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After the Plane Crash

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They're not soldiers.

But Banner cheerfully handled the pace, barefoot, as if he'd done it dozens of times, gathering edible plants without slowing. Natasha read spoor like a scout, and walking point she once held them frozen for twenty minutes patiently waiting for a bear and two cubs to clear the path. Barton kept them in meat, funny stories, and filthy jokes. And Stark twisted weeds into cord, knotted cord into netting, and fashioned netting and branches into shelter at night and a travois to carry their supplies throughout the day.

Steve hadn't been happier since marching with the 107th.