Hello Soldier

[alwaysdramatic]

There is a man in the Nexus. Standing tall, he is cut like a champion athlete or a Greek god. The uniform he wears proclaims him to be proudly American - a star emblazoned across his chest - and the shield that hangs on his back should leave no doubt as to who he is. He pores meticulously over one of the brochures, brows furrowed as he reads the strange information it provides. Having finished it, he shakes his head in disbelief before sliding it into a pocket and looking up to pay more attention to his surroundings.

"First a robot tries to take over the world and now this," he mumbles to himself. Passing a hand across his eyes he lets out a quiet sigh before straightening his shoulders and turning to the the Nexus at large. The instructions are to ask a question, and he seems to wrestle for a moment with his thoughts. Captain America has no room for doubt, but Steve Rogers? Well, he could use a fresh viewpoint, and if he's lucky this will all be some strange dream and he'll at least wake up with a little clarity.

"Duty entails sacrifice. That's a pretty cut and dried concept. How do you know if you're sacrificing too much? Is there a too much?"

((And we'll just keep this spoiler free!))

Comments

[alwaysdramatic]

"Just lost a lot of people along the way, you know?" The Howling Commandos, Peggy, Howard. "Be nice to get one of them back."

[aw_hawkguy]

"I hear that," Clint agrees, having just recently lost a friend, himself. "But, uh, if it helps? Our line of work, I've seen a few people... come back."

[alwaysdramatic]

"Guess it does." He manages a tight-lipped smile. "Just because they come back though, doesn't mean the losing them doesn't hurt like hell."

[aw_hawkguy]

Clint knows that smile. It doesn't help. Of course, the knowledge doesn't help him, either. Nothing helps when you lose a friend, except maybe having more friends. "Yeah. Y'wanna get a drink, you can tell me about 'im?"

[alwaysdramatic]

His grin cuts a little wider at the invitation, and he straightens his shoulders a little more. "You know I can't get drunk, right?"

[aw_hawkguy]

"Coffee's a drink."

[alwaysdramatic]

"Sounds like a much less frustrating experience. Lead the way, Barton."

[aw_hawkguy]

"Okay. I saw what I'm pretty sure is a coffee place back this way."

((Do you want to play this out somewhere, or assume reminiscence over Colombia's finest legal crop?))

[alwaysdramatic]

"I'm on your six."

((I think we can handwave for now. I have too many threads going as is. Haha.))