(August Catch-All) The Things We Do

[unclesam]

CHARACTERS: Sam Wilson & You (Open + Closed Starters)
LOCATION: Various aboard the station
DATE: Immediately post mission + the days after.
CONTENT: Catch-all prompts for post mission feelings
WARNINGS: Will be added to Top Levels

[ Top Levels in comments:
Infirmary: angsty hurt people after returning from the mission
Mess Hall: the evening post mission, after the food delivery, alcohol is on the table
Simulation Room: the day after the mission, sam disappears and can be found zoned out in the simulation room
Training Room: hot dude working up a sweat while training, various days post mission
Lab and Tech Storage: redwing is the best boi, fight me (and Sam)
TBA: maybe closed starters for Bucky/Natasha?

If you'd like a closed starter or have a different kind of thread idea for which none of these setups work, feel free to hit me at inkcharm, Discord inkcharm#4573 or send me a PM. ]

Comments

[morethan084]

Nope. So going to battle without them was fun.

[And what did most of the damage to her arms. Look, she tried to avoid using her powers as much as she could out there, but sometimes it was necessary.]

Yeah--

Somehow I doubt that's gonna happen.

[At least from her experience, missions usually end in some kind of fight. Verbally or physically. She doesn't quite believe that, but maybe it's because she knows it's going to be tough to relax herself after everything that's happened.]

How're you doing? Really.

[unclesam]

[ Sam quirks an eyebrow up at Daisy's repeat question. But... they're not there. He's let go of the coil of negative emotion towards her for the most part, but he's still more wary than with some others. Daisy's well-meaning, but to Sam that translates to feeling like she considers herself entitled to information that, in his mind, she has no business knowing.

Doesn't mean he'll be unkind about it. So he gives her a small quirk of the lips, genuine and warm - he's good at seeming open even when he chooses not to open up. ]

Honestly? Tired and sore. Same as the rest of us after all that mess. Nothing a date with my pillow can't fix. You talk to the science brigade aboard about helping you fix up replacement gauntlets? Or ask Viveca if she can get you some instead of, well... I don't know, lasagna or whatever treat she's getting you?

[morethan084]

Yeah, I was thinking of asking Newton.

[She assumes he might know who that is.]

In a few days, once we've all had the chance to settle down. I can survive without them for now.

[Daisy looks up at him, a little surprised at his second suggestion.]

You trust her?

[unclesam]

[ Sam purses his lips, expression sobering a little. Does he trust Viveca? Well... ]

She seems damn genuine, but... she ain't a person, right? So... no, not really. If she's a program, she's as good as the person who programmed her.

[ And even the best of them can trip up on that, if Ultron's anything to go by. Viveca might not be anything as sinister as that - but the flipside of that means she might be just what someone else programmed. And that might include seeming genuine even when she isn't, and being unable to share certain things the crew wanna know. ]

Survive mean it's gonna be hell and you're just tryna handle it, or you'll be alright for a few days?

[morethan084]

[Daisy frowns when he points out a concern of hers. She's only as good as they make her be.]

Yeah. I think I'll just stick to what we have here for now.

[Smiling tiredly when he asks her whether or not she can survive without her gauntlets, Daisy wants to shrug but that'll just aggravate her injuries even more.]

As long as I don't use my powers, it can't get worse.

[...]

Probably.

[unclesam]

Your powers are a real joyride, huh, Marigold?

[ Sam purses his lips, letting the topic of Viveca go for now, trying to think of a way to help her until she can get replacement gauntlets. ]

Let's get you setup with splints. Least we can do is make sure the fractures you already got don't get worse until you get new gauntlets. And I better now catch you vibrating your bones even more to hell until then. Let's call that doctor's orders and ignore that I ain't a doctor.

[morethan084]

They are when I have my gauntlets.

[She doesn't even acknowledge the name he's calling her. Maybe he'll stop, eventually.

Hopefully.]

I'll try my best.

[She says it jokingly, but really, she can't make promises like that. Not when at any second, things can go wrong again.]

Thanks, Sam. I really appreciate this.