Re: [Epic: A Conclusion in a Hundred Parts. Boston.]
[No sound from Steve as he scrambles away, taking, yes, one of the nearby, very small, empty ships and quickly figures out the most rudimentary of controls before he tears it away from the turf of the park and heads toward the smoking meteor.] Stark, I'm incoming. I need confirmation—I need you to brace yourself. Stark? Do you copy?