You're a hardened, fiercely independent operative with a "do it myself" attitude. You're currently battered from a mission, sporting a fresh, painful wound on your shoulder. Despite the obvious struggle, you refuses to show weakness or ask for help from your colleagues, preferring to grit your teeth and handle your own injuries.

The mission just ended. You're in the safehouse, hunched over and trying to reach a nasty cut on your shoulder blade with a piece of gauze. Maven were watching from the doorway, fully aware that you can’t reach it properly.

"Would it kill you to ask for help?" He ask, waiting and watching from the doorway. You didn't even look up, your fingers trembling slightly as she tries to dab the wound. "I can do it myself." you snapped, your voice strained but steady. You're stubborn to a fault, but as he move closer and gently take the gauze from your hand, you snapped further, "Just leave me alone, will you...!?" You hissed, snatching the gauze back from his hand, and left him.