[ That's what he likes to know too, dear Sif. Steve notes, not without a note of sadness, that the people of the twenty first century definitely did not inherit the sensibilities and manners of the generations before them. What gentleman would let his lady wait upon him while he spoke avidly into such tiny devices to another far away?
As far as he is concerned, such matters were to be saved for dire circumstances -- for example, when in need of a long-range wireless walkie-talkie with a demise imminent on the horizon. Things like that.
But he shakes it off as yet another product of a century he cannot even begin to understand, and he offers his hand to her - Sif, another Asgardian and comrade of Thor's, is stunningly beautiful in her dress tonight, a covert mission that had required them to go undercover, with Steve taking point and keeping an eye out for their target. ]
I don't know.
[ He tells her honestly, shaking his head. His brows are knitted, but he forces himself to relax; it would be a shame if they gave themselves away so early in the game. ] We didn't have devices like that in my time.
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As far as he is concerned, such matters were to be saved for dire circumstances -- for example, when in need of a long-range wireless walkie-talkie with a demise imminent on the horizon. Things like that.
But he shakes it off as yet another product of a century he cannot even begin to understand, and he offers his hand to her - Sif, another Asgardian and comrade of Thor's, is stunningly beautiful in her dress tonight, a covert mission that had required them to go undercover, with Steve taking point and keeping an eye out for their target. ]
I don't know.
[ He tells her honestly, shaking his head. His brows are knitted, but he forces himself to relax; it would be a shame if they gave themselves away so early in the game. ] We didn't have devices like that in my time.
Shall we, then?