thegrimmthing:
“Wut…? Ya don’ reckon I got th’ complexion fer it?,” Ben snorted, faux indignation heavy in his tone.
“So wut’s this about? Th’ Avengin’ business not payin’ enough tha’ now they gotcha out here leafletting?” he mocked, turning over one of the leaflets in his hands and reading the blurb.
It was all clear enough; Veterans Support Services in Star City - A place to share and heal. Ben had considered going to some meetings in the distant past - once before the accident and a few times after - but he didn’t feel like he’d earned the right to. Sure, he’d flown combat missions before he became a test pilot, but most of what he’d want to talk about had happened to Ben after he’d become The Thing and that had been a civilian flight… Nothing to do with the Airforce.
“I hope ya gedda few more boots through th’ door wiv these,” Ben said, holding out the leaflet. “Ya doin’ good work here, Sam.”
Sam had to laugh before he shook his head. “Nah, I think you’ll thrive here just fine. I’m more worried about the earthquakes,” he joked.
It was his turn to snort, his smile big. “I’m just tryin’ to do my part. With or without the Avengers, there’s always something to get done.” He watched Ben look over the material as he righted some upside down flyers and patted them to line them all up neatly. “I hope so, too, thanks,” Sam returned and nodded to the flyer in Ben’s hand. “Keep it. You should come by one day,” he offered, keeping it light. “It’d be good to see you there.”
