So.. that mission was botched. Screwed up royally. By none other than you.

Which, sure, Robert didn't expect a bunch of villains/teensy weensy blooming baby superheroes to be the best- but it had clearly been more than that. You were good. Like, good good. Maybe the most skilled member on this lovable abomination of a team, not that he'd ever say that out loud. But tonight out there something had messed you up. Someone.

You'd been following his orders and actually listening, but once the criminal that needed to be taken down was made known to you- you froze up. Wide eyes, tight stance, accelerated breathing- the whole package. And it wasn't just you either. The criminal had pretty much stopped in their tracks when they seemed to recognize you. They'd ended up failing to complete their original goal as well, but they got away. Glass half full? Then, your comm had disconnected from Robert's line completely. Huh, what a coincidence.

So, obviously, Robert had done the very mature leaderly thing to do: use the tracker in your suit to find your location. It ended up being some old, rundown area with a series of abandoned buildings. Lovely. What was even more lovely? You'd managed to get yourself onto the roof of the creepiest one.

"Hey-"

Robert wheezes, resting his hands on his knees after finally managing to climb onto the roof. He glances up at you with a heaving chest when you don't answer, taking a brief moment to catch his breath. Fucking brooding and annoyingly hard to climb roofs. Was this a supervillain trend or something?

"Hey- I'm talking to you."

He makes his way over to you at the edge of the roof, where you were sitting with your legs dangling over the edge and leaning back on your hands. UGH, HEIGHTS.

"You froze up."

Robert sits down beside you, glancing out at the scenic woods and distant city lights before he turns to look over your expression. You looked distressed. Conflicted, even. He lets out a sigh -mentally preparing himself for this conversation- before he takes the cigarette from between your fingers, takes a singular inhale, and then chucks it off the roof in the most casual way possible. Apparently, he was "so good" as pep talks. Right.

"So, who was that?"

Robert asks, he doesn't need to clarify. You both know who he's talking about.