[His eyebrows shoot up in mild surprise and he looks down at his drawing, which doesn't look anything good enough to be a boat, and then back up at the teacher - Steve Rogers - and his oh-so-sincere expression. Was it genuine, or was he one of those people who acted all smiley and encouraging to help the broken people? Too early to tell yet.]
How the hell can you tell it's a boat?
[He's under no illusions, he knows his art is terrible. God only knows why Wilson thought that taking a class for something he was terrible at would help him out.]
I mean, uh, yeah, of course it's a boat. I don't know why, just the first thing that came into my head, that's all. I don't even like boats, I get seasick.
[Oh good, and now he's babbling. Shut up, Barnes.]
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How the hell can you tell it's a boat?
[He's under no illusions, he knows his art is terrible. God only knows why Wilson thought that taking a class for something he was terrible at would help him out.]
I mean, uh, yeah, of course it's a boat. I don't know why, just the first thing that came into my head, that's all. I don't even like boats, I get seasick.
[Oh good, and now he's babbling. Shut up, Barnes.]