8th Command; Voice

[aggravating]

There's this old adage, Bargians. Secrets, secrets are no fun. Unless you are a part of one. I'd kind of like to add onto that for a minute. So, uh, bear with me.

There are a few things that yeah, they're supposed to be kept secret. No one and their aunt Martha care about your latest bowel movement or who you had a crush on in the third grade. Seriously, they don't. Unless you're loud, obnoxious, spray tan like hell every chance you have, and get into cat fights over who gets the last can of soda. Those are fine. As are the family secrets, things like divorces, fights. I'm not saying "Spill your guts, Bargites, 'cause it's just not faaaaaaair~!" Those aren't the types of secrets I'm talking about.

I'm talking about the secrets that have to do with someone else. If someone knows something about your future that, you know, might be good to know for your own peace of mind, your own well-being, then hey. What the hell are you keeping it from them for? Because I pretty much guarantee that when they find out - and they will - things will be even worse than you imagined.

And yeah, for the record? Lies of omission totally count.

[Private to Natasha]
Coulson's dead, huh? Or did Rogers leave that out of his debrief?

[Private to Arkady]
Gorgeous, I needed to be drunk yesterday.

[Private to Charles]
Give me a reason to actually keep giving a shit, Prof. Because apparently even if I work to come back to life now, I just die again later.

[Private to Steve]
So. Rogers.

Coulson's dead.

I flew a nuke into space.

Loki's a fucking supervillain.

Game over.

Comments

[aggravating]

[He's grinning a bit as he takes the helmet out of her hands, reaching up to disconnect the power supply before tossing it back on the bed.]

The finished product's even better, trust me. Once you can fly around faster than a fighter jet and bend steel there's no going back.

[He's ignoring the safe comment. Namely since it hits too close to home right now. He's safe in his suit, protected. Able to do things, to help and fight. As he is now, he's smart. He always has his brain, but he's vulnerable and he hates it.]

[love_slave]

[Feeling unsafe every other day or so, she can understand. But at the same time, she's not a person that minds being exposed too much. When her fears aren't there, they no longer bother her.]

I can't bend steel, but I am strong and I can go really fast.

[aggravating]

[When you're squishy and too easily broken for your liking, sometimes strapping on a few dozen extra pounds of metal is necessary.]

I remember the strong thing. [He had bruises for like, a week after that flood. Nice bruises, but.] I'd kind of kill for a superpower right now. [Since he's kind of limited in what he can build to put him a step above everyone else.]

[love_slave]

Earning mine was very unpleasant. But I would much rather have it than not. [She can completely understand wanting to have one.]

[aggravating]

Only process I know of personally pretty much ripped a guy's skeleton apart and rebuilt it bigger. So... I can see the unpleasant thing.

[He's taking a moment to look... almost wistfully at the Iron Man helmet, before taking a long swig of his drink]

I'd settle for just getting my suit back.