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[ifhebeworthy]

[The screen of their communicators flickers to life with a fluorescent glow. Initially, there's only a hint of someone there-- thick red fabric, chain mail, a hammer.]

I had prayed to come to good tidings. Greet friends, and assuage fears. To bolster thy strength with mine own.

Instead, I come here haunted by past misgivings I thought requited, by a name all too familiar to me. If you know him as well, I would like to speak to him.

[It doesn't sound like a request. The image swings up high to a broad faced man with long blonde hair. A winged helmet. His eyebrows are drawn down across a brow rigid as though it were carved from stone.]

To my friend.

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[divaricate]

[She nods slightly; perhaps so - it's disorienting enough arriving in a new place and not know how, but to arrive and hear news as he did, well, it's understandable.] I'm sure you'll hear from many of them sooner rather than later. [Maybe even Tony too, who knows.] I'm glad to hear we're on good terms from your perspective - you were an Avenger too I assume?

[ifhebeworthy]

Of that, I can only hope...

But you and I have fought together more times than even one so ancient as I may recall, there at nearly the beginning of it all-- of the Avengers.