“ Stay down kid. Ya look a little green. “
He won’t stop him if getting up is what he
wants to do though. He knows what it feels
like to be cooped up in somewhere like this,
when he was just getting his memory back
it was the same way.
“ I know it ain’t the Four Seasons in here.
Ya get tired of playing pin cushion, I get
it. That Doc Cho is a doll, but even her
smilin’ face don’t make it better. ”
His is even less likely to brighten things up,
but here he is anyway. He wants… he doesn’t
know what he wants, but he knows he doesn’t
like the idea of this poor kid locked up in
here like an animal on exhibit.
“ Ya know, if I spring ya, Coulson’s gonna
have my ass for grass. But lucky for
you, I think he’s kinda cute when he’s
angry.”
He crouches in front of Billy and touches his
palm with surprising gentleness to his cheek.
“ What do ya say, kid? Come with me, if ya
want to live. ”
He’s almost afraid to believe it. Too long spent
locked away, first by HYDRA and now by his
own friends at SHIELD. They say it’s for his
own good, that it’s some sort of evaluation, but
that doesn’t make it feel any different.
But Tony’s hand on his cheek ... that feels very
different. It’s not cruel, it’s not cold and clinical.
It’s the closest thing to kindness he’s felt in a
long, long time, and it’s coming from a guy
who, up until recently, Billy thought was one of
the bad guys.
He sucks in an unsteady breath and leans into
the touch. Tony’s hands are warm, and it feels
good on his sore cheeks.
His eyes slide shut, fingers twisting in the
crisp fabric of the SHIELD-issued pants.
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