Rogers' New York in the small sketches looks damn near antiquated by comparison. The old cars heading to the Brooklyn bridge. Roadside food carts and a ferris wheel that would be immediately shut down in Hunter's era. These sketches are joined by those of a woman with a similar face to Steve's smoothing out a wrinkle in her 1930's nurse uniform. A different woman with dark curls punching out a much larger soldier than she.
Faces familiar to locals of the Nexus as well who Hunter may or may not recognize. The newest drawings are of Steve's fellow Avengers. An anatomy study of a man drawing back a bowstring. A disheveled man in glasses hunched quietly over a cup of tea with headphones on. A woman looking up out of the corner of her eye as she cleans a pistol.
The raspy sounds of pages turning has slowed on Steve's end. He's staring at each and ever drawing of Hunter's in a quiet awe. His fingers tracing just above the familiar landmarks. Wide eyes studying the lined face of the corner cafe waitress cleaning tables. Of the greying beard on the homeless man looking up from his seat while a cheery real estate ad is plastered up behind him.
"I'm from Brooklyn...." Steve's voice is quiet and filled with emotion. His eyes are still on Hunter's sketchbook. "Born and raised. This is...these are something else." He sounds deeply impressed and more than a little moved.
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Faces familiar to locals of the Nexus as well who Hunter may or may not recognize. The newest drawings are of Steve's fellow Avengers. An anatomy study of a man drawing back a bowstring. A disheveled man in glasses hunched quietly over a cup of tea with headphones on. A woman looking up out of the corner of her eye as she cleans a pistol.
The raspy sounds of pages turning has slowed on Steve's end. He's staring at each and ever drawing of Hunter's in a quiet awe. His fingers tracing just above the familiar landmarks. Wide eyes studying the lined face of the corner cafe waitress cleaning tables. Of the greying beard on the homeless man looking up from his seat while a cheery real estate ad is plastered up behind him.
"I'm from Brooklyn...." Steve's voice is quiet and filled with emotion. His eyes are still on Hunter's sketchbook. "Born and raised. This is...these are something else." He sounds deeply impressed and more than a little moved.