If you’re excited, you’re not showing it. If you’re scared or nervous, you’re not showing that either. I know you know it’s coming, because I’ve mentioned it enough times that you reply with a long-suffering sigh and a grunt of acknowledgement when I bring it up. I think you want to get this over with. I think for you it’s a necessary challenge in order to… Well. In order to do a lot of things. In order to reclaim your humanity. In order to prove that you’re stronger than the Soldier, stronger than what they made you. In order to take the next step towards regaining a life of your own.
Or maybe just in order to placate me, the one person in this awful, confusing time who has struggled alongside you every step. I don’t like giving myself that much credit, so maybe it’s in order to shut me up, the one person in this awful, confusing time who won’t quit henpecking you long enough to get through this and gain a few moments peace. Yeah that’s probably the most accurate reason.
I see the blur of motion before I hear her gasp and I’m moving before my mind registered what’s happened. You’re fast, but I’m faster, and I catch your metal wrist in my hand before you can grab her. There’s a quiet fury in your eyes, locked on her like a wolf. The motors in your arm strain and there’s a high pitched whir in my ear. I recognize the glow of the Widow Bite against my cheek, aimed at your face. Sam’s pistol is up and out, but your eyes are on Nat.
“Drop it! Drop it!” Sam is yelling, and you try to shift but I refuse to let go.
“No! Stop! Nat, stand down--”
“Steve.” Her voice is calm, too calm, and Sam is still yelling.
“Sam, drop your weapon! Nat -- stand down! ” Your eyes flit to the pistol, then to Nat again. I can see how fast the thoughts are moving behind your eyes, running through every possible scenario.
“Steve, he’s dangerous!” Sam shouts.
“Well you’re scaring him!”
“Scaring him?” I half expect Sam to turn the gun on me instead. Your arm whirs again, testing my grip. I refuse to give you an inch.
“Steven!” You growl at me, and the single word holds so much weight. You demand I let you protect me. You demand I release you to deal with the threat. You question my judgement right now. There’s a lot of that going around.
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