[ Maybe someone else moved into your house. Maybe borders were moved. People you knew are now older. People died while you were gone.
There's parts of that explanation that he understands a little too intimately. Waking up to a changed world. His old block unrecognized, the last place he'd called home demolished. Nearly everyone he'd known and cared about gone in the blink of an eye.
It's not the same, though.
Steve, it's the same damn people who get trampled underfoot, every time.
He listens, watching Sam as he continues. The world's been in a state of turmoil long before Thanos showed up and tore it in half. Natasha and Bucky painted the same rough picture for him earlier while he was still trying to wrap his head around seeing the stones destroyed to you fix it.
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There's parts of that explanation that he understands a little too intimately. Waking up to a changed world. His old block unrecognized, the last place he'd called home demolished. Nearly everyone he'd known and cared about gone in the blink of an eye.
It's not the same, though.
Steve, it's the same damn people who get trampled underfoot, every time.
He listens, watching Sam as he continues. The world's been in a state of turmoil long before Thanos showed up and tore it in half. Natasha and Bucky painted the same rough picture for him earlier while he was still trying to wrap his head around seeing the stones destroyed to you fix it.
He's not, for what it's worth, and has never been a blind optimist. When he implies they'll figure things out here, it's because he knows there's no other choice. He's only got one retractable shield now because he handed the other one over to Rémi.
There's a pause after Sam finishes, and Steve inclines his head toward him. ]
So what's our next move?
[ Not at all a challenge, just a direct question made with respect for the guy across from him. Made in trust. ]