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sizeofyourbaggage) wrote2016-05-22 03:26 pm
sizeofyourbaggage) wrote2016-05-22 03:26 pm
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[ The anxiety spikes through him, trembling, delicate like the scream of a child. Clint had been on the edge of slumber, his turn now, Sam trusted to watch his back in their quick formed shifts.
But this -- this is Prague all over again, somehow. The need to get out, the need to fight free, to run and run and run until there was nothing left. Clint's mental walls strain, gossamer thin to snapping, before collapsing in on itself. He tenses, hands twitching for bow even as he blinks awake, mind sparking -- a wordless cry for help lapping at the shore of Sam's mind.
He's caught, blueblueblue, pushing up from where he'd curled. Heart in his throat, trying to pull himself together. It's alright, hold it together Barton. ]
But this -- this is Prague all over again, somehow. The need to get out, the need to fight free, to run and run and run until there was nothing left. Clint's mental walls strain, gossamer thin to snapping, before collapsing in on itself. He tenses, hands twitching for bow even as he blinks awake, mind sparking -- a wordless cry for help lapping at the shore of Sam's mind.
He's caught, blueblueblue, pushing up from where he'd curled. Heart in his throat, trying to pull himself together. It's alright, hold it together Barton. ]
[ Things had been quiet, the faint hum of the other Hosts at the back of his mind getting easier to ignore - or maybe he's just getting more used to it, but he doesn't want to go there - the soft rise and fall of Clint's chest giving him something to focus on.
And then it all goes to shit, and there's a rush of anxiety - Sam almost wonders if Barnes had come to the room, because that's the last time he remembers something like this - but no, it's different, it's too hard to think clearly, and Sam catches himself breathing shallow and rapid even before Clint screams soundlessly, reaching out for him.
For a moment, when Sam opens his mind up - because of course he does, without even thinking about it, when he senses Clint there seeking help it's the only response he's got - he gets caught up in the spark and crackle of blue, of run control pull yourself together hold it together I can't until it bleeds into his own sense of I can't ears ringing fire and char, burned metal and suffocating silence, Riley Steve Rhodes -
He reaches out almost blindly, hand making contact with the first thing he can reach. It turns out to be Clint's calf, and he keeps his touch gentle even as he uses it to ground himself. The feel of fabric under his fingertips, the warmth of skin even through it, the way the weave catches as he slides his hand down and back up, gently stroking. This is real, what's in his head isn't.
All right, okay, this isn't like a flashback or a panic attack, not really, but if he just keeps focusing on getting himself grounded, on breathing slow and deep, then maybe they can get each other through this.
And Clint can feel all of that, everything, Sam knows - but he speaks out loud anyway, to give them both something to focus on other than what's going on in their minds. ]
I got you, Clint, all right, you got me, too?
And then it all goes to shit, and there's a rush of anxiety - Sam almost wonders if Barnes had come to the room, because that's the last time he remembers something like this - but no, it's different, it's too hard to think clearly, and Sam catches himself breathing shallow and rapid even before Clint screams soundlessly, reaching out for him.
For a moment, when Sam opens his mind up - because of course he does, without even thinking about it, when he senses Clint there seeking help it's the only response he's got - he gets caught up in the spark and crackle of blue, of run control pull yourself together hold it together I can't until it bleeds into his own sense of I can't ears ringing fire and char, burned metal and suffocating silence, Riley Steve Rhodes -
He reaches out almost blindly, hand making contact with the first thing he can reach. It turns out to be Clint's calf, and he keeps his touch gentle even as he uses it to ground himself. The feel of fabric under his fingertips, the warmth of skin even through it, the way the weave catches as he slides his hand down and back up, gently stroking. This is real, what's in his head isn't.
All right, okay, this isn't like a flashback or a panic attack, not really, but if he just keeps focusing on getting himself grounded, on breathing slow and deep, then maybe they can get each other through this.
