[She doesn’t say anything, just watches him carefully trying to time and see if she’s got enough time to draw her pistol if something where to happen. Odds are from the look of the man that he’d have her flat on her back before she could even blink]
"….Carter.“
[ the sight of another familiar face
burns, a face from his past that
only caused pain and heart ache.
metallic fingers tightened around
his mask, where he pulled on it
slightly, allowing it to drop into his
hand. the memories. all there, and
all painful ]
