Sam/Nat
Ugh - sorry, Sam. I am, it turns out I haven’t uniformly done a great job with breaking the news. And no, where I’m coming from, dead is just - dead, pretty much, end of sentence. No tricks on my end, it was a necessary thing. (Don’t tell Bucky I said that, he’s touchy about it.) For the scope of what we were trying to pull off, but also it was going to be me or Barton and I can’t really imagine a world where I’d have let it be Barton, so.
But if this place is a trick, it’s not a bad one. Back home, you and Steve and I were pretty inseparable for a lot of years, I don’t know if he filled you in on any of that. I missed you a lot. Though if you’re still deeply unsober, I can cut back on the paragraphs and lean hard into the “where are you stashing the eggs.”