More Soldier Than Spy

Sam Wilson. Falcon. 

[wwilsonswings]

We look stupid.

[wwilsonswings]

thebleedingedge‌:

No promises… [The webs are tough to cut through, but the supposes that’s the point. He’s able to cut through enough for Sam to break his way free, helping peel some of the substance off of him.] You’re free, congrats.

Thank you. [Sam peels the final remnants from him.] That stuff’s nasty. 

You look good, by the way. 

[wwilsonswings]

winter-soldat‌:

[He groaned] I really hate you and this is a stupid bonding exercise.

Why don’t you project onto Sir Spangly instead of your fellow victim, thank you very much.

[wwilsonswings]

widowbitesback‌:

That’s because all the bad guys are scared to mess with my brilliant traps.

Well, you can add me to the list of bad guys, then. In fact, this might be the beginning my super villain origin story right now.

[wwilsonswings]

thebleedingedge‌:

“Give me just a few seconds here, trying not to burn a hole in your shirt.”

I could care less about the shirt, as long as you avoid my actual skin. 

[wwilsonswings]

thebleedingedge‌:

“I gave him a tip that was equal to his month’s salary, so hopefully that helps with any leftover trauma.” He smirked as he started to cut through the webbing along Sam’s side, careful not to make contact with his skin, just lingering long enough to get it through the tough webbing.

That’ll at least get him a couple therapy sessions.

So, uh... How long is this gonna take? I was on my way to a meeting that I am now definitely late for.

[wwilsonswings]

widowbitesback‌:

If I had caught a bad guy, you would be thanking me right now.

Have you caught anything even close to a bad guy so far? Or just your coworkers?

[wwilsonswings]

widowbitesback‌:

Rude. It’s not like you died.

No, but I am definitely inconvenienced. And I definitely do not feel safer now that I know anything in here could be some crazy trap.

[wwilsonswings]

winter-soldat‌:

Who said “let’s go in there”, huh? Why use the door? Let’s run across the booby trapped field.

Well I’m not the one who stepped on the trigger, and at the end of the day that means it’s your fault.

[wwilsonswings]

thebleedingedge‌:

“Peter wanted to test some of his new web traps. Decided to kill two birds with one stone. Although we did accidentally traumatize a pizza guy at the front gate the other day.”

He knelt down next to Sam and summoned the nanomachines to form a laser cutter around his hand. “Just hold still.”

It’s always the kid’s fault. [Still Sam crack a smile.] Poor guy had no idea what was coming for him. Probably thought Spiderman was gonna bust him for the joint in his pocket.

I couldn’t move if I wanted to.

[wwilsonswings]

winter-soldat‌:

I hate you. So much.

[He scoffs.] As if it’s my fault.

[wwilsonswings]

widowbitesback‌:

It’s called being secure. Or paranoid…I’ve heard it both ways.

I’m leaning towards the latter.

[wwilsonswings]

thebleedingedge‌:

No, this is why you shouldn’t go poking around in the places that are still under construction.

Why is your construction zone booby trapped?! [Sam sighs.] Listen, all I know is I’m gonna be stuck in this little cocoon here for too long. 

[wwilsonswings]

And this is why we shouldn’t booby trap the base.

[wwilsonswings]

sharonthirteen‌:

She was my best friend before everything happened to her…I mean, she still is. That hasn’t changed.

I guess I’m just wondering why we never heard about her before. She could’ve been very helpful.

[wwilsonswings]

sharonthirteen‌:

It’s a pretty good feeling, not gonna lie. But I still have to find an apartment in New York. Crashing with Carol is nice, but I like my space.

You two are tight, huh? Nice of you to mention that you’re friends with a human bullet, by the way.

[wwilsonswings]

sharonthirteen‌:

It’s nice to be back. I feel like I’m where I’m supposed to be.

And that is not an easy thing to accomplish. I’m happy for you.