[ When that crease at Steve's brow doesn't go away, Sam can't help but reach out through their mental link. It's not something he's ready to talk about, but at the moment he's grateful for the connection so he can use it to say what he can't put into words. To leave the impression of that, a wordless promise that he'll tell Steve about it when he can.

Then he pulls back, putting up his shields enough to do his best to just let the images through, even if he knows it's gonna be impossible to separate them completely. ]

All right, yeah. You already know Clint, so-

Wanda Maximoff. [ The image of her is tinged with affection and the scent of nail polish as she waggles her freshly painted black nails at him, laughing. ] Scott Lang. [ A flash of exasperated amusement accompanies Scott's wide smile and bright eyes.] Natasha Romanoff. [ Her coy smirk is the first thing he thinks of, the gleam in her eyes when she's trying not to be amused by something he said. ] Tony Stark. [ And here he tries so damn hard, thinks of Tony babbling excitedly over his wings, but the image skips and there's a flicker of the last time he saw Tony from behind the glass wall of a cell. Sam lets it go just as quiet, resentful weariness starts to seep in, buries it under a sea of clouds and focuses on that for a moment before he gets back on track. ]

T'Challa. I dunno if he really counts, we just met him, but- [ There's a shrug, and the sense that the man Sam pictures came through for them. ] James Rhodes. [ He does better at holding back his guilt, but there's still a flash of falling before he focuses on an image of the way James would smirk whenever he gossiped about Tony. ] Vision. [ Obviously not human, but though there's a conflicted sense coming from Sam, there's also the impression that it doesn't have much to do with that. ]