[ it feels like it's been much longer than it has since sam last visited viktor's workshop. years, centuries, lifetimes that sam still can't quite wrap his head around. he wasn't made to be alive for that long, wasn't raised or built to know how to handle centuries on centuries. it's left a kind of distance in the process of returning to what used to be normal, what used to be routine.
sam brings the wings with him, figuring that on top of this conversation, viktor might want to do his semi-usual check-ins. it feels a little strange, and possibly a little misleading, when sam is very aware the wings are not his reason for the visit.
the workshop looks about as different as sam expects it, new projects and experiments and constructions littered around the room. the sound of the welding iron draws his attention, and he makes his way through the workshop, coming to a stop not far from where viktor works away. he is looking at the automation when viktor lifts the helmet, head tilted slightly, trying... and not really succeeding to separate himself from the sinking feeling that he's been here before. that the automation, while looking nothing like ultron, does resemble it just enough. ]
Yeah- I can tell. [ it's said friendly enough, accompanied by a smile, as sam sets the box that holds his wings down on the closest, open table. ] I can come back, if you'd rather.
1. the workshop
sam brings the wings with him, figuring that on top of this conversation, viktor might want to do his semi-usual check-ins. it feels a little strange, and possibly a little misleading, when sam is very aware the wings are not his reason for the visit.
the workshop looks about as different as sam expects it, new projects and experiments and constructions littered around the room. the sound of the welding iron draws his attention, and he makes his way through the workshop, coming to a stop not far from where viktor works away. he is looking at the automation when viktor lifts the helmet, head tilted slightly, trying... and not really succeeding to separate himself from the sinking feeling that he's been here before. that the automation, while looking nothing like ultron, does resemble it just enough. ]
Yeah- I can tell. [ it's said friendly enough, accompanied by a smile, as sam sets the box that holds his wings down on the closest, open table. ] I can come back, if you'd rather.