"Hey, if I'm here, I can at least help, you know?" he took the needle and thread, and quickly threaded it. Okay, so he could sew. It wasn't like it meant anything. He'd had to build his superhero costume somehow, after all.

He reached out, and pressed the needle in, starting to sew it shut, pausing after the first slice in. He remembered Kremlin stitching up his arm. It always hurt. "Keep talking, what are you getting up to? I've stayed out of the loop with import affairs, for the obvious reason."