#ltbrdshw

Bob isn't sure what makes him propose the offer, makes him confide, however small the admission, his inability to sleep to Rooster. If there's anyone Bob should be telling, it's Nat. She deserves to know if her backseater is compromised, but Bob isn't ready to admit his troubled sleep outright. He isn't ready to tell her the bird strike bothers him; that they took root in the quiet after the successful mission and they've since overstayed their welcome. It's safer to brush it off and blame it on his poor habits that ordinarily only flare up on the weekend when avoiding sleep isn't so detrimental.

chances are he's not fooling natasha one bit.

"Oh, fuck off," Natasha grumbles, slipping under the covers beside Bradley.

It makes more sense than it doesn't - staying over on Bradley's couch when they drink a few too many beers between them, making herself comfortable beside him now. He can kick her out, if he really wants to, but Natasha suspects he won't. No matter how much he minimizes a nightmare bad enough to wake her in the next room, there's no denying that company is nice when you're fortunate enough to have it. Better when you don't have to explain it.

She's had her own share of nightmares, of bad runs and terrible what-ifs that haunt you. For a horrifying moment, she thought her own friend had died and that had terrified her. If she's honest, it still does.

Bob makes an undignified sound in the back of his throat and manages to pull the coffee cup from his without making too much of a mess. Wiping at his lips with the back of his hand, wide blue eyes glance over at the pilot, confusion evident.

"Um, I.." He hates this, the question Rooster has sprung without warning, being put on the spot with absolutely no warning. It makes his skin itch. There's no quick, easy answer Bob can offer to make it ease up.

"…i'm sorry, nat. i never meant to make you feel like that."

he hopes that will at least go some way in making her feel better, although it probably won't. she's been a good friend, good coworker, good support system, good everything. he cares deeply about her. he doesn't want to jeopardize or lose this in any way, if he can help it. dark hues drift back to study her face.

"what do you want? what can i do?" // @ltbrdshw

She hates the apology he offers, the way his eyes widen and swirl with emotion, but mostly, Natasha hates herself more for saying anything at all. There's nothing to excuse her bit of honesty except, maybe, the late hour. That's a flimsy excuse, though, and while Natasha wishes she hadn't said anything at all, she won't sweep it away. She won't pretend she didn't speak up.

Even if it were easier.

being new to the area , the nurse was eager to explore san diego. she had been to california only one other time and that was years ago when she was still in gymnastics. after a particularly rough overnight shift at the local hospital , she decided she needed some liquid courage. something to get her mind off what happened. she had heard about a bar on the beach called the HARDDECK and that it was one of the best bars in the area. so naturally, she thought she would go check it out. of course when she walked in she did not realize it was a navy and military bar. however, now that she thought about it , she did remember seeing a huge navy base right down the road. after making her way to the long bar where she ordered a beer, she started to take a notice at the man playing piano and singing. obviously having a good time with his fellow service men and women. she couldn't help but bop along and get into it.

Wanda and Rooster having mutual understanding about the dangers and worry that comes with being a pilot and doing what they do. I can imagine they try not to let on how much it really affects them especially after becoming a thing but they also know how much being a pilot/wingman means to the other. And, while Wanda doesn't necessarily agree with Mav making the choice by himself to pull Rooster's naval admission (even though the intentions were good), she understands and sympathizes.

On a lighter note, Rooster probably teases Wanda from time to time for being scared of The Thing the first time they ever watched it, and make it a tradition to watch it for Halloween every year, along with a few other Halloween appropriate films.

Hair pulled in a messy bun and bubbles all around, the smell of lavender quickly and quietly fills her senses and her muscles instantly relax. Having gone through a hell of a week of intensive training and so many damn pushups, followed by spending a well-deserved day at the beach playing football, needless to say taking a hot bath to wind down and decompress was a necessity; and truth be told, she couldn't think of a better way to help alleviate some of her soreness. Fully relaxed, Wanda soon finds herself on the verge of dozing off. However, sudden movement by the door makes her jump and curse in Sokovian. She calms down quickly when recognition sets in. How long had Rooster been standing there? Apparently, Bob wasn't the only one who was stealthy. ❝ If this is about Mav, or training, it can wait until morning. Otherwise, you can continue to stand there and enjoy the view or join me. ❞