#v. current.

     he raises his eyebrows and nods in agreement, a breathless snicker as he sips from the glass in hand. and only then would he actually glance down at the plate in front of them, the tiniest garlic knots and assortment of other foods        —     only then would he actually chuckle. “    when did they get so small ?   “ (   eating anything or being within any vicinity next to stark always unnerved him, but he did have to admit that man had a sense of humor.    ) 

    he was always more and more impressed with the things wakanda accomplished, how prosperous the nation was and how inviting, how welcoming they were. how shuri was, t’challa. he breathes in, spots a familiar face across the room. the tiniest of smiles makes its way on his face. “   i’ve heard those old people jokes a few times already, but i don’t think there’s ever been a time where it hasn’t been so applicable as it is now. this is    ...    amazing.    “

    he was tense in situations like these and that always left no room for humor, so he simply exchanged a look with cézar    ;    a slight twinkle in his eye, yet expression was unamused. what luck, it was too good a move for the other man      —        he thinks he probably would’ve done the same in a similar situation. but any sort of mission like this requires blending in, and that wasn’t a skill he was known for. (   it was good that atleast cézar was.   ) “   more of a problem later.    “

     “     you’re   ...   vision, right ?    “ slightest delay in his words, too quick. “    it’s been a while.    “

     “    i’ve heard a lot about you.    “ he stands guarded, but attempting welcoming     ;    meeting her was like opening an old wound, the flashbacks of disappearing, losing steve, losing so much in just one day     —     he picks his gaze off the floor and meets hers again. “    thanks. for your help.    “

      “    sam tried to talk to you once before. i know there’s more to this.    “ there’s high tension in his muscles, fingers clothed in leather flexing subconsciously    ;    but it’s exactly as he said. there’s more to every story, and sam was the one out of it all to trust     ——     no, not trust. believe     ——      in her. that she was someone in so much pain, that she maybe needed some sort of guidance. and he knew a thing or two about that. “    it’s no way to follow out a goal when violence is the answer you’re choosing.    “

      it brings attention to his current facial expression, slight amusement twinging in his heart. but it’s so hard to be anything remotely normal around those he just associates with those times, even by default. but it was a mission, he knew that too well       —     he wasn’t exactly the best known actor, though. an eye roll too quick and subtle, then he’s leaning into vision’s touch more just to really sell that act. “   love you, too, honey.    “

      “    blending in, huh   ...     “ but it’s nothing more than a grumble, hardly audible   ;    he leans over the poker table slightly, glancing over his shoulder for a brief moment to size up the security guards some twenty meters away. stealth ops suck, he decides. “    all in.    “ but atleast he got a win or two while they waited.