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[Sam's in the cockpit of the Starstruck when he turns the communicator on, seated in the captain's chair. He regards the camera in silence for a moment, and anyone who knows him might be able to tell that there are bags under his eyes, and that his normal goatee isn't as neatly shaven as usual, with rough stubble around the edges.]
I know we've had a lot of these lately - hell, I think someone else even pointed out that we had a lot of these lately - but since they were here for so long, I couldn't just not say something. Figure there are still people out there who deserve to know. [His own teammates, let alone any friends they'd made in their time here.]
Steve and Peggy are gone. [Well, Peggy's been gone; Steve's more recently departed. Sam feels like he ought to say more, but everything feels too private to dump on the network, in front of everyone. He opens his mouth to try and dredge something up, anything, but-
Nah. End transmission.]
I know we've had a lot of these lately - hell, I think someone else even pointed out that we had a lot of these lately - but since they were here for so long, I couldn't just not say something. Figure there are still people out there who deserve to know. [His own teammates, let alone any friends they'd made in their time here.]
Steve and Peggy are gone. [Well, Peggy's been gone; Steve's more recently departed. Sam feels like he ought to say more, but everything feels too private to dump on the network, in front of everyone. He opens his mouth to try and dredge something up, anything, but-
Nah. End transmission.]