[ it's a more earnest, considerate flow of conversation than he knows what to do with, team member still isn't his natural mode. there are a few moments taken in an attempt to weigh up the pros and cons of pressing on, but ultimately: ]
What happened to you? I'd say you don't have to explain, but I want to know.
[ not because he needs to, not because it'll change anything, but because you can't assess the damage until you've seen the wound. and we can't all be such gentle intruders. ]
Took a few hard knocks in others' dreams. I'd appreciate if the details stayed between us, before I get into them.
When I was at the underwater facility, I dug around. If you cut back the coral and barnacles, you feel the pain inflicted on yourself, like a defense-mechanism. Fascinating, really. Beneath that, the walls bled, Stephen, like masses of preserved human remains. Too many to count, stuck together. To get their flesh that way, it'd have to be some sort of implosion, splattering their bodies like blood at a crime scene.
And later, when myself and two others tried to move that damn spear, I think its own defenses rose to meet us. Felt like burning from the inside out. Pain I've never known, and I've been tortured by bloody HYDRA. Not sure what happened after that, but I remember those phrases that the spectres were echoing down there. The scientists. And now people are saying they saw me with them.
But Peggy found me somewhere else, like where people had been before in my memories, but ruined. I don't know. Woke up next to her in the back of a traincar and felt the pain all over again. Think I passed out for a few seconds. Didn't move much for the next hour. Still feel like utter shite.
[ So whatever happened to him must have been terrible, even if he can't put a name to radiated organs, seeing as he was too busy, well, dying. ]
the nature of the confession unfortunately doesn't do anything to improve his bedside manner. in lieu of comfort: ]
Do you want your wake up call hourly or half hourly for the rest of the duration of our stay?
[ sleep's a pass, as is a lecture. Fitz is about as likely to learn not to meddle with what doesn't want to be meddled with as he is.
as for the specifics of the contents of what Fitz has just given him, he's going to let them digest a little while - and attempt to give him more than a few hours of no longer being dead to separate himself from the memory of dying before they start hypothesizing. ]
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Aren't we all?
Personally I'd like to hear from anyone who had a good time.
[ that, if anything, seems fake. ]
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[ a beat. ]
Were you injured at all? You don't have to explain, but I want to know if you're alright.
[ u ever been this soft in ur damn life stevo ]
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A few times in a few scenarios. [ and I’m a big boy who’s had worse and we can move on - ] Nothing that’s carried over. I’m alright.
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[ fitz shows care by fussing — and when others let him fuss, well, isn’t that the same care echoed back? ]
Just let me know if that changes. We’re a team, so we face what happened — and whatever comes — together.
[ Team SHIELD. Team Morningstar. Let him be a bit maudlin, alright, seeing as he died horribly. ]
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What happened to you?
I'd say you don't have to explain, but I want to know.
[ not because he needs to, not because it'll change anything, but because you can't assess the damage until you've seen the wound. and we can't all be such gentle intruders. ]
cw: gore, death.
When I was at the underwater facility, I dug around. If you cut back the coral and barnacles, you feel the pain inflicted on yourself, like a defense-mechanism. Fascinating, really. Beneath that, the walls bled, Stephen, like masses of preserved human remains. Too many to count, stuck together. To get their flesh that way, it'd have to be some sort of implosion, splattering their bodies like blood at a crime scene.
And later, when myself and two others tried to move that damn spear, I think its own defenses rose to meet us. Felt like burning from the inside out. Pain I've never known, and I've been tortured by bloody HYDRA. Not sure what happened after that, but I remember those phrases that the spectres were echoing down there. The scientists. And now people are saying they saw me with them.
But Peggy found me somewhere else, like where people had been before in my memories, but ruined. I don't know. Woke up next to her in the back of a traincar and felt the pain all over again. Think I passed out for a few seconds. Didn't move much for the next hour. Still feel like utter shite.
[ So whatever happened to him must have been terrible, even if he can't put a name to radiated organs, seeing as he was too busy, well, dying. ]
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the nature of the confession unfortunately doesn't do anything to improve his bedside manner. in lieu of comfort: ]
Do you want your wake up call hourly or half hourly for the rest of the duration of our stay?
[ sleep's a pass, as is a lecture. Fitz is about as likely to learn not to meddle with what doesn't want to be meddled with as he is.
as for the specifics of the contents of what Fitz has just given him, he's going to let them digest a little while - and attempt to give him more than a few hours of no longer being dead to separate himself from the memory of dying before they start hypothesizing. ]
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I'll manage on hourly, but thank you.
[ fussing is attention is care. he appreciates the gesture. ]
I'm checking everyone made it back in one piece, then I'm gonna grab a drink and read up on dream theory. I'll let you know where I end up.
[ oh, fitz. ]
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[ maybe
only drink? ]
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[ and if fitz stops now, he doesn't know what will happen. ]
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[ just in case things weren't already tiring enough ]
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Glad you haven't changed overnight.
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Let me know when you land.
[ if there's research to be done two heads are better than one - and he could really do with a drink ]