Jim had texted him, My turn
“Just…be helpful, Walter, okay?” Nathan said, turning to head back out of the alley. “The Doomsday advice is really getting old.”
Nathan returned to the car to switch out with his brother, passing Jim a small smile of encouragement as he reclaimed his spot in the driver’s seat with Sasha beside him. Walter had thankfully disappeared.
The night was quiet. It proved to Nathan how good of a seal Sasha must be for all his charismatic openness, because he was being so serious, so focused right now. Jim’s time down the alley was half over before Nathan realized he and Sasha had been sitting there almost the entire time without talking.
“Who would win in a fair fight, Optimus Prime or Captain America?”
“What?” Sasha sputtered.
Nathan looked over and saw that the expression on Sasha’s face was as amused as his tone implied. “Humor me,” he said.