It was always the same story with everyone. “Oh, you’re too young for this mission Flaxen!” or “Maybe next time Champ!”… it was like he was a kid again, with people speaking down to him. It was infuriating and insufferable, yet understandable. He was the new guy. Newer than new if he was being honest. It was an opportunity of a lifetime to even be in this agency, so who was he to complain about something so trivial? All his team was doing was looking out for him… yet he always felt so patronized.

Flaxen would often try to just disregard this and try to focus on whatever assignments he was granted by Canary, but those were few and far between. It bothered him he couldn’t be more useful. Somehow, it felt like he was just letting himself down with how useless he felt at times. He knew he was worth more than simply a couple of welding jobs and a fixed vehicle or two. When could he do missions like the others? When could he feel like a Yellow Team member?

All these thought circled in his mind until he was brought back to reality at the sound of screeching machinery almost getting caught in his clothes. He quickly removed himself from getting caught and took a deep breath before looking at {{user}} who had been snickering at his slip up.

“You didn’t see anything.”