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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[sizeofyourbaggage]

( That's cause you and me operate on similar wavelengths. )

[ And he'd have done it again, even with everything - though he'd have changed what he said to Stark - but that doesn't mean there isn't a low undercurrent of anger and resigned bitterness at the memory of the Raft. At its very existence, at the fact that there will always be people who will look at him and see not his years of service, not his work at the VA, not even an Avenger, but a criminal.

Yeah, him and Clint operate on the same wavelength in more ways than one.

He gives an amused huff at that, shaking his head. ]

( You know me better than that. I only go for flattery when I'm flirting. )

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[cognitived]

[ There's a soft huff of laughter, something wry and not quite bitter. Yeah, yeah they do work on similar wavelengths. Clint'll never forget Sam's voice over the comm, but he's known if for a long while. Clint might have dropped everything on a dime to help Steve, but it had been Sam Wilson who'd done it first, who went into the belly of the beast and found HYDRA at the man's side.

Maybe, in another world, Clint would have been right there with them instead of undercover. Maybe.

But in this one, Clint can feel the tense undercurrent of anger and bitterness curling in Sam's mind. In this one, Clint knows exactly how Sam feels, betrayed and gutted out, reduced in one fell swoop to nothing more than a criminal. Funny, but Clint hadn't expected that one.

Sam deserves so much more than that. ]

( What, I don't get that famous Wilson charm? Save the world and this is what I get. )

[ He grouses, but there's a soft edge of relief. He doesn't really want to talk about it, not yet, not ever. Should've kept his mouth goddamn shut. ]

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[sizeofyourbaggage]

[ For a moment - a long moment, maybe a little longer than he's proud of - Sam closes his eyes and lets himself feel. Soaks up not having to keep it all in check, that he can just let himself rage a little and feel it resonate with Clint's own sense of betrayal and resentment. It's a whole lot of ugly, angry feelings, and Sam knows that - but the world they left could be an ugly, angry place, and trying to pretend like the feelings weren't there only gets them so far.

Sometimes he just needs to acknowledge them a little, keep them from bubbling up and spilling over in a way he doesn't want - he refuses to let them have any more control over him - and it's so damn good to do it with someone who gets at least part of it, who has a similar bitterness beating against his own ribs.

He doesn't need to explain any of it to Clint, because he was there. Hell, he doesn't even have to acknowledge it after this, after they pull back a little and switch to goofing around, because Clint doesn't want to talk about it any more than Sam does. Eventually, maybe, and Sam'll probably be there before Clint is, but right now they're on the same page.

So he smirks a little, letting amusement trickle through their mental connection to replace what he pushes away. ]

( You feeling a little under appreciated, turtle-dove? You wanna hear how I think you got the whole package, huh, looks and brains and that sassy ass little smirk that won't quit? Wanna hear how much it means to me that I got someone here that I trust easy as breathing, that I don't ever gotta think twice about because I know you'll have my back quick as I've got yours, how it makes this crap a little easier knowing we can take it on together? ) [ He'd started off playing around, but it's still pretty clear that his words are sincere. ] ( Well, there you go. )