| ⌠âHá´Ę, Ęá´á´âá´ á´ Ęá´á´á´Ęá´á´
Sá´á´á´ á´ Rá´É˘á´Ęs; Iâá´ É´á´á´ á´á´ á´ÉŞĘá´ĘĘá´ ĘɪɢĘá´ É´á´á´Ą, Ęá´á´ Ęá´á´á´ á´ Ęá´á´Ę É´á´á´á´ á´É´á´
É´á´á´Ęá´Ę á´É´á´
IâĘĘ á´á´ĘĘ Ęá´á´ Ęá´á´á´ sá´á´É´ á´s I á´á´É´â ââ |
     âI saw you go down, you son of a bitch.â
  Alright, so anger wasnât exactly the most effective course in response to watching a teammate being near brutalized, but it was hell enough being paralyzed in strangely foreign fear at the prospect; stunned silence and stillness wasnât something the billionaire was used to in his many years of life, strained brows only barely managing to keep their cool over quickly glossing eyes.Â
  No, this was wrongâ things got too personal, the weakness of sentiment enough to fuel the energy blast propelling him towards imminent danger. Vision distorted by varying clouds of what heâd define as âdustâ makes for a not-so-smooth trip into the heart of disaster, his first attempt at establishing contact to the unresponsive captain filled with only grunts and an impalpable flow of furious breath. The dial tone clicked loudly before automatically adjusting audio levels, hands phased up to clear the area of enemies.
  Flying solo had its perks of control but became easily outweighed by the many disadvantages, most of which revolving around how easily outnumbered Tony became in a matter of minutes. Vengeance struck him like lightning, knowing damn well he didnât give a shit what they did to his corpse, so long as he had the decency to do whatever he could in justifying Steveâsâ        â fall. No labels. He couldnât, not now.Â
  The line connected a second time, his allyâs voice enough to send blood rushing to whatever was left beating in his chest cavity.
| ⌠âHá´Ę, Ęá´á´âá´ á´ Ęá´á´á´Ęá´á´
Sá´á´á´ á´ Rá´É˘á´Ęs; Iâá´ É´á´á´ á´á´ á´ÉŞĘá´ĘĘá´ ĘɪɢĘá´ É´á´á´Ą, Ęá´á´ Ęá´á´á´ á´ Ęá´á´Ę É´á´á´á´ á´É´á´
É´á´á´Ęá´Ę á´É´á´
IâĘĘ á´á´ĘĘ Ęá´á´ Ęá´á´á´ sá´á´É´ á´s I á´á´É´â ââ |
      âCapâââ
  Too soon, it hadnât beeped. His sentence begins in the middle, the rest of which inaudible in light of how full his hands were keeping himself afloat. âââ think youâd go off like that, what were you thinking? Give a guy some warning, you canât justâ jump, you trusted me, holy shit, Steve, I didnât make it inâ they all came in I, oh my god, I saw it and I wasnât fast enouââ Choking, clearly, heâs benumbed to a still flutter of one simple exhale, eyes floundering down to assess the damage effectively crippling his chest. Armor ripped, he hovers partially exposed in civilian clothing at the hands of the very prosecutor heâd hoped to eliminate on his own time.Â
  And really; heâs no hero. Without his suit heâs nothing. Heâs a man playing dress-up.  Dress-up is not enough today.  And with that, his mouth closes, palms coming up in obsolete attempts to stop the crimson spilling through the band t-shirt he had no time to change from before the invasion. Didnât assist him anyhow when realizing the message was still running, his half-plated body thrown completely off its axis and spiraling down towards the street below in certainty.
      âI missed you. In every sense of the word.â Of course heâd have to be pierced in the chest, of all places, torn through his freeze-dried heart in the worst irony heâd ever been part of.Â
      âI didnât catch you in time. Why did you trust me? Why do you trust me? I have about thirty seconds here.â Clawing at the side of a nearby building did nothing to cease the velocity; only really helped burning his hands up in the process, one of which completely exposing bright maroon flesh.Â
      âIâm not⌠thereâs nothing to stop the fall this time. God, God damn it, Steve. I hope youâ I know you survived that, okay? Look at me go. One hundred percent. I trust you too. I missed you this morning when you went for a run.You gave me that look. I know you know. Thanks for never making me say it.Hey, this isnât gonna end too well for me, right here. Iâ.. Cap, hey. You never made me, I mean, but I want to, now, to say it. I think Iâm ready.I, you know this, for so long weâve beenâ fuck, I love you. I need â⌠oh, thank hell, thank hell, I can see your stupid, stupid, bright shield. I can see you, youâre standing. Oh god, Steve, youâre standing, thank fucking hell, I thââ
|Â Cá´á´á´á´É´ÉŞá´á´á´ÉŞá´É´ Tá´Ęá´ÉŞÉ´á´á´á´á´
: Aá´á´á´ss Pá´ÉŞÉ´á´ UÉ´sá´á´ĘĘá´Â |
send me "goodbye" for the last voice message my muse leavesfor yours before they die.
