[ No, nothing like Riley, not really. Clint's -- seen snatches, felt the buffet of wind and stench of fire-flesh-metal, known the make up of the man who was Sam's wingman. They're not alike, not really, and that brings Sam comfort, Clint knows.
Just as Sam isn't a replacement for Natasha, but easy enough to follow. They've spent months now, learning each other, mind and form, in the unshielded span between them and the furious-playful training of their spars. This slotting together is nothing so much as inevitability.
But, yes. Feelings, complications, the steel hidden beneath their easy partnership that they both are fully aware of. Set aside for later later later. Instead, in the now, Clint teases and Sam responds. ]
(My real superpower.)
[ He laughs, all gleaming teeth, even though both sound and sight are hidden away beneath cloth and the twist of mind. ]
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Just as Sam isn't a replacement for Natasha, but easy enough to follow. They've spent months now, learning each other, mind and form, in the unshielded span between them and the furious-playful training of their spars. This slotting together is nothing so much as inevitability.
But, yes. Feelings, complications, the steel hidden beneath their easy partnership that they both are fully aware of. Set aside for later later later. Instead, in the now, Clint teases and Sam responds. ]
( My real superpower. )
[ He laughs, all gleaming teeth, even though both sound and sight are hidden away beneath cloth and the twist of mind. ]