[It wouldn't happen again. It would never happen to anyone else he cared about. Not while they had no say in it. Not... like what happened to them.]
[His fingers tighten. Release. A slow pattern along the edges of the little metal disc. And you? flickers a few times in his head, pulsing like it has its own heartbeat.]
(I'm tired.)
[It's weird that it comes out so easily. How simply he can say that to Bucky, if no one else. He's... tired of this mission, of this place. Of all this politics and secrecy, of the confines of these disguises. Tired of living with the feeling of green lightning skittering down his spine, with nothing to anchor it.]
(I'm... really tired of fighting with people I'm supposed to be working with. Supporting.) [He shakes his head, weight listing sideways into Bucky's shoulder again.] (Sam, Pidge, Elena... you... feel like the few people I've got left to count on.)
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[His fingers tighten. Release. A slow pattern along the edges of the little metal disc. And you? flickers a few times in his head, pulsing like it has its own heartbeat.]
(I'm tired.)
[It's weird that it comes out so easily. How simply he can say that to Bucky, if no one else. He's... tired of this mission, of this place. Of all this politics and secrecy, of the confines of these disguises. Tired of living with the feeling of green lightning skittering down his spine, with nothing to anchor it.]
(I'm... really tired of fighting with people I'm supposed to be working with. Supporting.) [He shakes his head, weight listing sideways into Bucky's shoulder again.] (Sam, Pidge, Elena... you... feel like the few people I've got left to count on.)