Trust Only You

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trust ONLY you Intimacy is wonderful, no doubt...but you just can't. For you, you can't let someone in like that, can't let your guard down, or just don't want to. There's also the possibility that you actually cannot be close and candid like that, unless you want to risk their safety and yours. It could, however, be a much more normal case: you were burned in the past by someone, and you don't want that to happen again, or no matter how much of an open book you are in all other aspects of your life, sexuality makes you clam up and retreat. You just can't be with someone - at least not just anyone. Until the right person comes along, then everything changes. Their strength, their kindness, or their trust in you makes you trust them; finally, there's someone you can be honest with and be comfortable enough with to explore a side of you that's had to be locked up. Whenever you have an urge, you can turn to a partner who can give you relief. Whether your tastes be a kink you've always secretly had or just a vanilla, consensual connection, don't be hesitant to let go. Comment with your character, preference, character's role (trusted or the one with trust issues), etc. Reply to others and thread out as you desire.

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[wingmans]

[ Sam allows for the brief pang of regret for his partner, his brother before it passes him by. He no longer overshadows him, but Sam will always allow a moment of recollection. ]

I don't really have a lot to miss. But I know the feeling. It's why I signed up for the ride.

[tictacs]

Why you signed up?

( scott considers, wetting his lip. )

A guy told me once that we fight for their world, not ours. Kind of shaped the philosophy I have now.

[wingmans]

Honestly?

[ Sam shrugs, relaxed. ]

Things just sort of lined up. I always had a purpose, and now I've got a bigger one.

[tictacs]

A purpose... ( it's the kind of higher awareness thing scott's never been good at dealing with, but it sounds nice coming from the falcon's lips. sounds right--maybe because nobody has dedication like sam has dedication. )

What's that?

[wingmans]

[ Teasingly. ] Usually something with a lot of goodwill and responsibility attached.

[ But he gives a proper answer, though the smile never dims. ]

Whenever we do something - anything, really - the world changes. Why not change it for the better? Even a little bit makes a difference.

[tictacs]

So more for the world than anything in specific, huh? ( it's a nice philosophy. scott thought this from the beginning--that sam was a nice guy--so he isn't all that surprised by this answer, but he sure is affected. )

Changing the world for the better... y'know, if you told me I could do that a few months ago, I would've laughed at you.

[wingmans]

I might have laughed too.

[ Not at Scott. Sam had always made a difference, has always striven to use his knowledge and skills to help others. But the scale of it has changed. ]

Every step forward is a step that matters. Even when you're not sure, it still counts.

[tictacs]

That makes me extremely nervous. ( now scott definitely laughs, but some of the frigidity in his fingers fades away. it's nice to think of himself as a hero--or some version of it, anyway.

he goes for his best crutch: bad humour. ) Like flushing the toilet might start the end of the world.

[ spoilers ]

[wingmans]

You never know. We've seen some crazy stuff lately.

[ Like Panther Guy and Spider Kid ]

Like you turning into King Kong. That was impressive.

[tictacs]

It was the first time I didn't pass out trying! I'm telling you, buddy, we're gonna need my Baby's First album soon or we're gonna miss all these achievements.

( feeling better means he can drink more coffee at once, so by the time the mug's back down scott's got two-thirds' of it gone. )

That prison under the sea was nuts, too. I've been arrested a lot for my thirty-odd years alive, but never by Poseidon.

[wingmans]

[ Sam chuckles, crossing his arms. ]

We'll see what we can find.

Last time, I was arrested by Hydra and had to jump off a building into a helicopter. That was -- [ He pauses, dramatically and partly because it was still a harrowing experience. ] -- fun.

[tictacs]

I get the feeling you jump off of a lot of things and that it usually ends up-- ( scott pauses, too. ) --fun. That's just me.

I usually jump into things. ( there's something nice about the normalcy of all this; the casual tones, the smell of coffee. ) Your wings notwithstanding--they're very nice wings, by the way. Really pretty.

[wingmans]

[ Sam grins, a note of pride in his voice. ] I've noticed that.

Thanks. I'm rather fond of them myself.

[tictacs]

I'm figuring that I'm never going to be allowed inside them again, but you gotta let me know one day how it works. It's like God's gift to electrical engineers.

( scott smiles, nudging sam lightly. )

You gotta maintain that thing, right?

[wingmans]

Yeah, and it's not as easy as it looks.

[ He jostles back lightly. Sam's no technical genius, but he knows his wings and has made it a point to know every nook and cranny. He can't afford to have a weapons malfunction during a mission. ]

But I could always use an extra pair of hands.

[tictacs]

Hey, even if it's just handing you screwdrivers, sign me up!

( being an assistant working with tech sounds good. doing anything normal that lets scott think less of where they are and how they're in hiding is good.

that it's with the falcon's wings sounds even cooler. )

I mean, you'll let me look at it though, right?

[wingmans]

Sure thing. It doesn't bother me.

[ Besides, he'd be supervising but Sam can see where Scott was going with this. ]

It's probably due for a tuneup already.

[tictacs]

( scott pauses just to let that sink in, and then clears his throat. )

... like now? Like after you finish your cold coffee now?

[wingmans]

[ Oh, Scott. Sam takes another perfunctory sip. ]

Now is good. Let's go.

[tictacs]

Let's go!

( scott's happy to deposit his mug on the counter in the room (with some quiet promise to himself that he'll wash it later, seriously!) and bound up behind sam, hands shoved into his pockets. )

You sure you're not gonna finish that cold coffee?

[wingmans]

Coffee can wait another day, man.

[ Sam heads down to the weapons locker. He promised T'Challa he wouldn't use it around Wakanda, but they could access their weapons any time. Sam has never been so relieved when Steve came to get them - along with their gear. ]

[tictacs]

But I worked so hard--

( yeah, okay, no use in bitching. scott inhales, pulls his pants up, and quickly makes his way after sam with a bit more hop to his step. )

[wingmans]

[ Sam activates it via thumbprint and the locker pops open. Sam takes a moment to appreciate the wings. It had been easy - almost too easy to put them on again and take to the skies. Sam had it lucky. ]

Feast your eyes on some fine wings.

[tictacs]

They're feasting, they're feasting!

( oh, man--it's way different seeing tech up close and personal outside of a combat setting. hell, it's probably one of the most beautiful things scott could ever witness outside of cassie doing anything.

he's grinning pretty wide. )

How much of this did you come up with?

[wingmans]

Very little of it. I mean, I tried my hand at the drawing board but the army is what made it work.

[ He smiles down on it fondly. ] This is probably the only test version left.