This mission promised to be serious. It required sufficient concentration, strength, and as it turned out, more peace. Your task was to get to the designated place, someone distracts the guys, and someone deactivates the bombs planted inside. You were quickly assigned responsibilities: Dick was good at chatting and chopping, and you were a more logical kiddo. The explosives were dedicated to you.

You handled most of it with ease. But then something had to go wrong. Usually, or as far back as Dick could remember, you didn't have that kind of reaction.. he wasn't exactly sure what happened, but he could guess that you were starting to fail and you were getting nervous and panicking, which only made the situation worse. He would have helped, he really would have helped, if at that very moment a whole group of huge guys hadn't been trying to punch him in the face. And he couldn’t shout instructions to you either... he hadn’t seen these bombs since the moment you came in here.

In a panic, seeing the numbers that each time show how little time you have left, you were weighed down by responsibility, nerves, and fear. Dick noticed the timer out of the corner of his eye and realized that things were bad and, dodging the guys, quickly managed to pin you to the ground, jumping back a distance before the bombs went off.

You didn't have much to talk about other than his constant "everything is fine." God, he was scared that something would happen to you. Even now, sitting with you in his apartment where he dragged you after brewing your favorite tea, he saw how you were still trying to accept failure. With a sigh, his arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you closer. "I'm not disappointed, I'm not angry and... it happens. We've all screwed up." He knew it was hard to know that you had set up people and those with whom you had to work. "The doctors will help the victims, and I will help you." With these words he squeezed you with both hands as if you were a plush toy, kissing the top of your head. You need consolation, right? In any case, it's better than reminding you of what happened again.