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Howard Stark, for all his experience with the strange and the exceptional, still hadn’t expected to be this excited about someone with ‘training’ coming out of the Hidden Continent and, upon being asked to meet with SHIELD, agreeing.
He held a hand out to the woman, who was dressed in navy blue, vaguely militaristic clothing and a pair of opaque sunglasses, and relaxed as she shook it with a smile. He was getting on in years, but he still had most of his charm (no matter what Peggy said).
“Howard Stark.” He introduced himself. “And you are?”
“Mariko Uchiha.” The woman answered, and her voice was accented when she continued. “I hear you want to know about the Hidden Continent?”
“Whatever you can tell us. I know they have… rules.” Unfortunately.
“I was never allowed to even go to the Academy, Mr. Stark. I am neither subject to those laws nor fond enough of my homeland to consider following them out of any sense of misplaced loyalty.” She smiled. “Ask and ye shall receive.”