She edges out from behind the table of t-shirts, careful to keep her movements non-threatening. It shouldn't be necessary - she wouldn't call herself and Barnes friends, exactly, but they were on the same side the last time she'd seen him - but every instinct is screaming at her to tread cautiously.
There's something wrong here, more than simply the fact that they've both been consigned to this ghost ship in the middle of nowhere.
"Is this the first place you came after the battle of Wakanda?"
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She edges out from behind the table of t-shirts, careful to keep her movements non-threatening. It shouldn't be necessary - she wouldn't call herself and Barnes friends, exactly, but they were on the same side the last time she'd seen him - but every instinct is screaming at her to tread cautiously.
There's something wrong here, more than simply the fact that they've both been consigned to this ghost ship in the middle of nowhere.
"Is this the first place you came after the battle of Wakanda?"