[ wanda has a point. that, plus the fact that sam already has a pr target the size of the midwest on his back where it concerns public opinion, he should probably listen to that logic. except that this is sam wilson we are talking about, and it's all going to come down to people first. for better or for worse.

and wanda is his people. and no amount of fancy titles or problematic attempts at processing emotions would change that. he's also just...happy to have her around. like it's an easy, casual reminder of who he is. of where he came from. of the fact that this world and these problems aren't the only thing to him. he nods. ]

My bet's on random, yeah. Between the fact the people doing the summoning barely know what they're doing, and the lack of any rhyme or reason to who shows up... [ sam sighs, rubbing a hand along the back of his head. but when her eyes linger on him, sam offers a small smile - his own darting back to the barracks, to the people around. it's obvious he's not exactly comfortable talking about everything given their location and who could be listening. but at the same time, he supposes this isn't something he needs to be precious about. ]

We have time. It's more that I'm not exactly an expert of the subject... [ he shakes his head. here goes nothing. ] You've heard of the multi-verse, right?