James is drawing in the dirt. Buildings, and robots. Things that he wasn't used to, to be frank. There was Tony and Jacosta, but that had been it. Then, Mr. Vision had appeared. Now, Ultron is gone. The cracked shield leaning against his knee had belonged to his father. He remembers it, whole, without the damage, resting on a wall. He remembers trying to touch it, but then being scooped up by this blond man, who'd tickled him.
"Mr. Vision said, that most of Asia was conquered." He thinks, anyway. "That means there are still people." He doesn't look up from his random drawings in the sand. "If we can get word to them, we might have a shot..." He trails off, sticking his stick back in the fire, to char the end again.
"Taking out Ultra City... New York," he corrects himself, "that could signal to them that there's a chance. Maybe Pym can help Tony reprogram the robots?" He's not so sure on that point.
He's been more talking to himself than to Hawkeye. (He'll respect him not wanting to be called Francis.) "Sorry. A lot on my mind." He admits. He goes to scrub out his drawings with one booted foor.
Now I apologize.
"Mr. Vision said, that most of Asia was conquered." He thinks, anyway. "That means there are still people." He doesn't look up from his random drawings in the sand. "If we can get word to them, we might have a shot..." He trails off, sticking his stick back in the fire, to char the end again.
"Taking out Ultra City... New York," he corrects himself, "that could signal to them that there's a chance. Maybe Pym can help Tony reprogram the robots?" He's not so sure on that point.
He's been more talking to himself than to Hawkeye. (He'll respect him not wanting to be called Francis.) "Sorry. A lot on my mind." He admits. He goes to scrub out his drawings with one booted foor.