mental link; day 49/50ish

[sizeofyourbaggage]

[ Sam's... not normally one to use the mental link to talk to the Nest in general; he still prefers in person most of the time. But the only other option he can think of for something like this is to stick up flyers, so mental link it is. With his widened connection comes the feeling of feathers and a distance rush of wind. ]

( For those of you who don't know me - I'm Sam. I'm one of the people you can find spending half the day in the training hall. I know a lot of us have got our own training routine, but I'm looking to step outside mine a little.

Guess you could call this an interest check, see who'd be up for doing some training in working together. I know everyone ain't into the team thing and I'm not asking you to be, if you don't want to. Just looking for the willing. We're all doing missions together, it'd be nice to have some practice seeing how our skills can compliment each other.

Not gonna drop my resume on people who ain't interested, but I'll answer any questions you want about my experience. Or you can find me in the training hall every morning. )

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[cognitived]

[ He pleads the fifth. ]

( Oh that's how it is? I see who your favorite assassin is, now. )

[sizeofyourbaggage]

[ Hard to do in a hive mind, Clint. ]

( Ex-assassin. ) [ Because Bucky doesn't do that anymore, not when he can help it. Then Sam's mental tone dips low, something warm and smoky curling around them. ] ( You know you're my favorite in everything you are. )

[cognitived]

[ Don't doubt him, he will find a way. ]

( In everything, hmm? )

[ Ignoring the rebuke -- or rather, acknowledging and settling it aside for later. Ex-assassin, right, because Barnes wasn't ever given a choice when it came to profession. Well that's fine, only room for one assassin in this nest anyway. ]

[sizeofyourbaggage]

[ There's something like a huff across the mental link, mostly amusement, with just the smallest undercurrent of something more. ]

( Don't ask questions that you know you don't wanna feel me answer, man. )

[ He knows Clint and feelings, man, and there's no way he could answer that even the slightest bit truthfully without some of them coming out. ]

[cognitived]

[ That's -- well, he appreciates the warning to this actually. There's a faint impression of someone holding their hands up and backing away. Joking, mostly, but also not. Sam knows him too well. ]

( Yeah, yeah. You got anything else for me? )

[ Because otherwise he's going to sink back into the shadows. Maybe literally. ]