And Clint can feel all of that, everything, Sam knows - but he speaks out loud anyway, to give them both something to focus on other than what's going on in their minds. ]
I got you, Clint, all right, you got me, too?
Edited 2016-06-07 05:29 (UTC)
[ Sam's mind opens beneath his touch, unfurling like the petals of a lotus. It's -- it's everything at once, and Clint's breath rushes out of him, caught dumb in the ringing echo of metal and crackling flames. His eyes open, the blue of his gaze gone miles away, and Sam's hand curling around his ankle makes him tense instinctively. It's a brief notion, instinct an age old he can't avoid.
But Sam is there, pressed up against the sweep of his mind, and his hand is warm, counterpoint to the cold that curls through him still.
Breathe, breathe. In, hold, out; again, again. ]
Yeah--[ He grits out, shifting closer, the brand of Sam's hand a current cutting through him. Electricity, heat, something that might just burn him out from the inside. He needs to ground himself, needs to get control -- he reaches out, catches Sam's wrist in the cup of his palm. Feels the beat of a pulse beneath his fingertips. ] I've got you.
[ And it helps, really. A mission, that's all this is, and Clint's always been good at compartmentalizing and focusing on the mission. He heaves with his breath, scrubs his free hand over his face, through the messy spikes of his hair. ]
What was that?
But Sam is there, pressed up against the sweep of his mind, and his hand is warm, counterpoint to the cold that curls through him still.
Breathe, breathe. In, hold, out; again, again. ]
Yeah--[ He grits out, shifting closer, the brand of Sam's hand a current cutting through him. Electricity, heat, something that might just burn him out from the inside. He needs to ground himself, needs to get control -- he reaches out, catches Sam's wrist in the cup of his palm. Feels the beat of a pulse beneath his fingertips. ] I've got you.
[ And it helps, really. A mission, that's all this is, and Clint's always been good at compartmentalizing and focusing on the mission. He heaves with his breath, scrubs his free hand over his face, through the messy spikes of his hair. ]
What was that?
[ It's way, way too much, the spike of anxiety and Sam's own shit mixing in with Clint's until he can't tell one from the other. Until the need to run and the fear of control becomes part of the frozen feeling of helplessness, until he's watching Riley explode from behind the shimmering glow of blue with whispers in his ear.
But Clint's there, breathing with him - a grounding weight under the curve of his fingers, and Sam can feel the echo of his pulse against Clint's palm. And suddenly the press of Clint's mind is reassuring instead of overwhelming, as Clint murmurs I've got you back at him and Sam knows he means it, settles into the confidence that he's not alone, that he's got a trusted ally at his back.
That just as much as anything else calms him down, clears the fragmented mess of memories and feelings from his mind until he can breathe easier - and he can tell Clint is starting to settle as well. Of course the downside of being entirely too much in each other's heads at the moment is that Sam can feel Clint start to compartmentalize, and hell Sam knows just how dangerous that can be long term.
Now's not the time to go into that, though, so instead Sam shakes his head. And keeps his hand curled around Clint's leg, although that one is more absent. ]
Felt like a panic attack, only I haven't had one that bad in years. [ It slips out without a second thought, and he pulls another slow breath in and out. ] Someone's having a bad night. How you doing?
[ And don't you dare try to bullshit him, Hawkeye. ]
But Clint's there, breathing with him - a grounding weight under the curve of his fingers, and Sam can feel the echo of his pulse against Clint's palm. And suddenly the press of Clint's mind is reassuring instead of overwhelming, as Clint murmurs I've got you back at him and Sam knows he means it, settles into the confidence that he's not alone, that he's got a trusted ally at his back.
That just as much as anything else calms him down, clears the fragmented mess of memories and feelings from his mind until he can breathe easier - and he can tell Clint is starting to settle as well. Of course the downside of being entirely too much in each other's heads at the moment is that Sam can feel Clint start to compartmentalize, and hell Sam knows just how dangerous that can be long term.
