"Sam?" Natasha called. "We could use you back here. Wanda just hit the dirt, trying to read our mole's head." Black Window glared at the woman in the cell. "Sure," she said. "Past poisoning Captain America, where were you going with this?"
Once everyone had gone, Steve pulled out his cell phone. He felt bad for having misled the others, but he hadn't exactly lied. The Doctor, the one they knew, the one that would continue on, was dead. But she was a time traveler. And there were other incarnations.
He wasn't sure if he would reach her, or which regeneration he might end up speaking to. But he'd met the first one. Maybe the others would remember him.