[He knows that voice. Knows it better than anyone else, and it cuts through the haze a little bit, his eyes flicking towards the direction the voice had been coming from.
He doesn't move to pick up the comm, but the repetition stutters to a halt for a moment as he struggles to reconcile the memories the hotel was forcing on him and the present.]
Steve? [His voice is still quiet, barely there, and he can still hear Zola talking like he's in the room with him, or far away, asking questions he didn't know the answers to and telling him what he needed to do, now.]
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He doesn't move to pick up the comm, but the repetition stutters to a halt for a moment as he struggles to reconcile the memories the hotel was forcing on him and the present.]
Steve? [His voice is still quiet, barely there, and he can still hear Zola talking like he's in the room with him, or far away, asking questions he didn't know the answers to and telling him what he needed to do, now.]