"Captain, what's going on with you?"
Danvers of The Marvels was dumbfounded. Will came to his senses, raised an eyebrow at Strange behind his back, and conveyed his question with his eyes.
Will: Captain, the script clearly says that you weren't supposed to make your entrance until after we shook off Strange.
The other turncoats were similarly puzzled. They could not understand why Steve had appeared ahead of schedule, which was also the main reason they had been half a beat slow to gasp just now.
The script was in chaos. How were they supposed to act next? What if their lines no longer matched the situation?
"Will, Danvers, and everyone present, I'm sure you've already noticed..."
Steve spoke expressionlessly while flicking a look at Will.
Steve: Danvers tore down the walls a little too enthusiastically, and the boss got petty again, so he changed the script at the last minute. My target isn't Strange anymore—it's Danvers.
Will's expression shifted. "Captain, I don't quite understand what you mean!"
Will blinked hard. Captain, could you at least put some expression into it when you're sending looks? I can't understand you!
"What do I mean?"
A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched Steve's zombie-like face. It was impossible to tell whether he had actually smiled. He said coldly, "A long time ago, besides being Captain America/Captain Marvel, I also had another identity: Hydra Captain. Is that clear enough?"
Steve: Will, just as expected of you. I knew you'd understand. Hurry up and tell Danvers that this will be a real fight, so she should get ready!
"Captain, stop joking. You're being controlled, right?"
Will: You only curled your lips. How was that any different from before? Can you give me a little more of a hint?
"Will, reality is this cruel. No one