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[worthallthis]

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[worthallthis]

Oh god, no. I ain't been in cryo in years. Never doing that again.

[He knows he shouldn't even have done it after the fight with Steve and Stark, but-- hell, he can't even justify it. It was cowardice, pure and simple.]

So no scarification for me. Not sure I could let anybody near me with something sharp, anyway, so I'd have to do it myself, and I ain't really interested enough to go there.

[cactusy]

Shaw's fingers ghost through the air above the fresh wounds, not touching but clearly wanting to.

"I just wanted to be able to feel it. At night or anyplace else where it's dark, or if the Admiral ever tosses a blindness flood our way, or something."

[worthallthis]

He swats her hands gently away, and tapes the gauze down firmly on the top end. "Not questioning you doing it," he assures her. "It's another good grounding thing, far's I'm concerned, and I'm all for you havin' as many of those as you need. I just want to make sure it doesn't get infected in the meantime."

He tapes down the bottom end, too. "You're gonna have to cut it out with all this dying, though, unless you wanna go through me fussing over you again."

[cactusy]

"I come back every time," she tells him raising an eyebrow. "And I'm good at keeping wounds from getting infected; I've had lots of practice. Seriously, you don't need to worry about me."

[worthallthis]

"Worrying is my best skill, though," B says, only about half-serious. Killing people is his best skill. Worrying comes a close second, though. He finished up the bandage on the other two sides. "Besides, I like fussing over people. Makes me feel useful."