“But I just got a hold of the scanner,” Steve protested. You kept a firm grip on his arm and pulled him to the large machine in the corner of the room.
“Steve Rogers, it's not going to bite you!” You handed him several reports that you had decided to copy for this purpose.
The poor man looked like he wanted to run away. But you weren't having that. You'd already taught him the basics of the computer and shown him how scanners worked. It was either copy machines or fax machines. And between the two of them, you weren't sure he'd be able to grasp the idea of a fax machine yet.
So, copy machine it was. Besides, des