[He offers a smile at the reply, shrugs before scratching at the back of his head. That stops once Clint answers his other question, and if he's getting used to seeing a wide-eyed Cap, then the next scene that happens is predictable, up to the flash of that smile.] I think we'll be just fine without you knowing how to do that, to be honest. If we need a sword swallower though, maybe we can call him.
I know that, but it'd probably be better than nothi- Phones can go that far? [He's still not over the fact that these don't really need telephone poles or cords of any sort, so hearing the idea of calling Thor wherever he is, however far, is baffling enough. His mouth gapes as he thinks on it, then he shakes his head and decides to let go of the topic.]
I'll hold you to that then.
You- really- [wide eyes for a moment] I uh, thanks, Clint.
[For the sake of the answer to his request, he moves off from that topic, keeps it as a promise instead of something to do later, instead of now. When the yes gets said, Steve's face lights up, an easy smile finds its way there and he watches the hawk's face, his actions. His eyes don't leave the other as he moves, and he thinks about following after the other for a second, but he stops himself because of the wave. Tilting his head to think about it, there's a nod and he shuffles to the side, finds a chair to sit on in a spot where he can see the other clearly.
And well, the Cap waits. He feels like a kid with how excited he seems to be, but he passes it off as just a result of his good mood. Something like that. Dancing never really is something he got to learn (and that in itself is a sad thought) but being able to watch someone else who appeared to know how to dance, and dance well?
He couldn't help but be excited, smile still stuck to his face.]
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[He offers a smile at the reply, shrugs before scratching at the back of his head. That stops once Clint answers his other question, and if he's getting used to seeing a wide-eyed Cap, then the next scene that happens is predictable, up to the flash of that smile.] I think we'll be just fine without you knowing how to do that, to be honest. If we need a sword swallower though, maybe we can call him.
I know that, but it'd probably be better than nothi- Phones can go that far? [He's still not over the fact that these don't really need telephone poles or cords of any sort, so hearing the idea of calling Thor wherever he is, however far, is baffling enough. His mouth gapes as he thinks on it, then he shakes his head and decides to let go of the topic.]
I'll hold you to that then.
You- really- [wide eyes for a moment] I uh, thanks, Clint.
[For the sake of the answer to his request, he moves off from that topic, keeps it as a promise instead of something to do later, instead of now. When the yes gets said, Steve's face lights up, an easy smile finds its way there and he watches the hawk's face, his actions. His eyes don't leave the other as he moves, and he thinks about following after the other for a second, but he stops himself because of the wave. Tilting his head to think about it, there's a nod and he shuffles to the side, finds a chair to sit on in a spot where he can see the other clearly.
And well, the Cap waits. He feels like a kid with how excited he seems to be, but he passes it off as just a result of his good mood. Something like that. Dancing never really is something he got to learn (and that in itself is a sad thought) but being able to watch someone else who appeared to know how to dance, and dance well?
He couldn't help but be excited, smile still stuck to his face.]