mental link; after the riding events

[sizeofyourbaggage]

[ Sam's mental presence is accompanied by the sweep of feathers and the rush of wind as he focuses in on his connection to the Nest, occassionally dotted with a faint hint of static or the glint of stars. ]

( There's more than a few of us going at this mission in our own way, so I figure it can't hurt to check in. I don't got a lot this early in the game, but if anyone wants what I've found out about our hosts or the other envoys or what I've been doing to get it, I'll pass it on. This ain't a trade kind of thing - I'll tell you whether or not you wanna let me know what you've been up to. But if you don't mind sharing, hell, I'll take it. )

[ They're a paranoid bunch here, Sam knows that. He'd rather get what little he's been able to find out to people who might be able to do something with it than insist on getting something back. ]

( If you'd rather do it in person, just tell me when or where. I'm pretty sure I heard something about Adra making us all dinner later, so that might not be a bad time either. )

[ On an OOC note, if you only want info sharing and would rather handwave the interaction or just want to know what Sam would share, hit me up on the first comment to this post! ]

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[cognitived]

[ Don't need to say it out loud, when their minds are so closely intertwined. Not when its been years and files and a stint under the sea after the fallout that began with HYDRA. Covers blown and wings ripped off, the desperation fueled fights.

No, neither of them will ever be in a situation like that. Not if Clint can help it, not if Sam can do the same. ]

( Hah! Well, ain't that the truth. )

[ Teasing, teasing. But still. ]

( Pay attention or your buddy there might walk off with out you, man. )

[sizeofyourbaggage]

[ Things have changed so much since then - Sam's not the same man he was when Steve and Nat showed up at his door to ask for his help taking down HYDRA - but they know enough now to keep it from happening again.

Doesn't mean something else won't happen, because there's always something, but that's what they've got each other for.

That's what they've got the others in the Nest they trust for, though Sam wouldn't have said that when they first got here. ]

( I'm paying attention, I'm paying attention. I'm pretty sure this guy just wants to walk with me to make someone jealous, anyway, he's not all that subtle about staring at his partner flirting with someone else. )

[cognitived]

[ They're not all that different, not at the very core. But -- yeah. Things have changed, and they've grown with it, moving onward onward onward. The beat of never again in the drum of their pulse.

There's always the chance that something'll happen, of course, but here and now they've each other. And others, broodmate and friend alike, those they trust.

Clint wouldn't have said it in the beginning either, but, well. Things change. ]

( Well, you do make a pretty arm piece. )

[ But also Sam's a 100% right, and they both know it. There's a sigh, bored, and it's only somewhat faked. ]

( Nobody's spilling interesting gossip tonight. )

[sizeofyourbaggage]

[ Things change. It's the only constant, really, but Sam's adaptable. They both are.

Besides, he's long since decided that he wouldn't take any of this back, even if he could. ]

( Damn right I do. I make this look good. ) [ There's a thoughtful hum over the mental link, and then fingertips at the hollow of Clint's throat, tugging at his short hair, playful and teasing. ] ( Could always make some. )

[cognitived]

[ Adaptable, dependable, it's no surprise they've fallen in together in the face of, well, everything. Worth it, even if sometimes the rage and grief wells up hot and heady upon the tongue.

Now, well, Clint snorts. Leans into that touch with a roll of his eyes and an impression of shoulders bumping playfully. ]

( Don't look so pleased with yourself, man. )