He hadn't honestly expected it would work. Not really. Why would it? But then he'd also figured there was no harm in giving it a shot. And now he was standing inside the compound. Not that it was quite how he remembered it. It all looked too new, compared to the last time he'd been there. Then again, he'd worded his wish. Was it a wish? Whatever it was that had allowed this, he'd worded it in a way he'd hoped would give them access to everything they might need.
The fact Natasha seemed so sure the Avengers wouldn't be needed here, but had asked for the Quinjet, spoke volumes. There was something almost comforting in seeing it sitting there as though nothing had changed. Despite what she might have thought, he did get where she was coming from. But he refused to sit back meekly waiting for something to happen because the locals held some prejudices against those of them without magic. Steve knew the value in being prepared. And like he'd told her, that's all this was. Being ready.
And maybe in a world where magic was so prevalent, some of that wouldn't matter. But it was better than nothing. And he wasn't going to apologise for that.
"So should I be saying something about you staring at the wall?" He called out to her as he stepped into the hangar. It was all far too familiar not to.