[ He kinda did, too, and the serum does nothing to prevent sand from getting into awkward places. His suit has barriers to this sort of thing, but he's in civvies — Wakadan, not really his own clothes, but something he would wear: light pants now stained red, a black t-shirt and lightweight jacket.
She can consider the idea planted. It's disconcerting seeing her like this, outside of the strange intimacy of the dream, but not unwelcome. Maybe it's a simple assessment to take from something so steeped in grief and the past, but he'd liked her. That he can meet her in the midst of a fight and leave the rest behind is how he would've preferred to do it, given the choice. ]
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[ He kinda did, too, and the serum does nothing to prevent sand from getting into awkward places. His suit has barriers to this sort of thing, but he's in civvies — Wakadan, not really his own clothes, but something he would wear: light pants now stained red, a black t-shirt and lightweight jacket.
She can consider the idea planted. It's disconcerting seeing her like this, outside of the strange intimacy of the dream, but not unwelcome. Maybe it's a simple assessment to take from something so steeped in grief and the past, but he'd liked her. That he can meet her in the midst of a fight and leave the rest behind is how he would've preferred to do it, given the choice. ]
Do you know where we are?