Now's not the time to go into that, though, so instead Sam shakes his head. And keeps his hand curled around Clint's leg, although that one is more absent. ]
Felt like a panic attack, only I haven't had one that bad in years. [ It slips out without a second thought, and he pulls another slow breath in and out. ] Someone's having a bad night. How you doing?
[ And don't you dare try to bullshit him, Hawkeye. ]
[ A hand reaches out through the nest, giving a knock against a non-existent door.
You got a second? it asks, without putting the thought to more solid words yet. Courtesy. ]
You got a second? it asks, without putting the thought to more solid words yet. Courtesy. ]
[ Despite everything, there’s still a part of Sam that perks up immediately when Steve comes knocking. It's habit, one he's not even sure he wants to break. But at least he's had enough distance, enough time, to figure out how to keep it in check.
So it's not exactly that it's Steve that he metaphorically opens the door, just that it's another Host, one he'd like to know better. And Sam almost even believes that when he tells himself it. ]
( Yeah, man, any time. What's up? )
So it's not exactly that it's Steve that he metaphorically opens the door, just that it's another Host, one he'd like to know better. And Sam almost even believes that when he tells himself it. ]
( Yeah, man, any time. What's up? )
[ Continuing to keep a respectable distance has, at least for Steve, helped some. It's helped him better adjust to the idea of an impossible future, alternate timelines straight out of science fiction serials.
Also helps some that he's got a reason to approach Sam, though he can't say it's the kind of reason he'd hope for. ]
( It's Bucky. He forgot everything again after the blast. Figured you'd wanna know. )
Also helps some that he's got a reason to approach Sam, though he can't say it's the kind of reason he'd hope for. ]
( It's Bucky. He forgot everything again after the blast. Figured you'd wanna know. )
[ Something not quite panic or fear bleeds through the mental link, closer to concern tinged with a healthy dose of shit.
Sam runs his hand over his jaw, pulling in a deep breath and letting it out. ]
( That's twice it's happened around violence. Not exactly a pattern yet, but... How is he now? )
Sam runs his hand over his jaw, pulling in a deep breath and letting it out. ]
( That's twice it's happened around violence. Not exactly a pattern yet, but... How is he now? )
[ The concern echoes back through him. ]
( Getting better, just like before. ) [ Though it almost feels slower. ] ( Have you seen anything like this happen to him from - before? )
[ From their time, the future. Steve hasn't been for pursuing much about it until now. ]
( Getting better, just like before. ) [ Though it almost feels slower. ] ( Have you seen anything like this happen to him from - before? )
[ From their time, the future. Steve hasn't been for pursuing much about it until now. ]
[ It's almost a relief, their joint concern. Maybe he doesn't know this Steve as well as he'd like and maybe Steve doesn't know him - hell, maybe he's not even interested in knowing him - but this mutual sense of concern over Bucky Barnes, yeah, that's familiar. ]
( I don't think so. I mean - I spent two years looking for him, but he was a ghost. It's just, he's a soldier, and so am I. The world's not always kind to soldiers coming back, and he deserves better. )
[ He's not sure why he feels like he has to explain his decision to put so much effort into a man he barely knows. Sam's never really given a shit about explaining it before, but... well, it's always been between him and Steve and Barnes, he guesses, except now it isn't. Barnes is still Steve's best friend, and if Steve's asking about the future, he deserves to know. ]
( But there wasn't a lot of time for talking, once we found each other. I'm not sure how much he remembered or if he ever blanked out like this and just didn't tell me. I just know he had my back in a fight and if I gave him sass, he gave it back. )
( I don't think so. I mean - I spent two years looking for him, but he was a ghost. It's just, he's a soldier, and so am I. The world's not always kind to soldiers coming back, and he deserves better. )
[ He's not sure why he feels like he has to explain his decision to put so much effort into a man he barely knows. Sam's never really given a shit about explaining it before, but... well, it's always been between him and Steve and Barnes, he guesses, except now it isn't. Barnes is still Steve's best friend, and if Steve's asking about the future, he deserves to know. ]
( But there wasn't a lot of time for talking, once we found each other. I'm not sure how much he remembered or if he ever blanked out like this and just didn't tell me. I just know he had my back in a fight and if I gave him sass, he gave it back. )
[All he'd wanted to do was put hot water in the stupid cup and have the closest thing to cup noodles he could find. For comfort sake. That's all. He didn't count on his arm setting off the appliance. Or the fire.]
