A funny thing happens while he's watching her; most people reach out, try to touch something steady to reassure themselves. Sinthia doesn't. Her hands fold into her lap and she looks nowhere but at Steve, but she isn't reading his mind. She isn't reading anyone, not even the stray passing thoughts, and that is not an easy task to manage. And no, she doesn't know who Captain America is, but she can fit the puzzle pieces together with amazing acccuracy.





"You're him, aren't you."

She really should kill him now.