We just had the Chitauri. No idea where they came from, aside from a wormhole created by some relics. They were armored, used energy weapons, seemed to somehow blend organics and robotics. Which would be more interesting if they hadn't attacked a civilian population.
[Similar enough for her to understand, honestly. New York might not be a peaceful agricultural settlement, but they'd all been civilians. People screaming and dying as buildings crumbled and they did what they could. Sure there were police and fire fighters and people that just had no one of dealing with the scope on the onslaught as they tried to put together the pieces.]
Sounds like your Earth was more unified. We're subject to about two hundred territorial governments. Then there's the United Nations Security Council, which handles international security, the World Security Council which acted as oversight for the organization I used to be part of. And we used to handle the things that would have been bogged down in politics if we left it to the UN. Like, say, aliens.
[It's easier to talk about than the Red Room. The organization of the world's governments that she'd spent decades navigating. But, putting it like that, it's suddenly almost easy to understand how Hydra had taken them apart. To see how they'd missed the signs by just never stopping to look, to ask if they were really doing the right things. She'd allowed herself to believe SHIELD was everything that Clint and Fury told her that it was.
He mentions secret weapons and there's that pause, that quiet. But he gave her that much, and while she's not so soft to believe that means she owes him anything, this is a trade, pieces of herself for pieces of him, his world for hers. And maybe it's just the similarity of the story as old as war itself, but there's something about the talk of secret weapons that makes her think he already suspects.]
They were trying to make a perfect soldier. A weapon they could deploy anywhere and no one would see coming.
[There's something to her tone, the way she doesn't fidget exactly, but she caps her bottle of water, shifts it to her other hand as her gaze drops for a moment like it's something to focus on. She looks back, a tilt of her head, curiosity, almost like trying to see which of them backs away first from this strange game of information roulette.] What about you?
[Selfishly, she almost hopes his story is something similar. There are questions she hasn't had anyone to ask. If anyone else feels like they've lost something coming through the Cetagandan's wormhole. She doesn't trust Wash, not like even Thor or Tony, but it might be worth asking at least as a benchmark.]
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[Similar enough for her to understand, honestly. New York might not be a peaceful agricultural settlement, but they'd all been civilians. People screaming and dying as buildings crumbled and they did what they could. Sure there were police and fire fighters and people that just had no one of dealing with the scope on the onslaught as they tried to put together the pieces.]
Sounds like your Earth was more unified. We're subject to about two hundred territorial governments. Then there's the United Nations Security Council, which handles international security, the World Security Council which acted as oversight for the organization I used to be part of. And we used to handle the things that would have been bogged down in politics if we left it to the UN. Like, say, aliens.
[It's easier to talk about than the Red Room. The organization of the world's governments that she'd spent decades navigating. But, putting it like that, it's suddenly almost easy to understand how Hydra had taken them apart. To see how they'd missed the signs by just never stopping to look, to ask if they were really doing the right things. She'd allowed herself to believe SHIELD was everything that Clint and Fury told her that it was.
He mentions secret weapons and there's that pause, that quiet. But he gave her that much, and while she's not so soft to believe that means she owes him anything, this is a trade, pieces of herself for pieces of him, his world for hers. And maybe it's just the similarity of the story as old as war itself, but there's something about the talk of secret weapons that makes her think he already suspects.]
They were trying to make a perfect soldier. A weapon they could deploy anywhere and no one would see coming.
[There's something to her tone, the way she doesn't fidget exactly, but she caps her bottle of water, shifts it to her other hand as her gaze drops for a moment like it's something to focus on. She looks back, a tilt of her head, curiosity, almost like trying to see which of them backs away first from this strange game of information roulette.] What about you?
[Selfishly, she almost hopes his story is something similar. There are questions she hasn't had anyone to ask. If anyone else feels like they've lost something coming through the Cetagandan's wormhole. She doesn't trust Wash, not like even Thor or Tony, but it might be worth asking at least as a benchmark.]