Weird is the best word for it. Back where she came from, it's late autumn. She's still wearing a leather jacket despite the warmth in the breeze that tells her it's still deep summer here. That alone would have been enough to make her certain that she's not dreaming, but somehow - improbably - pulled through into another reality.
As if Bucky's presence isn't all the sign she needs.
"Did you wish on a star for a red headed spy?" the question is delivered with the same dry lilt of humor, though it's likely rapidly becoming apparent that she can't seem to look at him for long. Like she's still trying to draw her shroud of composure around her and she knows he'll be the thing that shatters the illusion.
She does glance back at him when he says what he's been up to, a half smile back on her lips. "You super soldiers are always making trouble. I bet that suits him." There's a brief pause before she tacks on, "we've been dealing with a Skrull infiltration."
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As if Bucky's presence isn't all the sign she needs.
"Did you wish on a star for a red headed spy?" the question is delivered with the same dry lilt of humor, though it's likely rapidly becoming apparent that she can't seem to look at him for long. Like she's still trying to draw her shroud of composure around her and she knows he'll be the thing that shatters the illusion.
She does glance back at him when he says what he's been up to, a half smile back on her lips. "You super soldiers are always making trouble. I bet that suits him." There's a brief pause before she tacks on, "we've been dealing with a Skrull infiltration."