She always does when people disappear, particularly when friends of theirs show up not long afterward - Bucky had been polite, something distinctly off in his air - but Evelyn has also learned how to compartmentalise loss when her usefulness wanes. Unlike many residents she is not in possession of preternatural skills, inhuman capabilities, and they grow more numerous by the week. She keeps the books and the names, and is happy to see them come (less so to see them go).
Having witnessed the recent transmission and understood the weary pall cast over the three people on the little screen she thought it best to allow some space before her inevitable flurry of questions, before encroaching into the time of residents who have a bevy of others from home awaiting responses in the mansion. Mildly tearful reunions, perhaps. Tired expressions and even more tired smiles.
She doesn't intend to find Steve on the roof: she was sitting there long before he arrived, savouring the early evening heat and humidity as stormclouds gathered over the ocean. They're still too far away, the thunder a distant rumble and the lightning a bare flicker, but it's coming.
Steve, The Roof
She always does when people disappear, particularly when friends of theirs show up not long afterward - Bucky had been polite, something distinctly off in his air - but Evelyn has also learned how to compartmentalise loss when her usefulness wanes. Unlike many residents she is not in possession of preternatural skills, inhuman capabilities, and they grow more numerous by the week. She keeps the books and the names, and is happy to see them come (less so to see them go).
Having witnessed the recent transmission and understood the weary pall cast over the three people on the little screen she thought it best to allow some space before her inevitable flurry of questions, before encroaching into the time of residents who have a bevy of others from home awaiting responses in the mansion. Mildly tearful reunions, perhaps. Tired expressions and even more tired smiles.
She doesn't intend to find Steve on the roof: she was sitting there long before he arrived, savouring the early evening heat and humidity as stormclouds gathered over the ocean. They're still too far away, the thunder a distant rumble and the lightning a bare flicker, but it's coming.
It's coming.]
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