[He also really didn't count on broadcasting the whole incident.]
[This is a stream of alien curses. He doesn't mean for it to happen. He's just not... well. In control of this whole mess just yet. But this is what happens when you go from a live-in school setting, to space prison, to the Castle, where most food is just plain green space goo.]
[This is what happens -- you don't do so well with cooking. Even microwave noodles in a cup.]
[So Sam is treated to the cursing, to images of fire and a microwave in the shared kitchen -- or the approximation thereof -- and a wave of startled panic because shit shit shit where's the suppression kit? This is the opposite of what he wanted... Mixed with jumbled memories of ramen cooking in a coffee pot and blackened, burned coffee and why does this keep happening?]
[He also really didn't count on broadcasting the whole incident.]
[This is a stream of alien curses. He doesn't mean for it to happen. He's just not... well. In control of this whole mess just yet. But this is what happens when you go from a live-in school setting, to space prison, to the Castle, where most food is just plain green space goo.]
[This is what happens -- you don't do so well with cooking. Even microwave noodles in a cup.]
[So Sam is treated to the cursing, to images of fire and a microwave in the shared kitchen -- or the approximation thereof -- and a wave of startled panic because shit shit shit where's the suppression kit? This is the opposite of what he wanted... Mixed with jumbled memories of ramen cooking in a coffee pot and blackened, burned coffee and why does this keep happening?]
[ Sam'd been half asleep when the press of another mind against his jolts him awake, leaving the feeling of something close to an accidental distress call. He blinks for a moment, sorting through that, and then lets out a low chuckle.
He’d send a reply back, but he remembers how Shiro had reacted the last time he unintentionally broadcasted something. So instead he rolls out of bed, murmuring, 'be right back, gotta make sure one of your broodmates isn't gonna burn the kitchen down,' at Clint’s questioning look.
Sam's in purple pajama bottoms and a black tank top with a red bird on it as he pads out into the kitchen, feet bare. He leans against the doorway, one eyebrow raised. ]
You, uh. Need a little help?
He’d send a reply back, but he remembers how Shiro had reacted the last time he unintentionally broadcasted something. So instead he rolls out of bed, murmuring, 'be right back, gotta make sure one of your broodmates isn't gonna burn the kitchen down,' at Clint’s questioning look.
Sam's in purple pajama bottoms and a black tank top with a red bird on it as he pads out into the kitchen, feet bare. He leans against the doorway, one eyebrow raised. ]
You, uh. Need a little help?
[What even are pajamas. He probably doesn't own a pair. But he's minus the armor, finally -- now just in pants and what remains of the all but skin-tight shirt. We say 'what remains' because of the scorch marks on it.]
[While he stuffs a towel into the burning microwave with one hand. The metal hand.]
[Sam just. Gets a look of long-suffering.]
... Is there a fire extinguisher.
[While he stuffs a towel into the burning microwave with one hand. The metal hand.]
[Sam just. Gets a look of long-suffering.]
... Is there a fire extinguisher.
[ ...all right, between doesn't own pajamas and what remains, Sam is definitely making Shiro go shopping in the morning. Or at least letting him borrow some clothes.
But for now, he can't help but make a face when Shiro shoves his hand towards the fire, metal or not, and moves a little more quickly over towards him. ]
Man, get your damn hand out of the microwave.
[ Sam reaches over to unplug the microwave, followed by slamming the door shut to contain the fire. ]
It'll burn itself out with the door shut, I had to learn that the hard way.
But for now, he can't help but make a face when Shiro shoves his hand towards the fire, metal or not, and moves a little more quickly over towards him. ]
Man, get your damn hand out of the microwave.
