I am your comrade, and I'm aware the stuff you're made from.
[And if Steve Rogers is compromised in any but the ways prepared for, the things visited upon his Soldier will not bear thinking about. Not that the Soldier's mind lingers there. Not that it lingers for that reason.
For some reason the proximity tugs at him, a twitch he can't seem to shake. He looks back, irritated.]
Sit. I don't need supervision.
[Don't hover, a voice echoes, faint and thin. What'dyou think I'll do, burn it?]
no subject
[And if Steve Rogers is compromised in any but the ways prepared for, the things visited upon his Soldier will not bear thinking about. Not that the Soldier's mind lingers there. Not that it lingers for that reason.
For some reason the proximity tugs at him, a twitch he can't seem to shake. He looks back, irritated.]
Sit. I don't need supervision.
[Don't hover, a voice echoes, faint and thin. What'dyou think I'll do, burn it?]