I don't remember what she was, to tell you the truth, but I can tell you she wasn't a deli.
[ Michael laughs, half out of relief, half out of the simple pleasure of talking about something, anything, that wasn't the project or their progress. There's no escape from the constant barrage of information, even if he closes his eyes, the blueprints are burnt into his mind. He can't rest knowing the sheer amount of ground they need to cover, not to mention the miles upon miles of hardlines and pipes requiring inspection.
Michael's halfway through demolishing his lunch when he finds the note at the bottom of the bag. He stops eating, setting his sandwich aside to read it. He scans Bucky's handwriting once, sharply, as if he were reading an important document, then twice, more slowly, with soft eyes.
Michael rubs his hand over his mouth, takes a too-quick breath, resolves himself not to cry even as his vision gets hazy at the edges. The best he can do is laugh, and smile, and crease the note between his fingers. It won't end up on the floor. ]
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[ Michael laughs, half out of relief, half out of the simple pleasure of talking about something, anything, that wasn't the project or their progress. There's no escape from the constant barrage of information, even if he closes his eyes, the blueprints are burnt into his mind. He can't rest knowing the sheer amount of ground they need to cover, not to mention the miles upon miles of hardlines and pipes requiring inspection.
Michael's halfway through demolishing his lunch when he finds the note at the bottom of the bag. He stops eating, setting his sandwich aside to read it. He scans Bucky's handwriting once, sharply, as if he were reading an important document, then twice, more slowly, with soft eyes.
Michael rubs his hand over his mouth, takes a too-quick breath, resolves himself not to cry even as his vision gets hazy at the edges. The best he can do is laugh, and smile, and crease the note between his fingers. It won't end up on the floor. ]
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