[ Sam reaches over to unplug the microwave, followed by slamming the door shut to contain the fire. ]
It'll burn itself out with the door shut, I had to learn that the hard way.
[Honestly, it doesn't bother him. There's enough sensation to know it's hot, but the alien metal never seemed to be bothered by anything before. Not even being shoved through spaceship hulls. Or burning hot enough to seal metal doors closed.]
[A microwave fire is nothing.]
It's fine -- I can't feel it. [Which he probably should have fucking said a minute ago, oops.]
So... this isn't the first time someone's set cup ramen on fire? That makes me feel better.
[A microwave fire is nothing.]
It's fine -- I can't feel it. [Which he probably should have fucking said a minute ago, oops.]
So... this isn't the first time someone's set cup ramen on fire? That makes me feel better.
[ The war is still what it was before he showed up at the Station. Knowing that it ends a couple of years later offers relief that comes darkened with a larger picture of the future, where the war keeps on meaning something different to each generation, where the world keeps on letting certain people fall through the cracks.
His thoughts are muddled for a moment, heavy with consideration. ]
( Sounds like Buck. )
[ The last part.
And - it's not just Bucky that deserves better. ]
( I wanna hear more about it - how we all met, from the start. If that's alright. )
[ Because maybe he can't exactly be the friend that Sam knows, but that's no excuse to keep on treating him like a stranger. The fact is, they never could be strangers. ]
His thoughts are muddled for a moment, heavy with consideration. ]
( Sounds like Buck. )
[ The last part.
And - it's not just Bucky that deserves better. ]
( I wanna hear more about it - how we all met, from the start. If that's alright. )
[ Because maybe he can't exactly be the friend that Sam knows, but that's no excuse to keep on treating him like a stranger. The fact is, they never could be strangers. ]
Edited 2016-09-05 18:07 (UTC)
[ The corner of Sam's lips twitch upwards in a small hint of a smile at that first bit. Yeah, he kind of thought it did - Sam might not have known Barnes that well, might still not know him that well, but it was times like those that he thought he might've been seeing a glimpse of the guy Steve'd liked.
Hell, maybe even a guy Sam might like. Maybe.
He straightens up a little when Steve asks him more about the future. Sam hadn't been sure how much Steve wanted to know, let alone from some random guy who couldn't keep himself from acting a little too familiar with him. Sam kind of feels like he should be worrying about some kind of time continuum thing or some shit, but-
Well, it's not like that's already been pretty much shot to hell, if it does exist, and it's not really in him to withold something like this from Steve. ]
( Yeah, hell yeah, man, of course it's alright. Whatever you wanna know, it's yours. You want me to tell you like this, or you wanna talk face to face? )
Hell, maybe even a guy Sam might like. Maybe.
He straightens up a little when Steve asks him more about the future. Sam hadn't been sure how much Steve wanted to know, let alone from some random guy who couldn't keep himself from acting a little too familiar with him. Sam kind of feels like he should be worrying about some kind of time continuum thing or some shit, but-
Well, it's not like that's already been pretty much shot to hell, if it does exist, and it's not really in him to withold something like this from Steve. ]
( Yeah, hell yeah, man, of course it's alright. Whatever you wanna know, it's yours. You want me to tell you like this, or you wanna talk face to face? )
[ He lets out a breath, more like a short laugh. His hand lifts to rub at the back of his neck. ] ( Feels like the kinda thing we oughta have a drink for. )
[ Face to face, definitely. But the local bar's not exactly going to work, so - ]
( Meet you on the roof in thirty? ) [ He's got to go pick something up first. ]
[ Face to face, definitely. But the local bar's not exactly going to work, so - ]
( Meet you on the roof in thirty? ) [ He's got to go pick something up first. ]
Edited 2016-09-06 04:18 (UTC)
[ He huffs out a similar sound, mouth turning up in a real smile as he shakes his head. ]
( I hear that. I'll be there, see you in a bit. )
[ He gets to the roof early, but it's not exactly like that's a weird place for him to hang out. There’s a comfort in being up so high, and he leans against the railing as he waits, enjoying the brush of wind even if it's not the same with his feet planted on the ground. ]
( I hear that. I'll be there, see you in a bit. )
[ He gets to the roof early, but it's not exactly like that's a weird place for him to hang out. There’s a comfort in being up so high, and he leans against the railing as he waits, enjoying the brush of wind even if it's not the same with his feet planted on the ground. ]
[ The elevator opens up to the gardens with a minute to spare. He'd spent his time ducking down to the corner store to grab what he's got tucked under his arm: a six pack of green glass bottles, still cool from the fridge. ]
Evening. [ He calls out when he's close enough, making his way over to the railing with a brisk step to set the drinks down on the nearby bench. He nods at them - ] It's not the good stuff, but it does the job.
