[ It's a good thing Dick takes care of him 'cause his attention's gone, laser-focused on the far-wall as a cloud of dust disperses, despite the way he stumbles. Easy enough to let Dick balance them, instinctively allowing the solid grip (and protective wave through the bond) to do the trick. It's fine. If not for Dick holding his hand, it'd go flapping, with his other already reaching out, as if that might reveal what happened.
When Dick breaks the silence of the aftermath with a laugh, hot on his ear, another startle zips across their connection. And for once, Fitz has enough awareness to be flustered, colour rising in his cheeks — because of his jumpiness and Dick's teasing, at the very least. ]
I didn't — [ mean to, but his brain skips ahead, moving faster than his mouth. In his haste to whirl on Dick, he bumps into him again and ends up only turning to the side, without bothering to extricate himself. Good thing he isn't terribly bony. ] Sorry, wasn't — [ my intention, but that thought's already gone, too. Without putting distance between them, he twists his hand free, only to bring it to Dick's chest, knocking there, like Fitz needs his attention. Focus. His voice ticks up, not quite nervous, no — excited. ] That's never — [ happened before. He rapidly gestures between himself and the place where his exit portal manifested. ]
Never gone through solid matter, except, well.
[ Intentionally cutting himself off there, at the thought of slicing through the UNA soldier, arterial sprawl across his front and all over Ishani Patil's kitchen; no wonder she doesn't like him very much. He, ah, hasn't mentioned that to Dick yet. ]
It must've changed again. [ It being his power. Fitz tips his chin, looking up to Dick as one corner of his mouth hooks into a smile, utterly delighted. A rolling motion this time. ] Evolved.
[ Terrifying and fantastic in all the best ways, that is. God, who even knows if his body can handle that. Not as if he has the physiology needed to withstand quantum energy and wormhole travel long-term, but it's too wondrous to concern himself with immediately. ]
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When Dick breaks the silence of the aftermath with a laugh, hot on his ear, another startle zips across their connection. And for once, Fitz has enough awareness to be flustered, colour rising in his cheeks — because of his jumpiness and Dick's teasing, at the very least. ]
I didn't — [ mean to, but his brain skips ahead, moving faster than his mouth. In his haste to whirl on Dick, he bumps into him again and ends up only turning to the side, without bothering to extricate himself. Good thing he isn't terribly bony. ] Sorry, wasn't — [ my intention, but that thought's already gone, too. Without putting distance between them, he twists his hand free, only to bring it to Dick's chest, knocking there, like Fitz needs his attention. Focus. His voice ticks up, not quite nervous, no — excited. ] That's never — [ happened before. He rapidly gestures between himself and the place where his exit portal manifested. ]
Never gone through solid matter, except, well.
[ Intentionally cutting himself off there, at the thought of slicing through the UNA soldier, arterial sprawl across his front and all over Ishani Patil's kitchen; no wonder she doesn't like him very much. He, ah, hasn't mentioned that to Dick yet. ]
It must've changed again. [ It being his power. Fitz tips his chin, looking up to Dick as one corner of his mouth hooks into a smile, utterly delighted. A rolling motion this time. ] Evolved.
[ Terrifying and fantastic in all the best ways, that is. God, who even knows if his body can handle that. Not as if he has the physiology needed to withstand quantum energy and wormhole travel long-term, but it's too wondrous to concern himself with immediately. ]