[mental link] My farm. I lived in a remote part of Africa for a few years, recovering from brainwashingtriggerwordsHIMfuckingHYDRA some mental trauma. It was... possibly the most at peace I've ever been in my life.
And then...
[A series of images. The vibranium arm, brought in it's case. "Where's the fight?" with a feeling of heavy resignation. Flashes of battle, gunfire, alien beings. Charging at Thanos only to be tossed aside by a wave of power. And then the quiet, turning to Steve and seeing his own body turn to ash before things went black]
...Sorry. Didn't mean to go that far. Harder to stop your thoughts than your words.