[ Sam's still trying to put the pieces together into some kind of coherent idea of what happened; he and Lexa had been outside when it started going down, and everything he'd felt from the rest of the nest had just been an overwhelming jumble of anger and pain and something he's hard-pressed to find a better way to describe than oh, shit. It's still not making much more sense than it did while things were going down, but the how is probably less important than the what, he knows.
They're all going to be feeling the echoes of this for a while. ]
Few scratches, no big deal.
[ He realizes that his physical state probably isn't the real question being asked, but Sam's used to bottling things up and pretending he's fine. His family needed him to keep it together. His friends had no idea about any of the superhero stuff. The older Avengers probably didn't need one more reason to doubt bringing the kids on, and Miles and Kamala always seemed a little more comfortable with each other than he was with them.
And the Watcher was dead.
Bottle it up, brush it off, and try not to explode. That's just routine.
It's a lot harder to be convincing about it with the whole hivemind thing, though. ]
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They're all going to be feeling the echoes of this for a while. ]
Few scratches, no big deal.
[ He realizes that his physical state probably isn't the real question being asked, but Sam's used to bottling things up and pretending he's fine. His family needed him to keep it together. His friends had no idea about any of the superhero stuff. The older Avengers probably didn't need one more reason to doubt bringing the kids on, and Miles and Kamala always seemed a little more comfortable with each other than he was with them.
And the Watcher was dead.
Bottle it up, brush it off, and try not to explode. That's just routine.
It's a lot harder to be convincing about it with the whole hivemind thing, though. ]