voice;

[kneecaptain]

[The voice is coming into and out of focus, but it doesn't seem to care. It's clipped, and determined.]

They really know how to roll out the welcome mat, don't they? I feel— [buzz and static] ain't the Blitz, but— [more of the same]

I heard the Avengers were here, and I wanna sit-rep. This is [more static] Captain America. [While the reception ain't great, anyone who knows him can tell this is Not Steve.]

I need to know what I'm dealing with.

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[gamora]

[ Pama help her, she hates Earth tech. ]

Makes me almost miss the [ static ] teeps.

[kneecaptain]

I'm used to it, I guess [hey, crappy reception, just like 1945 again :')] but— [static]

Jeez.

[gamora]

They're worthless.

[ oh good she got an insult in before the static kicked up again. it's the thought that counts. ]

[kneecaptain]

They're probably listen to these things. Maybe it's good that none of it's coming through.

[gamora]

The chance of anyone talking about anything useful over them is slim to none. I doubt they care. I wouldn't.

[kneecaptain]

I'm not sure they're that smart.

But [static] always someone listening.

[gamora]

[ static!! ] paranoid.

[kneecaptain]

Yeah, I am.

[gamora]

How's it worked out for you?

[kneecaptain]

Lemme put it this way: nothing that's happened [static] made me less paranoid.

[gamora]

I'll bet you [ really convenient static ] it doesn't get better from here on out.