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The helicopter is quiet, even with your teammates already on board. Everyone is staring at you in a sort of shocked paralysis, you and Steve, or, not Steve anymore, you don’t even know, and because he’s safely on board now (and you don’t know why that mattered, either, but it did, and it does) you let go of his hand.
Even Coulson, on the radio, is silent.
“At least,” you say into the empty air, “he never found out about Tony.”