[The first thing Steve sees is a fairly dirty hand, and then, dimly lit by the tablet screen, a kid. ...Well, a young man, probably not a hell of a lot younger than Steve, really. Late teens, mid-twenties? Too young to die this way. Not any younger than Pietro, though. Not any younger than a dozen young men Steve's seen gasp out their last breaths on the battlefields of Europe. Steve remembers their faces, every one of them. He knows he's going to remember this one, too.
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Steve quirks his lips a little and waves back.]
"Hi. Nice to meet you properly, Grey."