[ @lethaImprints — set during their Thunderbolts tenure ]
Lack of sleep would be her downfall one day. Undoubtedly so.
A soft sigh leaves tired lips as she looks out of the window into the darkness of the night; a rare night off for Ross’s assembled team. —
@lethaImprints — anyone else. Nothing about this situation is normal, but it’s their normal. Hers, at least. The chaos and the hunt for justice on her terms.
“I still haven’t decided what my mission will be if mine gets pulled out of the hat.” She eventually breaks the silence with —
He’s drawing attention to the both of them that she’d rather not have.
“Sit down, Barton.” Her gaze stays straight ahead behind her sunglasses, the space beside her on the bench empty for him to sit. “I take it you’re not in Hell’s Kitchen for a vacation.”
@lethaImprints — As long as Flash — or her — aren’t the reason for things eventually going bad, anyway.
Features go forward again. “My money’s on Stern.” Not really a joke but, a touch of humour. She’s pretty sure it’s Stern that will screw them over.
@lethaImprints — If you’ve got my back, I’ve got yours.” She glances back over to him; it’s not so much a pact, or even really a deal, but is some assurance that even with these group of ‘loners’ Ross keeps referring to them as, they’re not really alone. Not in this, anyway. —
@lethaImprints — a moment. There are people here she cares about; all of them, really, aside from maybe Ross and Stern. Leaving now would feel like abandoning them, and she doesn’t do that. She doesn’t leave good people behind.
“I don’t carry guilt, Flash. Whatever Ross has us do here… —