"You do realize you can speak, right?" I asked.

The shuttle had stopped abruptly in the shuttle bay thirty-two minutes after the tractor beam had caught us into its grasp. In that time Steve refused to speak with me because of giving him a completely not-so-humiliating attire. I can't believe he is that way!   I rubbed my forehead annoyed at the stubborn mortal.

No wonder he is called 'Captain America'.

He represents the 'very silent but angry' side of  Midgard.

The doors behind us opened.

"Freeze!" They spoke in English. "With your hands up behind your head!"

I looked over in the direction of the Klingons with a raised eyebrow.

"So your captain can't speak English," I said. "How lovely."

"Out of the shuttle!" The second Klingon said.

"What about my passenger?" I asked.

"Out." The second Klingon growled.