[ So no answer as to who he is, but he works closely with someone (a program? Handler?) named Cortana. No reply over his comm or whatever he's tying to activate on his helmet, which is almost reassuring. She's not the only one at a loss.
With the light, for only a moment, all Natasha sees is a statue. For some reason she thinks about Steve, when he was first hitched out of the ice and slammed into Manhattan, all stillness in a world that moved too fast for him.
To her credit, Natasha doesn't laugh, just arches a vague sort of brow. She doesn't step closer either, but she can see the scribble of co-ordinates. Co-ordinates, or numbers. ]
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With the light, for only a moment, all Natasha sees is a statue. For some reason she thinks about Steve, when he was first hitched out of the ice and slammed into Manhattan, all stillness in a world that moved too fast for him.
To her credit, Natasha doesn't laugh, just arches a vague sort of brow. She doesn't step closer either, but she can see the scribble of co-ordinates. Co-ordinates, or numbers. ]
What is it?