The voice is kind but with a natural air of authority, like maybe he's the kind of guy used to giving orders or offering good and solid advice.
Steve stands on the dry side of the stream, star-spangled shield in one hand and the other reaching up to push loose strands of hair away from his face. (He could probably do with a haircut, but it's hardly a priority.) These days he doesn't much care to keep his Captain America identity as clean and prominent as he had back home; more than half of the people here have never even heard of him or the Avengers. His uniform is worn and frayed, the star on his chest a dingy silvered emblem with half of the shine that it once had, but his expression is mild.
all roads.
The voice is kind but with a natural air of authority, like maybe he's the kind of guy used to giving orders or offering good and solid advice.
Steve stands on the dry side of the stream, star-spangled shield in one hand and the other reaching up to push loose strands of hair away from his face. (He could probably do with a haircut, but it's hardly a priority.) These days he doesn't much care to keep his Captain America identity as clean and prominent as he had back home; more than half of the people here have never even heard of him or the Avengers. His uniform is worn and frayed, the star on his chest a dingy silvered emblem with half of the shine that it once had, but his expression is mild.
"If what I've been hearing is true, anyway."