@might1est says ❛ i fuck things up all the time, like, every day. ❜
" PRETTY SURE THAT'S THE PREREQUISITE TO JOININ' THIS TEAM . " a semi - joke that would be funnier if it weren't so completely true . between the five - and - a - half of them ( Bob is still sidelined and for the better , too ) nobody comes with a stellar track record of being a functioning human . with anxiety , ptsd and illusions of grandeur there's not a lot they don't have represented ; a whole mountain of issues divided on only a handful of people . and still , for some reason , it works . they are growing with the new tasks . that new weight on the shoulders . guess that's what happens when you suddenly have something to lose . when things finally matter .
it's in the quiet little moments when doubts and second thoughts suddenly hit . she's not unique in this ; that whispered question in the back of the mind , wondering if this is really it . if you're good enough , heroic enough yet .
plans for the next mission are scattered before them . roughly six cups of coffee in the system for each , while they look through blueprints of the building , compile a catalog of possible weapons on site , mix and match their own team's strengths and weaknesses to build a plan of attack . every now and then they get stuck . back to the drawing board . shit happens - but that's fine . this is a learning curve . baby steps .
" y'know , " a hint of a smile settles on his face ; a vibranium shoulder gently bumping hers while she's standing next to him . " for what it's worth , I think you're doin' pretty great . not like this bunch of punks is makin' it easy for you . " himself included with that reserved , observant nature of his .