natasha does, and she's the one that reaches out to cover his hand with her own.
No one needs to know that she's double-checking her initial analysis as to whether or not it's flesh or a vibranium alloy.]
He crashed a plane.
[It's odd, to be telling this story. After all, she learned it in Russia, where it wasn't nearly as revered as it was Stateside. She hated the name 'Captain America' on principle once upon a time.]
The war ends on May 8th. This happened a few days before, there were... bombs, I think, on a plane headed to America. It crashed while he was somewhere above the arctic circle, and he was lost for seventy years. But he survived - the serum, you know? And a couple years ago, for me, an expedition found him and brought him home. He's working with the army now, I think.
[Quietly,]
I'm sorry. I wish I knew more, but he's a pretty private guy. He doesn't really do interviews or anything.
no subject
No one needs to know that she's double-checking her initial analysis as to whether or not it's flesh or a vibranium alloy.]
He crashed a plane.
[It's odd, to be telling this story. After all, she learned it in Russia, where it wasn't nearly as revered as it was Stateside. She hated the name 'Captain America' on principle once upon a time.]
The war ends on May 8th. This happened a few days before, there were... bombs, I think, on a plane headed to America. It crashed while he was somewhere above the arctic circle, and he was lost for seventy years. But he survived - the serum, you know? And a couple years ago, for me, an expedition found him and brought him home. He's working with the army now, I think.
[Quietly,]
I'm sorry. I wish I knew more, but he's a pretty private guy. He doesn't really do interviews or anything.