She nods, but it's tight. She could have seen it, she knows, but she hadn't wanted to watch the explosion over and over, to see her friend go from alive and well to gone in an instant over and over.
"He is," Steve Rogers agrees, from behind her. The leashed anger in his voice is at least a little soothing: he doesn't blame her and neither does the White Wolf, who lies carefully still as her fingers fly over his arm and shoulder joint. She removes the prototype and sets it aside, then begins making the necessary adjustments to the joint itself.
(It's difficult to do this without hearing Sharon's jokes about the things she should add to the design, without seeing the brightness in her eyes each time the White Wolf said it was a little better.)
"I have kept the design simple," she tells him as she works, "but there are several elements that may be useful. An EMP in the palm, compartments which will hide anything from a metal detector."
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Date: 2021-09-13 02:25 pm (UTC)"He is," Steve Rogers agrees, from behind her. The leashed anger in his voice is at least a little soothing: he doesn't blame her and neither does the White Wolf, who lies carefully still as her fingers fly over his arm and shoulder joint. She removes the prototype and sets it aside, then begins making the necessary adjustments to the joint itself.
(It's difficult to do this without hearing Sharon's jokes about the things she should add to the design, without seeing the brightness in her eyes each time the White Wolf said it was a little better.)
"I have kept the design simple," she tells him as she works, "but there are several elements that may be useful. An EMP in the palm, compartments which will hide anything from a metal detector."