MENTAL LINK.

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[Though it may be the first time that Bruce has reached out to everyone mentally, there’s no hesitation in how quickly his voice permeates in other hosts’ heads. As with most things, the man gets right to it — besides, this isn’t exactly being done for the sake of pleasantries.

Straight to business then:]

(If you’ve been paying attention, you’d know that Public Security Commissioner Seong-Hye Ngozi has been hiding something. I plan on visiting her office to find out exactly what that is.)

[Images of the office building itself filters through the link, the fruit of prior research and reconnaissance. And the implication is more than clear that this isn’t exactly going to be a scheduled office visit.]

(I’ll need distractions outside of the Public Security offices. Only volunteer if you’re confident that you know what you’re doing.)

[He’s sure questions are on their way, but he’s not willing to entertain them preemptively. Thus, his words end there.]

((ooc; this is the post for your character to ICly offer themselves to help with the break-in plot. (As detailed here.) Note that while Bruce might not find everyone’s credentials compelling, that won’t stop your character from coordinating with others if they want. He's not your supervisor!!!

Therefore, threadjacking is highly encouraged so all characters can sort out their plotting together!)

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[cognitived]

[ Steve no :c love him ]

( What do you want me to say, Steve? I'd rather tell you the truth than lie about it. )

[decommission]

[ A pause, like he's pulling in a breath, stirring in his head for a few seconds before saying anything else. His words are steady, hard-edged. ]

( I wanted to hear the truth, now I got it.

You don't owe me any other kind of explanation. )

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[sizeofyourbaggage]

[ And Sam can't resist butting in here, sorry Steve. ]

( When you found out what was really going on behind the scenes of that agency, you took it down. It was the first thing I teamed up with you for. )

[decommission]

[ His jaw sets tight, the tension of it pulling at the link. ]

( It's sounding like I could've drawn that line a helluva a lot sooner. )

[ He's not mad at Clint. Steve's mad about his own future, the decisions this version of him made. ]

[sizeofyourbaggage]

( You were thinking about getting out, even before, I just don't think you knew what'd you do with yourself. It's - we both know what it’s like, growing up real damn aware that we’re gonna have to work ten times harder than anyone else to get something. It’s not fair, and it’s not right, but it’s the way it is. You can give up, accept that and deal with it, or you can fight to get it anyway, fight to change it. And you and me - we’re the fighting kind. It’s like we don’t know how not to. )

[ He'd gotten a little bit carried away there, and the feeling that he hadn't quite meant to let all that out flows out before he pulls himself back in with a note of apology. ]

( You're not perfect, and it's easier to see the line when you're looking ahead to where it is or behind to where it was than when you're standing on where it should be. But you do your best, and I've trusted you since almost the first time we met. )

[decommission]

[ His insides are churning. Sam's words carry weight, but talking about the future, hearing about the choices he made while needing to rely on the context given to him by others - there are moments when he feels like he's got a good grip on things, and then there are moments when he feels like he's just clutching at air.

This is one of those latter times. ]

( Thanks, Sam. ) [ He means it, tries to convey that much with his thoughts without making it seem like he's brushing Sam off, he just needs his thoughts to settle without worrying that they're going to bleed into someone else's head.

The connection closes down to a pinhole, the breaks off. ]

[cognitived]

[ The tone edges up beneath his skin, judgmental in a way he should have expected but didn't. He's too used to an older version of Steve, one who knew SHIELD, knew him.

But, quietly, softly. ]

( SHIELD had it's problems, but we did do some good too. )

[ At least, Clint likes to think so. There's a pause, slow, the faint impression of weariness. He's tired of fighting. ]

( Maybe I don't owe an explanation, but that doesn't mean I can't answer some questions. )

[decommission]

[ He does quiet for some time, attention torn away from Clint by Sam's intervention. ]

( I know. ) [ His delayed answer comes more somber this time, lacking the harsh edge from just a moment ago - the response of someone that's just been socked in the gut.

The connection closes off with a wordless sense of acknowledgement. ]