He hasn't heard it in 23 months and 69 years, but he knows that voice like he knows the sound of Vibranium taking a hit, or the smoker's lung stutter of war birds flying overhead. He glances up, focus shifting from the pad of paper sitting in front of him to some unfixed point at first.
"He's lying," he says, loud enough to be heard, the corner of his mouth half-cocked in a smile. He sets the pencil down and looks in the direction of the voice at last. Even if Howard isn't looking right at him, Steve would know that silhouette anywhere. "He's got jaws like a pit bull's."
It's been 1 year, 11 months, and 14 days since the last time Steve Rogers laid eyes on Howard Stark, but it feels like a lifetime ago. And in a way, it has been.
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He hasn't heard it in 23 months and 69 years, but he knows that voice like he knows the sound of Vibranium taking a hit, or the smoker's lung stutter of war birds flying overhead. He glances up, focus shifting from the pad of paper sitting in front of him to some unfixed point at first.
"He's lying," he says, loud enough to be heard, the corner of his mouth half-cocked in a smile. He sets the pencil down and looks in the direction of the voice at last. Even if Howard isn't looking right at him, Steve would know that silhouette anywhere. "He's got jaws like a pit bull's."
It's been 1 year, 11 months, and 14 days since the last time Steve Rogers laid eyes on Howard Stark, but it feels like a lifetime ago. And in a way, it has been.