Thor feels the static on the other end like a knife slicing through his gut and he looks to the sky, the shadows hanging over him like the wispy ends of clouds, and sighs. He clips the communicator back on his belt as Steve pats him on the shoulder, smiling.
"At least he didn't lie, huh?"
Thor gives him a thankful look and returns the smile, lifting his burly arm to grab the Captain's shoulder, like he would grab someone's hand during a handshake, and laughs at his friend with shining eyes.
"My brother has not failed me, it seems," he murmurs joyously, and at the same time finds his face falling with the weight of a sudden frown. "We still have to find a location."
Steve's eyes widen and he nods, turning to look out into some distant place, and turns back around with a smile, his blue eyes shining.
"Don't worry. I think I found a good spot while you were talking," he reassures, walking to the edge of a small cliff they'd wandered onto, and he points to his left.
Thor comes up behind him and smiles in agreement as Steve clicks on his communicator. The mountain, with jagged edges surrounding its flat peak, is small in comparison to the mountain Amora made her home out of, and Thor watches as lightning strikes near the top, flinching with surprise. Since when did lightning strike in the shadow realms? He hears half of a conversation that he missed as he turns to his teammate, brow furrowed.
"Yeah," Steve says, nodding. "We found a spot."
Sorry that this is so short. :/ Please R&R! ;)