→ fractured moonlight on the sea

[ There's nothing but static coming from somewhere for a long time before the video feed filters in, someone's gloved finger stuck over the lens and a close-up of dark blue fabric. Whoever it is seems to be handling the device badly, clumsy like he's not sure what it is, or does, proven by the fact he almost drops it, gives a flash of his holster in the process. ]

- the hell?

[ It's placed down on some sort of surface, hard and jolting, and the feed kicks back in to an image of a disgruntled looking guy pulling said glove off with his teeth, words muffled to begin with. ] Future my ass. What is this crap? Hey - uh - wait, is this thing working? It doesn’t need like an aerial, does it? [ The sound of more rustling. ] Stark, if you do not get down here and explain this doohickey to me, I will kick your yellow ass from here back to Brooklyn, y’get me-? Just ‘cause our boy's keen on you don’t mean I have to, or that I have to trust the rubbish you thrust on us.

[ More silence, well, maybe he's realising he's not in Kansas anymore. Which is when he picks it back up, giving a close up of half of his face. ] Hello-? Seriously, this ain’t funny, okay? I got places to be, Nazis to beat up, can’t be sitting round here all the time. Cap needs me, so if you could just -.

[ Huffing out a sigh. ] Well, damn.