[In Thancred’s defense, Stephen’s hands are no longer a point of contention for him. He’ll remark on the state of his useless fingers just as flippantly as anyone else; he learned long ago that his purpose isn’t connected to their use, that he’s capable despite the scarring, the nerve damage. He’s taken no offense, the thought completely discarded as soon as the conversation focuses on the other’s world.]
Okay. [That sounds like a hilariously close parallel to Stephen’s own experiences. Or secondhand experiences with regards to the Avengers, though one might make the argument that Kamar-Taj performs a similar role in a general, “protect the world” kind of way.]
Here comes the next question— [Eyes flick around to the murmur of activity cropping up, filling in the details of what Thancred’s world might have been like when more than just two people existed in this building. Faded figures. These apparent Scions of repute?]
Are your services needed very often, at least where protection is concerned? We had something similar back on Earth. [He makes a face, a little half-frown.] Well, we did. A team, in a way — they’ve disbanded since then.
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Okay. [That sounds like a hilariously close parallel to Stephen’s own experiences. Or secondhand experiences with regards to the Avengers, though one might make the argument that Kamar-Taj performs a similar role in a general, “protect the world” kind of way.]
Here comes the next question— [Eyes flick around to the murmur of activity cropping up, filling in the details of what Thancred’s world might have been like when more than just two people existed in this building. Faded figures. These apparent Scions of repute?]
Are your services needed very often, at least where protection is concerned? We had something similar back on Earth. [He makes a face, a little half-frown.] Well, we did. A team, in a way — they’ve disbanded since then.