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[He looks both guilty and relieved.]

Yes, something like that, I suppose.

Do you think not talking about it is going to make your bad feelings go away? [Legit question.]

I wish I knew. Reliving it over and over certainly does not.

That's not the same thing, though. Unless one of you isn't listening when you're talking about it.

[He frowns.]

It's not that people haven't listened, but rather that it doesn't seem to change anything to speak of it; therefore, I have not brought it up.

[She looks at him for a long moment, then says:] Then maybe you're not listening to them.

[Now his frown is approaching a scowl and his tone is sharper than before.]

I've decided against resigning command thanks to advice, though if you'd rather I didn't, I'm sure it could be arranged.

[She is completely unmoved.]

Don't get pissy at me for not knowing things when you haven't told me jack shit.

[He checks himself, as there's some justice to her remarks, but his tone is still sharp.]

Very well. Then suffice it to say expounding upon my own faults has not exonerated them and that I hesitate to bring it up as it will only hasten the inevitable rejection by one of the few persons I claim as a friend.

I don't care about your faults. I want to know what's bothering you. [She refrains from paying it as "what's up your ass?"]

Since you haven't told me what it is, I don't know for sure. But real friends don't drop each other over one single thing.

[Knowing Vision doesn't have a wang pretty much eliminates a lot of those really unforgivable things off the bat.]

[He rubs at his head, about where the hairline would be on someone with hair.]

They might if it's friendly fire resulting in a spinal injury worse than your own.

There were four people involved in breaking every fucking bone in my body: York, North, Malcolm, and Carolina. I was friends with all of them after I got out of the hospital.

And my best friend in the world up till then was my doctor. Whiskey. He was friends with most of them too, after.

So maybe you're right. But I hope your friends can manage to be fucking adults.

[Wrath, this is the Avengers we're talking about. The veritable kings of hurfdurf. He seems to shrink in on himself, impressive for someone as tall as he is--and for as confident as he's usually presented himself.]

I can't make any assumptions about it, Wrath. Most of them won't even speak to me any longer.

That sucks.

Shit happens under fire, sir. Squad mates don't desert each other just because shit happens.

Sounds like you need better friends.

[Is agreeing with that betraying the last year of his life, though? But he'd already apologized to the person who'd meant the most to him, and Wanda at least had returned with an apology of her own. Things are better between the two of them, and that helps to think about.]

Please understand I have no quarrel with anyone on the Windrose, and I do believe it would be different if the incident had happened here. You're here on my ship by choice, and could leave to join another at any time. With the Avengers there were no other groups of extraordinary individuals; we were stuck with only each other.

So what? Do you think I hand picked everyone I ever served with? [Or go ahead, and tell her that doesn't count because it was a bunch of infantry grunts who were definitely not extraordinary. Maybe that makes a difference.]

[She shakes her head.] If your group didn't mesh right and people are being dicks, that's not your fault. Fucking up? Sure, that's worth feeling bad about. But feeling bad also doesn't fix anything. All you can do is keep moving forward and do better next time.

Your squad being dicks to you also doesn't fix anything either.

No, of course not. But they were the only ones I had ever thought of as friends. now I don't even have that to fall back on.

Then perhaps you see why I didn't wish to talk of it. As you say, it does no good. What is the use in bothering?

You're here now. Starting over like that sucks, but you're strong enough to do it. [She's had to do it too, man. It sucked. She did it anyway.]

Feeling bad doesn't help anything. Feeling bad about it isn't the same as talking it out and try to figure things out with someone. [She shrugs.] But you don't have to talk to me. I'm just your first officer. I'd be your friend, too, but that's your choice.

I do consider you my friend, Wrath. But I truly do not wish to speak of it any further. If that's a reflection on anyone it is on me, and not your suitability for the task.

Nah. I'm shit at this stuff. [She's not offended. And she really does believe she's terrible at it. This is certainly proof, since she hasn't managed to talk any sense into her captain.] Guess it's not really my business if it's not making you less effective anyway.

[He visibly relaxes when she says she won't push him. While he recognizes he still has plenty of issues to work through, it would be best if he could actually talk to a professional about it.]

As I said, I don't believe it should affect my performance here. The incident involved an ability I don't use on the ship at all, as it could possibly cause a hull breach.

That's not the part I'd be concerned about.

[He winces a little.]

And what would that be, then?

When people fuck up in combat, they start second-guessing themselves. They hesitate. I've been through it too, and it only makes it worse.

[Ah, yes. That.

He hesitates long enough that it's telling.]

That's not likely to fade any time soon, I'm afraid. I've no issue with my defensive abilities, however, and that should suffice for the time being.