[The storm raged on outside beyond their flimsy barrier, but there was a different struggle for survival here. He didn't believe for a second that she hadn't saved anyone with her shutting down whatever machine was involved. If it had taken Romanoff to be involved, it was going to hurt someone somewhere and likely - given it sounded like some HYDRA project - people would die and maybe even for a greater good. Maybe not.
His hand slid around from her hair and cupped her cheek, his thumb dropping to force her chin up a bit. He might not be able to see her express with only flickering embers of their dying fire, but he could tell that the very idea of saving was extremely important to her.]
If the basis of your success is if you shot a man or his goons in the head, you need to reality check, Ava. Team success is based on the objective, and if the objective was to shut down that OPUS machine, you won the prize. And if I hear you say you didn't save anyone, I'm to charlie-horse you.
[So much of their society was based on who would be the best, the fastest, the smartest, the most stand out performances. The problem with the age of super heroes was that the normal Joe's were left feeling like they didn't measure up when it was likely their jobs were just as important. He was the Commander of STRIKE, but against Captain America, he had his ass handed to him. Did that make him less of a hero of his own story? No, he understood his limitation, pushed at them but in the end, he had a job to do.
And Ava was special. She could likely be on the level of Cap and Romanoff and all those other super people, but he was still care-taker of her enough now to understand that she had to grow into the role and not expect it all to come to her.]
I wasn't around much in the later years, and you know it. I had my own job to do, but I never agreed with how they kept you. I ain't mad you escaped or ran amok; I know how that goes. The more rules you put on a kid, the more likely they are to rebel. But what you were back then isn't what you are even now.
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His hand slid around from her hair and cupped her cheek, his thumb dropping to force her chin up a bit. He might not be able to see her express with only flickering embers of their dying fire, but he could tell that the very idea of saving was extremely important to her.]
If the basis of your success is if you shot a man or his goons in the head, you need to reality check, Ava. Team success is based on the objective, and if the objective was to shut down that OPUS machine, you won the prize. And if I hear you say you didn't save anyone, I'm to charlie-horse you.
[So much of their society was based on who would be the best, the fastest, the smartest, the most stand out performances. The problem with the age of super heroes was that the normal Joe's were left feeling like they didn't measure up when it was likely their jobs were just as important. He was the Commander of STRIKE, but against Captain America, he had his ass handed to him. Did that make him less of a hero of his own story? No, he understood his limitation, pushed at them but in the end, he had a job to do.
And Ava was special. She could likely be on the level of Cap and Romanoff and all those other super people, but he was still care-taker of her enough now to understand that she had to grow into the role and not expect it all to come to her.]
I wasn't around much in the later years, and you know it. I had my own job to do, but I never agreed with how they kept you. I ain't mad you escaped or ran amok; I know how that goes. The more rules you put on a kid, the more likely they are to rebel. But what you were back then isn't what you are even now.