"Oh, AC is alternating current," Peter begins, and looks up with his mouth open, poised to further explain, only to falter and then pop back to his feet, eyes wide. "Sargeant Barnes! You're here!"
...just like Mr. Barton and Black Widow and Miss Peggy and that Starking Guy. Peter doesn't know whether to be excited or worried. One the one hand, the more people who show up, the better they can put their heads together to try and figure out how to get home. On the other, the more people that are here, the fewer there are back home trying to figure out the same thing, and by Peter's assessment, that's more likely to actually work.
Gosh, he really hopes Mr. Stark isn't next.
"Listen, I'm really really sorry about that thing at the airport in Berlin," he hurriedly adds, gesturing with both hands. "I already told Mr. Barton, I don't know if you know he's here, and Ms. Romanoff too, and Miss Peggy— Not that Miss Peggy was Berlin, I just mean she's here." And he really probably needs to stop talking. He darts a look to the mechanical arm and then back to Barnes' face. "Anyway, sorry."
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...just like Mr. Barton and Black Widow and Miss Peggy and that Starking Guy. Peter doesn't know whether to be excited or worried. One the one hand, the more people who show up, the better they can put their heads together to try and figure out how to get home. On the other, the more people that are here, the fewer there are back home trying to figure out the same thing, and by Peter's assessment, that's more likely to actually work.
Gosh, he really hopes Mr. Stark isn't next.
"Listen, I'm really really sorry about that thing at the airport in Berlin," he hurriedly adds, gesturing with both hands. "I already told Mr. Barton, I don't know if you know he's here, and Ms. Romanoff too, and Miss Peggy— Not that Miss Peggy was Berlin, I just mean she's here." And he really probably needs to stop talking. He darts a look to the mechanical arm and then back to Barnes' face. "Anyway, sorry."