Rory stammered off, once again star struck by the presence of the Avenger. He thought about turning around and mouthing a thank you to Steve, but then Natasha would probably see and think he was thick. Rory had never felt thicker in his life, but he was trying his very, very best not to look it.
The phone rang. And rang. And then someone picked up.
"Hullo?"
It was British, male and young. Not a child, but not quite an adult either. Susan was fifteen and alone in the console room. "...Is someone there?"
He'd never heard the phone on the console room ring before. He'd watched humans talk on their rotary phones before, but it was a new experience to use one himself.