i did my best. || @catalystsofchange
Steve felt it lingering in the air before Nightwing even opened his mouth. Fighting Doc Ock was only the beginning of a very productive partnership, and Steve’s desire to keep moving, keep fighting, keep doing something was matched perfectly by the man sitting beside him on the rooftop. Steve passed half of his sandwich over to the other man, and that was all that was needed to break the dam, to remind him of sitting in the compound beside Wanda talking about how if we stop, maybe no one gets saved.
It seemed an inevitable burden of heroism to wonder about the people you couldn’t save. They’d managed to stop an invasion of killer eels on the streets of NYC, but Nightwing wasn’t focusing on what they’d achieved; he was focusing on the one woman who suffered a broken arm during the chaos. “She’ll get better,” Steve said, knowing immediately what he was referring to. “She has the chance to get better, because of us.” A question occurred to Steve, and he figured if Nightwing could provide him clarity, he might feel a little better in himself. “Is it harder when they talk about you without knowing who you are?” he asked. Was it worse to have his actions criticised and compared to his history, or did he get it easier because people could rationalise why Steve Rogers acted that way? Was anonymity a protector or another knife in Nightwing’s side?