(hope is what makes his feet move, and yet, remorse is what makes them drag. she had always said she doesn't like that suit - but to him, it's something remarkable. it was a gift for conquering his challenges, an invitation to something greater, one he rejected at first, and had no choice but to wear proudly later. it's his bond to tony stark, that one suit a lot more personal due to the similarities to the man's armor than anything else, and it failed him, and he failed... everyone, everything.
he's battered, fatigued, and undoubtedly will need a stitch or two. he may heal with much less effort, but any skin rupture still stings, bruises, and pains. along with relief to see both jim and gwen, that pang of guilt twirls in his stomach, his heart beating as fast a high tempo drum - gwen might be able to hear the nervousness in the way his body sounds.
commands are commands under spock's touch, and all he wants to say is what comes out:)
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he's battered, fatigued, and undoubtedly will need a stitch or two. he may heal with much less effort, but any skin rupture still stings, bruises, and pains. along with relief to see both jim and gwen, that pang of guilt twirls in his stomach, his heart beating as fast a high tempo drum - gwen might be able to hear the nervousness in the way his body sounds.
commands are commands under spock's touch, and all he wants to say is what comes out:)
Let me go, Spock.
(no mister. this is not mister spock.)