“Guess I should a-p-o-l-o-g-i-z-e.”
His nose wrinkles on the word, tongue
flickering against teeth as he sounds it
out. In the hospital bed there is too much.
Too much time to think – too much silence,
and too little distractions. Here in the so
called designated family room, ( the room
that will be destroyed by ‘bonding’ far more
often than not ), the subjects that flutter and
bounce against his skull seem to have a bad
habit of coming to light.
“Which, ugh, I hate doing this. But…
look. When you guys, or the suits, or
whatever offered this to Wanda and I
it was kinda easy to pretend it would
be easy. Even with the training. So,
sorry for probably being a bit of a –
whatever curse word here.”
His lips twitch, faintly.
“And for forgetting that ‘don’t get shot’
rule.”
Arms like bands, tensing and tightening across the expanse of his chest
as he tries to listen with a stoic expression. But he’s failing, eyes sharp
as they linger of Pietro’s battered frame, grateful that he was speaking
at all. He could still feel the weight of him as he hoisted him from the
pavement, like he has done so many times over when bombshells were
exploding and Nazis fleeing. He’d remembered the horror on Wanda’s
face, the fear that he wasn’t going to make it.
But yet he sits before him now, smart mouth running at a speed that
once would have resulted in frustration and perhaps even a scolding.
Instead, he stands only in relief, nodding his head only slightly before
he reaches a steady hand to fall upon the boy’s shoulder, fingers grasp
to him.
“ Just don’t do it again, how does that sound? “
He has lost soldiers in the past, felt that sting that never really goes
away no matter how many criminals you stop or how many vicious
plots you thwart, it doesn’t go away. This was one less casuality he had
to carry with him for the rest of his life.
“ You saved an innocent and one of our own. I can’t
really yell at you for that. “
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