[ he has no idea where he is and he most certainly doesn't recall any prior experience with this; as far as he knows this is the first time he's been aboard this vessel. (he doesn't even know yet that it's a vessel.) it's instinct that has him turn more than anything and in the split-second between feeling someone behind him and turning to see that it's natasha, he finds himself wishing for the suit again. this one works just fine, perhaps better in terms of stealth but he feels — not lost, exactly. it doesn't matter: he's still the same person, with or without the red-and-blue of his suit.
he gives her a nod and a slight smile that he knows doesn't hide his relief at seeing a familiar face. ] Where are we?
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he gives her a nod and a slight smile that he knows doesn't hide his relief at seeing a familiar face. ] Where are we?