[ don't jinx it, bucky. who knows what might happen. ]

There's no now, and I'm not making anything up. They were always a category, and there have always been different aliens. Do I need to remind you about the whole group that showed up with the talking tree?

[ sam did what he could to get up to date on all that had gone down around the blip. but there had been a lot, and after everything, sam could only retain so much.

and maybe sam should be more on guard, here. they're in an unknown place, brought into a war that isn't theirs. but bucky is here, now, and yeah. comfortable is a word that sam would use too. familiar. like the foundation under his feet is a little firmer, or the wind under his wings a little stronger. ]

And I don't know - more than you, probably. Why? The Wakandans teach you about magic too? [ he glances towards bucky, then shakes his head, letting out an annoyed breath. it's a brief moment where sam looks tired, one hand reaching up to massage at his brow. ] You're not the only one they have a use for, but this doesn't sit well with me. You been down to the dungeon, yet?