I've got a one track mind.

“Meredith or Ellie’s crush? Because our history teacher just, he looks at me strange.. like there’s a smirk.” Taking a larger sip this time.

She grins wide at her comments, still stood and pacing. She’s rarely able to just sit still and be.

Ugh. He doesn’t like Pierce and their conversations make him uneasy. Or as uneasy as they can when he’s just been de-iced and can barely function.

The squeeze is just a little too hard but he knows better than to show any kind of reaction. 

"Yeah sweetheart, a treat." his voice pitched low so others wouldn't hear the term of endearment. Brock had been using the treat incentive for a few months now with the soldier but he did tend to forget once he was back in the chair.

Of all the handlers, there were those who were rougher than the others. But nothing inspires loyalty like the promise of niceness from his favourite. 

Taking the cup carefully, she instantly took a sip. Pure bliss if she’d ever tasted it.

She adds a little extra tequila to her own tea and groans when she takes a big sip. Bleh. 

Tequila and Annie were old friends, especially after the mess with Siberia and she was pretty sure her dads were going to split up.

Where most would laugh or think Annie strange, April’s eyes widen and she leans forward, curious. 

Taking the cup carefully, she instantly took a sip. Pure bliss if she’d ever tasted it.

She adds a little extra tequila to her own tea and groans when she takes a big sip. Bleh. 

The squeeze is just a little too hard but he knows better than to show any kind of reaction. 

Grins at his little brother and flips Mjolnir in his hand.

"The screaming and crying, you know I put up with it but you know the boss man want and I really ain't in the mood to fuck you up today kid." He grumbles, downing the rest of his coffee.

The soldier swallows down any emotions that threaten to bubble up and surface. His lips close.

“Greg, Geoff same difference.” He muttered, jumping onto his favourite chair with his knees up to his chest.

That makes him snort. He pulls out his phone to tap away and order dinner, already knowing Sherlock’s preferred order without having to ask.

“I flirt all the time!” He squeaked, looking over both take out menus in his hand; leaning more towards the Thai menu

Of course Sherlock knew exactly where he was and what he had been up to today. He read him like a damn book.

“The person hiring obviously can’t do their job properly.” Letting the menu drop into John’s lap.

“Greg.” He corrects I'm with a sigh, grabbing the menu. He’s not even that hungry. 

"What can I say, I'm a visionary." throwing a wink April's way as she made herself even more comfortable.

She doesn’t even hesitate to pour them both some tea and a splash of tequila.

Raising a brow at April, she was so close to saying same as your daughter but she lied because of course she could.

“Oh, fine then.” Laws, what laws? She never paid much attention to those things. She hands her a steaming cup of tea with a grin.

Even super soldiers need help sometimes. He slips his hands in his pockets and heads down the path that circles the encampment. 

Worrying his lip, he follows behind his best guy. Buck was always more of a leader; he'd follow him till the end of the line. Shame the tables had turned.

He doesn’t even have to slow his pace anymore, Steve’s enormous long legs can easily catch up with him.

"I flirt all the time!" He squeaked, looking over both take out menus in his hand; leaning more towards the Thai menu

Of course Sherlock knew exactly where he was and what he had been up to today. He read him like a damn book.