[ The Concordian equivalent of beer doesn't look or taste much different from what he knows back home. His mouth forms a line, then he tilts his head, looking down at the bottle caps. ]
Evening. [ He calls out when he's close enough, making his way over to the railing with a brisk step to set the drinks down on the nearby bench. He nods at them - ] It's not the good stuff, but it does the job.
[ The Concordian equivalent of beer doesn't look or taste much different from what he knows back home. His mouth forms a line, then he tilts his head, looking down at the bottle caps. ]
[ Sam straightens up a little when he hears Steve call out, shooting him a pleased smile when he spots the pack of beer. ] I've probably had worse, man, good enough for me.
[ He pauses, for just a moment, then runs a hand over his jaw. ]
So this is awkward. [ It's blunt, yeah, but he softens it with another smile and a soft huff. ] Figured someone might as well say it, since we're probably both feeling it. Look, I know I don't-
[ He cuts himself off before he can say something stupid like mean anything to you, because hell no Sam isn't here to make Steve feel guilty for anything, and he knows how to get what he's trying to say across better than that. Long as he can keep his thoughts in check. ]
I just, uh. Want you to know I'm not going into this expecting anything.
[ He pauses, for just a moment, then runs a hand over his jaw. ]
So this is awkward. [ It's blunt, yeah, but he softens it with another smile and a soft huff. ] Figured someone might as well say it, since we're probably both feeling it. Look, I know I don't-
[ He cuts himself off before he can say something stupid like mean anything to you, because hell no Sam isn't here to make Steve feel guilty for anything, and he knows how to get what he's trying to say across better than that. Long as he can keep his thoughts in check. ]
I just, uh. Want you to know I'm not going into this expecting anything.
[ Blunt's appreciated. He lets out a soft huff of his own, chin dipping down when Sam states the obvious. Yeah, this is awkward. No denying it. But when Sam continues - he looks up, frowns again.
Sometimes Steve gets so wrapped up in the kooky notion that he's got to live up to some future-alternate super version of himself that he keeps forgetting it's a little different for Sam. Sam's missing a friend that's right in front of him.
His expression softens a bit, giving a half shake of his head. ]
Sam - it's not my first first date. [ Those softened features turn a bit wry. It's what he'd do with Bucky, deflect with humor. Talking about serious mutual issues isn't a thing that they do, not in so many words. A pause, and he reaches for one of the beers, concentrating for a moment as a layer of silver covers his skin. Uses that same armored thumb to pop the cap off, handing the bottle over a moment later. ] You got your party trick figured out yet?
[ His first question isn't the most relevant, but they'll get there. ]
Sometimes Steve gets so wrapped up in the kooky notion that he's got to live up to some future-alternate super version of himself that he keeps forgetting it's a little different for Sam. Sam's missing a friend that's right in front of him.
