[ Sam would rather take them somewhere else, and Steve has no problem with that. It's not like he particularly wants to sit here in the barracks, as if it's 1943 all over again, while also knowing that he's on a whole other planet. He barely even knows the specifics of this war and what they're fighting for beyond some talk about the Singularity, Thorne, and Solvunn — all terms that mean very little to him.
But they'll get there. If Sam's been here for a while, and it sounds like that's the case, then Steve can get the information he needs from the most trusted of sources.
It's all too easy to fall in at Sam's side as they walk. On his left.
(That phrase had been music to his ears just a few days ago, when he finally knew that all of their efforts to collect the stones from throughout time had not been for nothing.)
Sam has a friendly rapport with the soldiers posted around the outpost, and it's yet another testament to the fact that he's established himself here and that he's had the time to do that. Steve is positive that Sam's opinions about this war effort are complicated (as his own will be, once he has the full picture), and yet he's gone to the trouble of remaining on their good sides, of not making enemies or burning bridges.
Then comes the answer to his question. Sam's been here a whole year, and Steve can't stop his head from whipping to glance at him as they walk. It's not five years, but it's still a year, and at this point it feels as if they'll constantly be out of sync, never quite on the same page.
He's heard mention of Thorne, mainly in dark tones among the soldiers here, but doesn't know much more than that. So different countries are performing these summonings, arming themselves with people they think will be able to contribute their knowledge or strength. This is on a wide scale, and it isn't just about them — about the Avengers. It's bigger than that.
As they step through the door and outside, Steve draws in a breath, but it's not particularly refreshing in this dry desert heat. At the question, his mouth quirks wryly and he nods. ] Yeah, not that they really needed to say much for me to get the picture. [ The barracks, the training grounds, it's not particularly subtle. He gives a quick scan of the area, then turns back to Sam. ] So is it Throne they're at war with? How'd you cross the border?
[ And why, which might be the even more pertinent question, but Steve's trying not to bombard Sam with too much all at once. ]
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But they'll get there. If Sam's been here for a while, and it sounds like that's the case, then Steve can get the information he needs from the most trusted of sources.
It's all too easy to fall in at Sam's side as they walk. On his left.
(That phrase had been music to his ears just a few days ago, when he finally knew that all of their efforts to collect the stones from throughout time had not been for nothing.)
Sam has a friendly rapport with the soldiers posted around the outpost, and it's yet another testament to the fact that he's established himself here and that he's had the time to do that. Steve is positive that Sam's opinions about this war effort are complicated (as his own will be, once he has the full picture), and yet he's gone to the trouble of remaining on their good sides, of not making enemies or burning bridges.
Then comes the answer to his question. Sam's been here a whole year, and Steve can't stop his head from whipping to glance at him as they walk. It's not five years, but it's still a year, and at this point it feels as if they'll constantly be out of sync, never quite on the same page.
He's heard mention of Thorne, mainly in dark tones among the soldiers here, but doesn't know much more than that. So different countries are performing these summonings, arming themselves with people they think will be able to contribute their knowledge or strength. This is on a wide scale, and it isn't just about them — about the Avengers. It's bigger than that.
As they step through the door and outside, Steve draws in a breath, but it's not particularly refreshing in this dry desert heat. At the question, his mouth quirks wryly and he nods. ] Yeah, not that they really needed to say much for me to get the picture. [ The barracks, the training grounds, it's not particularly subtle. He gives a quick scan of the area, then turns back to Sam. ] So is it Throne they're at war with? How'd you cross the border?
[ And why, which might be the even more pertinent question, but Steve's trying not to bombard Sam with too much all at once. ]