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❝ don’t think you’re getting a sick day for this, barton. it’s just a SCRATCH. ❞ the wound covering half his torso might argue DIFFERENTLY, but he wanted to distract him while the morphine kicked in. he’d been hit BAD, had thor not been able to get him back to the jet so quickly for medical attention, he might be VERTICAL for a different reason. he pulled a chair up to clint’s side, a hand moving to his shoulder. his face was streaked with dirt, healing CUTS and bruises starting to vanish. the mission might have been labeled a SUCCESS, the scepter was safely back in their possession. another branch of HYDRA destroyed. but it had come at a COST. he wanted clint to know they all ACKNOWLEDGED that. his teasing expression soon made way for something more SINCERE, ❝ we’ll get you patched up back at headquarters. good as NEW. ❞

❝ you sure you wanna do this? ❞ steve questioned, lips quirking as he walked into the gym,  ❝ i’ve been told i’m a little ... - ZEALOUS. ❞ actually, natasha had told him he was a ‘hard ass who didn’t know how to have FUN’, but he’d chalked it up to SOUR grapes. she’d been sprawled on a mat after a particularly GRUELING training session. but, irregardless, he wanted to make sure wanda was READY for this. it hadn’t been long since she’d lost her brother. distraction and working towards something GOOD could hopefully serve as good COPING mechanisms, yet at the same time he was no stranger to grief. being PUSHED didn’t always end well. an undercurrent of his CONCERN bled into his tone, his eyes SEARCHING despite his efforts to act casually. 

this was definitely a day he NEVER thought he would see in GOTHAM. or EVER. how often do you wait on the steps of the courthouse for a SUPERHERO to show up? yet there he stood with barnes and the commissioner - on the mayor’s orders - waiting for supergirl. a few months ago he might have been looking for the HOAX , but after everything he’d witnessed in the city, and the news coverage from national city, there really was no DENYING it. they NEEDED her. and no matter the SKEPTICISM boiling down at the gcpd, he would take supergirl over continuing to watch people give in to CORRUPTION any day.  a stirring of SURPRISE and delight warned them of her arrival. people a few blocks down were rounding the corner on to the main road, all looking up, tracking the girl flying overhead. well .... - hopefully that would stifle some of the DISBELIEF.  she landed in front of the ‘welcoming party’. at first he WAITED for the commissioner to speak, but a quick peek told him that both he and barnes were LOST for words. he ALMOST smirked. instead he offered her a diplomatic smile, stepping forward and extending his hand to her,  ❝ supergirl, it’s an honor. i’m detective jim gordon, pcpd. thank you for coming. we could REALLY use your help. ❞  he couldn’t blame the other two for their sudden SHYNESS. it wasn’t everyday a girl who looked like THAT flew out of the sky. 

here we go AGAIN.  well, it wasn’t exactly like last time. on the bright side, there wasn’t a bomb in her neck this time. and she had a tight-lipped ESCORT instead of being strapped to a DOLLY. and she was FREE again! okay, not free. it was TEMPORARY. another mission WALLER decided she could help with. but it got her out of her CELL for a while. she’d take it.  the downside? small scale mission. meaning she was the ONLY one getting out. BUMMER. she missed her friends. BUT maybe doing this would give her some BARGAINING room for all of them. or a BLENDER. it was getting hot. a FRAPPUCCINO now and then would be nice. other than that, she didn’t have any details. all waller told her was that she’d be working CLOSELY with a trusted soldier. AND if she did anything SKETCHY he had permission to blow her brains OUT.  real classy.  but, she’d take it. not that she had much of a CHOICE. either way it had to be more fun than sitting in a CAGE all day.  the officer escorting her to the briefing room stopped suddenly, nearly making her STUMBLE over his foot. she shot him a DIRTY look. if he’d broken her HEEL, they would have had a problem. he ignored her, opening the door and ushering her inside. once the door was SHUT behind them, he uncuffed her, gesturing her towards the large table in the middle of the room. waller stood at the head of it, and next to her sat FLAG’S little friend. the IRRITABLE one. a WIDE, delighted smile spread over her read painted lips, a GASP accompanying her EXCITEMENT. she opened her her arms wide, as if expecting a HUG from them,  ❝ hey GUYS ! isn’t this great? it’s jus’ like a REUNION. ‘cept there’s no booze. can ya get someone on that? HE looks like he could use one, too. ❞ she pointed towards him, flag had called him GQ ( the guy hadn’t exactly been all that TALKATIVE last time they met ), before giving him an exuberant WAVE. 

dude take your time! i’m the slowest ever so no worries!

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