#sightlessruth

She could sense an undercurrent pushing against his words before he said anything. They were rude, the extra voices, trying to interrupt when she was trying to say hello. She took a step toward him to get a better look. She was aware of the subjective nature of the blind girl having a look and the obvious joke. She was also sure that he wasn’t about to make it, though the intrusive noise might feel differently.

“Sh.”

Ruth raised her index finger to a point in front of his forehead, not touching him but extending a sliver of clear thought to shoo the extra voices away from his answer.

“Didn’t mean to intrude there. Just wanted to say hello without everyone gettin’ so worked up. I’m Ruth, it’s nice to meet you,” she said, lowering her hand again.

SHIELD U had fallen. His intel had paid off. He stood proud before the Administrator as he was congratulated on his effort, he’d provided the information that saw those usurpers to the balance of the world dealt with. They were now either dead or imprisoned, he’d probably check in on them later, they deserved to know who’d orchestrated their demise. Only a handful had escaped, but they couldn’t hurt him now. 

“Well done, Kid. You’ve been everything I knew you’d be and more. Promising agents are such a rare commodity in todays world.” 

“Thank you, Sir. Will I be sent on anther assignment soon?”

“Yes, you’ll-”

He was cut off by the sounding of alarms throughout the facility, the building shook under an explosion and both were sent flying to the ground. Kid had barely struggled to his feet and out of the room when he spotted them, one of the heroes who’d got away-

“KIDMAN! You’re dead!” 

His final thought before they were upon him was regret. 

“Foley! We need you over here!”

“He’s flatland, get your ass over here.”

“Josh, the artery is severed, he’ll bleed out in minutes!”

Josh was elbow deep into trying to reattach a severed hand on a patient. The attack on the dance hall had left so many on the verge of death, and while he could feel them, each of them, desperately fighting for life he knew they wouldn’t all last the amount of time he needed. It wasn’t fair! 

“I’m coming!” he yelled back to the cacophony of voices, “Please hold on.” he knew it was useless, they wouldn’t last. They couldn’t, they were only human. The arm was reattached.

In a split second he ran over to the flatliner and began pumping them full of his healing powers, trying to reignite the spark that made them live. He went at it full power for a single minute before their pulse returned and evened out, just as he turned to hit the next one he felt an alright pull in his gut, like someone had just ripped a part of him away.

The other two were gone.

Josh’s head fell forward, his expression stony, there was a moment of pause in the Med-bay.

“Foley, over here now!”

No time to rest. All he has was regret.

9- Talk about a time you made an enemy.:

 Believe it or not, MJ and I did not always see eye-to-eye. When we we’re middle schoolers, I used to get jealous whenever Peter or Harry would walk away from me to speak to her, so one day in the middle of lunch, I called her out as “my mortal enemy”. But a few months later, she had become one of my best friends.

16 What’s a skill you’re trying to improve even though you know you’re terrible?: 

♌how do they drink their coffee/tea?

“ —— pfft, black.  cream & sugar are for wimps. “

♎is their closet tidy or are the clothes just being thrown inside or lying on the floor?