Mar 2, 2017
@notapilot // continued from x.
His touch is strong, steadfast — reassuring. Banner exhales something reminiscent of a sigh, fair features softening in reply to his statement. ❝ I know you mean it. ❞ comes hushed confirmation, manicured brows knit together in an obvious display of contemplation. Of course she knows. Sam Wilson is nothing if not genuine, or such is the conclusion she’s come to in their crossing paths. ❝ But I was never a part of the job description when you signed on —— and I am not letting you stick your neck out for my sake. ❞
