He's silent in the other room, and she abandons her packing to come to the door and peer out. He's dressed in the armor, which seems to made out of some similar material to Steve's uniform, or Natasha's, and there's a look on his face she can't quite parse.
She casts a glance over the armor, and smiles, slight. "Looks good," she murmurs, then frowns, slightly. The blue coat and brown pants and tall boots are all ringing a vague bell in her head. "Why does it look kind of familiar?"
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He's silent in the other room, and she abandons her packing to come to the door and peer out. He's dressed in the armor, which seems to made out of some similar material to Steve's uniform, or Natasha's, and there's a look on his face she can't quite parse.
She casts a glance over the armor, and smiles, slight. "Looks good," she murmurs, then frowns, slightly. The blue coat and brown pants and tall boots are all ringing a vague bell in her head. "Why does it look kind of familiar?"