"Oh," Steve exclaims, mouth twisting into a self-deprecating smile. He laughs at himself, reaching back to rub the back of his neck in embarrassment. "No, I guess we probably don't need to worry about that. Then again, I wasn't expecting I'd be pulled into the 24th century, either."
He shakes his head a little, shucking off thoughts of home and broken sidewalk and the smell of pepperoni, his mother's laugh and Bucky's sharp smirk. He takes a breath and looks around again, this time trying to find the edges of the room.
"Yeah, I actually forgot where we were for a minute," he muses. "The, uh, 'programs' seem to expand the dimensions of the room. There's a lot of space to move around out here."
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He shakes his head a little, shucking off thoughts of home and broken sidewalk and the smell of pepperoni, his mother's laugh and Bucky's sharp smirk. He takes a breath and looks around again, this time trying to find the edges of the room.
"Yeah, I actually forgot where we were for a minute," he muses. "The, uh, 'programs' seem to expand the dimensions of the room. There's a lot of space to move around out here."