“I-“ Steve knows that Morgana is from a place where helicopters don’t exist. No helicopters, no parachutes, so nothing he’d normally use to explain himself would make sense.

He looks around the room, searching for something he could use. A surveillance camera would have been perfect, but he doesn’t have those in his apartment. Reaching into his pocket, Steve pulls out his PDC.

“Back home, I could break this one-handed.” Honestly it probably wouldn’t even require that he squeeze that hard, but Steve really isn’t one to brag. Even saying that made him feel a little uncomfortable.

A bit of color moves into her cheeks and Steve glances at her before he nods. “I have a similar hunch. I wonder if the people the Computer calls mutants, used to be like us.”