Things didn't have to make sense- they just happened.
He bites back an animalistic, frustrated noise. He fights back making a grab for his hair and tugging. He only scratches at one arm with his hand, at the crook of the elbow. Sure, he was jealous now. He wouldn't be as much when the drugs wore off and the world came back into focus, when he would understand things in the most vague and basic way and Guy wouldn't. War made progress. Nobody denied that.
"Yeah, great," he says, flat and dismissing. He'd apologize to the fella for real, one day. He didn't deserve the cold shoulder. Hawkeye knew that. He bent down and picked a stone- didn't know where it had come from when the rest of the path was dirt- and chucked it. And it skipped, as it would on the water and sank, and Hawkeye could swear he saw a splash, too. "I think it'll run its course," he answers, fixated on the shift of the world, subtle as it had been. He scratched at his arm again, and let his hand fall calmly to his side. "It can't last forever. I thought we'd find the- something. By now. There's nothing ahead and I'm not going back."
As he says that, a wall rises behind the two. They couldn't step back if they tried. Funny, that.
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Shot down over the Sea of Japan.
Things didn't have to make sense- they just happened.
He bites back an animalistic, frustrated noise. He fights back making a grab for his hair and tugging. He only scratches at one arm with his hand, at the crook of the elbow. Sure, he was jealous now. He wouldn't be as much when the drugs wore off and the world came back into focus, when he would understand things in the most vague and basic way and Guy wouldn't. War made progress. Nobody denied that.
"Yeah, great," he says, flat and dismissing. He'd apologize to the fella for real, one day. He didn't deserve the cold shoulder. Hawkeye knew that. He bent down and picked a stone- didn't know where it had come from when the rest of the path was dirt- and chucked it. And it skipped, as it would on the water and sank, and Hawkeye could swear he saw a splash, too. "I think it'll run its course," he answers, fixated on the shift of the world, subtle as it had been. He scratched at his arm again, and let his hand fall calmly to his side. "It can't last forever. I thought we'd find the- something. By now. There's nothing ahead and I'm not going back."
As he says that, a wall rises behind the two. They couldn't step back if they tried. Funny, that.