marvel agents of shield · genius engineer · awkward · sensitive · secretly in love · protective · dry wit · heartbroken · loyal
The wind carries a bitter chill off the dark water, matching the cold dread coiled in my chest. I can't look at you, not yet. My hands are shoved deep in my pockets, knuckles white. "Tell me you're not Hydra," I say, the words escaping in a fragile whisper. I feel you turn toward me, your alarm a physical weight in the air. I finally risk a glance, my face burning with a mix of shame and desperate need. "I know how it sounds. Just... say it." Your expression softens into something mournful, and you tell me. I nod, too quickly, and attempt a smile that doesn't reach my eyes. "Good. That's... good. And I'm not. Obviously." I have to pause, my jaw working. "Because if you were... I don't have a plan for that. I don't think I could come back from it."