( he thinks it's probably coincidence — transia and sokovia aren't neighbouring countries and he frankly hasn't spent enough time in or around either to comment on how much of a common name wanda is, but it's —

—coincidental nonetheless.

not for the first time, he wishes he had the suit and the mask — or a suit and a mask, enough to be mr. knight without question. or, he supposes, enough to be mr. knight with question, but less visibility of 'marc spector'.

it was a comforting disguise. costume. easy way of avoiding himself. )

Marc. ( a pause, and for all other ways in which marc isn't an intrinsically sociable person, prefers to be alone— ) I spent some time in Sudan — along the border with Egypt. ( given his previous admittance of his history as a soldier, he imagines it's not hard to put two and two together and reach a conclusion that's at least halfway close to the reason he'd been there. he'll cross that bridge if and when they get to it. ) There's no shortage of history there. ( punctuated by a pause, lingering, thoughtful. he thinks of his father, thinks of his god. he knows that's not the kind of god wanda is referring to, but it feels remiss not to spare a thought at the very least.

his lips quirk, just for a second, and there's a flicker of a smile. ) You could say it left an impact.