[The air feels degrees cooler in the tunnels, contrasted to the humid furnace of adrenaline and general weather-temperature topside. Letting Peggy down is simple — bewildering, movement felt in a body they all saw shot down, should be hanging dead weight — but about the easiest thing he's done all night. Whatever saved Peggy, it must have been a manifestation of power. A useful one, there's no question. Cain crouches to help her slide off onto solid feet and stands again, taking a step back toward the wall, watching the tension unravel in knots between the two, her and Fitz.
And feels like he's seeing something personal, the three others on this team veritable strangers for the brief exchanges he's shared up to this point. Cain follows at a lagging pace as they head out of the tunnel passages.
Thrown into a chaotic mission, volunteering on an impulsive whim (why did he do that?), the next step is unclear.
He's no hero. But this war isn't over. Fallen to thin-lipped silence, every muscle remains wired with tension and aware of that fact. He keeps the gun pressed in close to his side as they move. His intent is to get to a safe point, then branch off... somewhere else, wherever his skills are needed.]
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And feels like he's seeing something personal, the three others on this team veritable strangers for the brief exchanges he's shared up to this point. Cain follows at a lagging pace as they head out of the tunnel passages.
Thrown into a chaotic mission, volunteering on an impulsive whim (why did he do that?), the next step is unclear.
He's no hero. But this war isn't over. Fallen to thin-lipped silence, every muscle remains wired with tension and aware of that fact. He keeps the gun pressed in close to his side as they move. His intent is to get to a safe point, then branch off... somewhere else, wherever his skills are needed.]