Steve's got a small handful of photographs himself, but these he keeps in one hand, all straight-edged and neatly lined up like maybe they're a little too precious for him to linger over, like the memories aren't worth it when everything around him is so alien.
He's on his way to collecting some parts for Magda, a willing participant now of the mission he'd decided was a good chance to find some answers about what had happened to the planet that sent them into space for safety. But mementos from a world destroyed a year ago seem to be all he's discovering tonight - at least for now.
He makes his way past the flashing bots, coming up behind Bucky Barnes. And because he hadn't expected to see his best friend awake and out of his pod, it takes him a second, two, three before he notes the metal hand peeking out from a sleeve and the flash of familiar New York monuments before they're crushed into the pocket of his jacket: the Brooklyn Bridge, the brownstone buildings, the New York skyline ... well, shit. Everything else falls into place with a rush of relief and something like comfort, knowing that he's been given another chance to see his closest friend alive and awake and ... hopefully aware of who he is.
He's a little teasing (and maybe he's testing the waters here) when he says casually, "They never could keep you up in that pod for long, could they?"
PHOTO + MAYBE MISSION?
He's on his way to collecting some parts for Magda, a willing participant now of the mission he'd decided was a good chance to find some answers about what had happened to the planet that sent them into space for safety. But mementos from a world destroyed a year ago seem to be all he's discovering tonight - at least for now.
He makes his way past the flashing bots, coming up behind Bucky Barnes. And because he hadn't expected to see his best friend awake and out of his pod, it takes him a second, two, three before he notes the metal hand peeking out from a sleeve and the flash of familiar New York monuments before they're crushed into the pocket of his jacket: the Brooklyn Bridge, the brownstone buildings, the New York skyline ... well, shit. Everything else falls into place with a rush of relief and something like comfort, knowing that he's been given another chance to see his closest friend alive and awake and ... hopefully aware of who he is.
He's a little teasing (and maybe he's testing the waters here) when he says casually, "They never could keep you up in that pod for long, could they?"