I've tried to tell him more than once, tried to make it clear, that having him back in my life, a friend and himself, again- even if it's a self he feels has been tarnished, or too shaped, by his time as the Winter Soldier- is the thing I'm most grateful for. He hasn't made it easy, and I haven't known how to go about it, really, but it's true, and if anything it's even more obvious in this moment. How many times have I relived that day, how desperate was I when the Avengers woke me for the first time? And here we've gone through it again, and for the first time at the end of it, he's not gone.
I barely nod before I pull him in, clasping his shoulder tight. He's solid, he's breathing, he's himself, he's here. He'll go back to Natasha tonight and teach a class in the morning, he has a life and he's living it. Whatever hell this place wanted to put us through, whatever message it wanted to drive home, damn it all, because nothing trumps this fact.
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I've tried to tell him more than once, tried to make it clear, that having him back in my life, a friend and himself, again- even if it's a self he feels has been tarnished, or too shaped, by his time as the Winter Soldier- is the thing I'm most grateful for. He hasn't made it easy, and I haven't known how to go about it, really, but it's true, and if anything it's even more obvious in this moment. How many times have I relived that day, how desperate was I when the Avengers woke me for the first time? And here we've gone through it again, and for the first time at the end of it, he's not gone.
I barely nod before I pull him in, clasping his shoulder tight. He's solid, he's breathing, he's himself, he's here. He'll go back to Natasha tonight and teach a class in the morning, he has a life and he's living it. Whatever hell this place wanted to put us through, whatever message it wanted to drive home, damn it all, because nothing trumps this fact.