Two Captain Americas, one his, and one not. But she knew him, which means - there's two hims, too. Another him out there who's used to Cap being a woman, who...
Well, he doesn't know, what differences there might be. And his first, unwelcome thought is Riley. He almost wants to ask her, if the Sam she knew had managed to save him, had done something different, something impossible.
But he doesn't really want the answer, and anyway, on his good days, he knows there was nothing he could have done.
So instead, he gives her a slightly wry smile. "You still lap me about a hundred times in half an hour, or am I the only one that got that particular meet-cute?"
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"I guess so."
Two Captain Americas, one his, and one not. But she knew him, which means - there's two hims, too. Another him out there who's used to Cap being a woman, who...
Well, he doesn't know, what differences there might be. And his first, unwelcome thought is Riley. He almost wants to ask her, if the Sam she knew had managed to save him, had done something different, something impossible.
But he doesn't really want the answer, and anyway, on his good days, he knows there was nothing he could have done.
So instead, he gives her a slightly wry smile. "You still lap me about a hundred times in half an hour, or am I the only one that got that particular meet-cute?"