He starts and then stops. He knows he has to be able to talk to Clint, here. Clint deserves more than the push button Captain America bullshit everyone but Nat's been getting. Even she's got some force of habit... inspirational shit. Move forward, grow, rebuild the world and make it something. She just manages to cut him off and somehow forces him to engage more honestly, if only in a pretty subdued way.
Clint deserves more than fake positivity, or some attempt to play therapist and not actually engaging with him. He deserves more honesty than that. He deserves more of Steve than that. Hell, Steve needs more than that.
Steve just has to find a way to start.
"I put the plane down and was found in winter...." He starts sounding almost tentative - for him, not for anyone else. "but it wasn't a controlled environment like a cyro chamber. Temperatures fluctuate, you know? Never really warm enough long enough to thaw, but I'd have these periods of... not waking up but sort of becoming aware and merging reality and memories into some really messed up shit. Couldn't move. Couldn't see. Couldn't breathe. My brain would spin out, trying to make sense of it I guess. Came out of it and felt like I'd been dropped on an alien planet, nothing made sense and nothing felt real, but I was pissed about it." He pauses there, for a second. "This feels more like the ice than out of it. I have gotta find a way to wake up and get mad about it."
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He starts and then stops. He knows he has to be able to talk to Clint, here. Clint deserves more than the push button Captain America bullshit everyone but Nat's been getting. Even she's got some force of habit... inspirational shit. Move forward, grow, rebuild the world and make it something. She just manages to cut him off and somehow forces him to engage more honestly, if only in a pretty subdued way.
Clint deserves more than fake positivity, or some attempt to play therapist and not actually engaging with him. He deserves more honesty than that. He deserves more of Steve than that. Hell, Steve needs more than that.
Steve just has to find a way to start.
"I put the plane down and was found in winter...." He starts sounding almost tentative - for him, not for anyone else. "but it wasn't a controlled environment like a cyro chamber. Temperatures fluctuate, you know? Never really warm enough long enough to thaw, but I'd have these periods of... not waking up but sort of becoming aware and merging reality and memories into some really messed up shit. Couldn't move. Couldn't see. Couldn't breathe. My brain would spin out, trying to make sense of it I guess. Came out of it and felt like I'd been dropped on an alien planet, nothing made sense and nothing felt real, but I was pissed about it." He pauses there, for a second. "This feels more like the ice than out of it. I have gotta find a way to wake up and get mad about it."