"I leave the public speaking to my father." Sam grinned wryly. "He's a preacher back home. Guess some of his outlook rubbed off on me." If not his religion, but that wasn't relevant.

Sam entered the tent behind Steve and gave the other Commandos a friendly wave as Steve introduced him. "I've got these wings here that Mr. Stark whipped up," he explained, gesturing to the gear he carried. It didn't look like much, stashed in what looked like oversized suitcases, but that was the idea. "What I do is fly, except I'm a lot quieter than any plane, and I can take off and land anywhere. Hopefully that means I can be of some practical use with what you all are doing out in the field." He omitted anything about the serum; he didn't want to explain what the government had done to him, not to a bunch of (mostly) white men. He'd told Steve because it was necessary, but Sam planned to keep it under wraps.