His expression softens a bit, giving a half shake of his head. ]
Sam - it's not my first first date. [ Those softened features turn a bit wry. It's what he'd do with Bucky, deflect with humor. Talking about serious mutual issues isn't a thing that they do, not in so many words. A pause, and he reaches for one of the beers, concentrating for a moment as a layer of silver covers his skin. Uses that same armored thumb to pop the cap off, handing the bottle over a moment later. ] You got your party trick figured out yet?
[ His first question isn't the most relevant, but they'll get there. ]
Edited 2016-09-07 04:20 (UTC)
[ If there's one thing Sam's usually pretty decent at it's making his opinion known, and pointing out the shit that other people might skirt around. Least when it comes to stuff like this, and he smiles a little when Steve seems to take it okay.
Until Steve’s frowning up at him, and then Sam's back to being concerned he let something slip. He’s gotten better at keeping his emotions under wraps since they first met, but, well. Shit happens.
And then Steve says that, and Sam can't help but laugh. Hell yeah, he'll go along with breaking the tension up with humor. ]
Damn, and here I was feeling special. [ His eyebrows raise as he accepts the open bottle, impressed, even if his tone turns teasing. ] You show party tricks that good to all your first dates?
[ He takes a drink from the bottle, grinning a little. ] Starting to, anyway. You get injured at all in all that back there?
[ He could just tell Steve, yeah, but the way Steve'd said party trick kind of makes him want to show off a little. ...all right, a lot of things kind of make Sam want to show off a little, but that's beside the point. ]
Until Steve’s frowning up at him, and then Sam's back to being concerned he let something slip. He’s gotten better at keeping his emotions under wraps since they first met, but, well. Shit happens.
And then Steve says that, and Sam can't help but laugh. Hell yeah, he'll go along with breaking the tension up with humor. ]
Damn, and here I was feeling special. [ His eyebrows raise as he accepts the open bottle, impressed, even if his tone turns teasing. ] You show party tricks that good to all your first dates?
[ He takes a drink from the bottle, grinning a little. ] Starting to, anyway. You get injured at all in all that back there?
[ He could just tell Steve, yeah, but the way Steve'd said party trick kind of makes him want to show off a little. ...all right, a lot of things kind of make Sam want to show off a little, but that's beside the point. ]
i totally spaced that his face was busted from his fight sgfh gonna ~handwave~ what day this is.....
decommission
2016-09-09 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
Well, I've never had all that much to show before. [ He's gives a lopsided grin again when Sam laughs, picking up the banter as easily as anything. His chest warms a bit, but to the question he gives a half tilt of his head, expression sobering as his voice tries to keep up some of the levity. He figures the answer will explain something about Sam's 'party trick'. ]
Bumped my head in the blast. [ That's an understatement. He rubs at the back of it. ] Managed to hit the same spot this morning in the kitchen. [ Right into the counter when he was grabbing something from underneath. ] Wish I had that sorta aim when I was working on my batting average.
Bumped my head in the blast. [ That's an understatement. He rubs at the back of it. ] Managed to hit the same spot this morning in the kitchen. [ Right into the counter when he was grabbing something from underneath. ] Wish I had that sorta aim when I was working on my batting average.
Edited 2016-09-09 01:16 (UTC)
OOPS I should have checked, we can just handwave that Sam asked "anything else get injured?"
sizeofyourbaggage
2016-09-09 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Nah, I don't believe that for a second. [ It's light and keeping in tone with the banter, smile easy, but there's a sincerity in his eyes that shows he means it.
He nods at Steve's response, letting out a low chuckle and holding his hand out in an invitation for a hand shake. ]
There's never any better aim than when you're jostling an injury, man. Okay if I take care of that for you?
[ Showing off kind of loses its element of surprise when he telegraphs what he's going to do, but he doesn't want to just go grabbing at Steve without his permission. ]
He nods at Steve's response, letting out a low chuckle and holding his hand out in an invitation for a hand shake. ]
There's never any better aim than when you're jostling an injury, man. Okay if I take care of that for you?
[ Showing off kind of loses its element of surprise when he telegraphs what he's going to do, but he doesn't want to just go grabbing at Steve without his permission. ]
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