The corner of his mouth twitched, rueful, and they both knew the risks of a missed step like that. Probably the reason she hadn't revealed that particular detail before, besides the fact that Nat played everything close to her chest.
"Feel like I'm duty-bound to point out that even I'm, like, a walking case story in not making assumptions if there isn't a body," he said, with an attempt at levity.
James Barnes had fallen off the train and into the Danube, and everyone assumed the man had died in that frozen river. (In a way, he had.) America hadn't had anything to ship home, not even his dog tags. They'd settled for his clothing from camp, eventually used it to deck out a Howling Commandos exhibit in the Smithsonian decades later, but it was a far cry from closure; from a cold corpse; from ashes or a coffin.
He shook his head, drained the rest of his drink. Already thinking and considering what to do next, and what this revelation meant. "So they're hunting you again?" he asked; confirming, even as his gaze went to a still-healing, cleaned-up scrape by her temple. Evidence of a fight.
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"Feel like I'm duty-bound to point out that even I'm, like, a walking case story in not making assumptions if there isn't a body," he said, with an attempt at levity.
James Barnes had fallen off the train and into the Danube, and everyone assumed the man had died in that frozen river. (In a way, he had.) America hadn't had anything to ship home, not even his dog tags. They'd settled for his clothing from camp, eventually used it to deck out a Howling Commandos exhibit in the Smithsonian decades later, but it was a far cry from closure; from a cold corpse; from ashes or a coffin.
He shook his head, drained the rest of his drink. Already thinking and considering what to do next, and what this revelation meant. "So they're hunting you again?" he asked; confirming, even as his gaze went to a still-healing, cleaned-up scrape by her temple. Evidence of a fight.