"You should fight your own battles," she tells him.
He laughs, both bitter and resigned, and shakes his head. "I would if I thought I had a place on your team," he says, "but I work better alone."
"Steve won't give up."
"No. He won't." There's something warm in his voice that only seems to appear when he talks to or about Steve. She wishes his memories of her were as fond, and then wishes she didn't wish anything about him at all, that feelings long since dead would stay buried.
"But you will."
He meets her gaze for the first time. "They're not wrong. I wouldn't want me on the team either." He walks away before she can answer.
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Date: 2016-04-06 07:56 pm (UTC)"You should fight your own battles," she tells him.
He laughs, both bitter and resigned, and shakes his head. "I would if I thought I had a place on your team," he says, "but I work better alone."
"Steve won't give up."
"No. He won't." There's something warm in his voice that only seems to appear when he talks to or about Steve. She wishes his memories of her were as fond, and then wishes she didn't wish anything about him at all, that feelings long since dead would stay buried.
"But you will."
He meets her gaze for the first time. "They're not wrong. I wouldn't want me on the team either." He walks away before she can answer.