So I usually don't do this, but I have been poked (@lizabethl) and prodded (@weepingnaiad), so have a bit of a strange WIP. Now from one, two, three perspectives...
Oh, no. Pulse in his throat, Bruce tries to dredge up something innocuous, gesturing to the bustle around them - "Must be strange for you, all of this." - but it's too close to the truth; that this is terrifyingly strange, at least for him.
Maybe a bit embarrassing for Steve, too, judging by the colour high on his cheeks as he turns away and nods at the drill team jogging by. "Well… This is actually kind of familiar."
"Gentleman, you might want to step inside in a minute," Agent Romanov interrupts the moment, and Bruce would hug her if he wasn't rooted where he's standing. Wrist clasped in hand, she nods to each of them in turn. "It's gonna get a little hard to breathe."
"Must be strange for you, all of this."
Not at all. Yeah, it's a new century, everyone he knows is dead, and he's just met the man of his pathetic, decades old dreams, but - on the whole - not too much has changed. Steve's working for a secret government alphabet branch, surrounded by agents and soldiers in the middle of a training camp, standing beside a woman who is always the most dangerous person in the room; he's managed to put his foot in his mouth and is vainly hoping that he can grit his way through this fucking social disaster and make it to the other side without too much embarrassment. On the whole, "Well… This is actually kind of familiar."
"Gentleman, you might want to step inside in a minute," Agent Romanov interrupts the moment, and Steve would slug her if he wasn't convinced she'd kick his ass, feed it to him, and throw him overboard. She nods to each of them in turn, wrist clasped in hand. "It's gonna get a little hard to breathe."
"Gentleman, you might want to step inside in a minute.” Natasha can’t roll her eyes, so she squeezes her wrist in her hand. "It's gonna get a little hard to breathe."
She’s not just referring to the impending lack of atmosphere once they ascend, either. Between her childhood training and working for SHIELD, Natasha’s learned to recognize when people share that sort of connection, and she’s memorized the files for both of these two; Bruce Banner and Steve Rogers hadn’t ever met before today. The last thing she needs is one of them getting overwhelmed and falling off the edge and into one of the engines.
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