help– in the back of his head he knew he needed help, but at the forefront he was determined to bare it on his own. but he had never quite bore anything on his own. pietro was always there. one step ahead, taking the brunt of their life for him. it wasn’t fair, after all his twin had done for him, for them– that the world chewed him up, and spit him out without a second glance. && it makes him sick, thinking of the what-ifs. what if he had let pietro stay at his side– clint would be dead, so would a small boy.
a scoff leaves his lips, and as his head tilts downward a smile ghosts over his lips. ❝ do you really think i go to gyms often? pietro was always the one that– he liked sports. ❞ && wandis liked music, not that he played– after the bombing the school supplied instrument was likely crushed under rubble.
&& yet as he tilts his head back up, and runs a hand through sweat dampened locks– he comes to stand, the room around him coming to better senses as blue hues fall onto several and many broken items. ❝ just get me out of here. ❞
a sad smile formed upon his lips as he heard the tales their childhood. the reflection after a death was one of the worst parts. you simply couldn’t view the world the same anymore. you would still make a note of things you wanted to tell that person when you saw them later. however, you WOULDN'T. and that took ages getting used to. it would probably be even longer for wandis. “it’s not as bad as you think.”
his head gestured towards the door and his hands fell to his pockets. the gym was just a level below the first floor. steve wanted it there in order to install PRIVACY—some place for someone to go and let out their frustrations. they’ve yet to train in the gym, though some of the recruits felt the need to venture there on their own. the objective now was to get used to working with one another as a TEAM & steve knew that it wouldn’t be easy to accomplish when many had their thoughts elsewhere.
they eventually reached the gym and steve instantly walked over to the punching bags. “this—is what i used before i joined the avengers.” his hand patted the surface. “and what i want YOU to do is to channel all of your frustrations into here.” his finger extended and pointed to the middle of the bag. “just let it all out.”
