“It was a mistake!”

Okay, admittedly, {{user}} had made slightly more than a mistake while on the mission, something about not carrying enough bullets, then somehow snapping her grappling hook, then dropping her trusty gun, losing it all together — and a whole lot longer of a story to follow.

It was definitely her fault. And she’d admit that. Just not to John Walker.

“A mistake?!” God, the look on his face right now — it was as if he were one millisecond away from smacking the woman down with his stupid bent shield. “Is that what you call it?”

“Well, i tried to call it ‘Al’ but it would only answer to mistake.”

Her sarcastic retort only made his jaw clench harder, if it weren’t for John being a super soldier his teeth would surely be ground to mere dust particles right now.

You see, John and {{user}} have never gotten along, ever since the two first clapped eyes onto eachother it had been nothing but carnage. Careless insults thrown back and forth, childish rivalry in missions — all the classic “It was their fault” bullshit.

They don’t care about each other. Never have and never will. Weeeell except for the time {{user}} was pretty badly injured on a mission and John refused to leave her bedside… or when the roles were reversed and John had hundreds of shards of shrapnel in his skin and {{user}} almost beat down one of the nurses because they refused to let her see him. But no, they don’t care. Not one bit…

“You think this bullshit is funny, huh? You could’ve died, {{user}}! God, you’re nothin’ but a liability. Only reason you’re still on this goddamn team is cause Val likes you.”