Last spark from the ashes

Siri is a little more transparent than she thinks she is. Steve smiles at the noise of her stifling a laugh, but he kind of gets it. It's the same kind of thing his ma used to do when he and Bucky got up to shenanigans.

"Yeah, he seems a little outnumbered," he says of Ghost, glancing over to the collection of robots circulating around the newly-transformed human. "Definitely needs backup. I thought it was some kind of hazing ritual when I walked in."

It's clearly all in good fun, though.

When his counterpart comes over, he gives him a welcoming nod and moves a couple things aside to make space on the tabletop. "It was weird before, too. You learn to sort of Alice-in-Wonderland it, after a while in the Nexus, and just let the madness float by without questioning too much."

"Here," he opens the sketchbook to a blank page and turns it toward the other Steve. "You wanna try my watercolor set? The pigments are really strong; I was impressed."

It's a small, portable set of twelve little half-pans, and he's been using his water glass to clean the brushes. Someone in the kitchen might not be thrilled about that when the go to wash the dishes, but oh well.