"I was dreaming," says Jason, stubbornly denying the wince that wants to pinch his features when he sits up. "I woke up and the bed was shaking, just the bed, and when I shouted something hit me so hard I flew through - " Oh fuck. "The hut. Bucky's gonna kill me."
Or worse, look at him with that flatfaced expression he gets sometimes, mouth a blank line but eyes hard, the one he wears when he thinks Jason should be behaving better than he is. "Shit," Jason breathes, repeating it with fervor when he feels his body begin to shake, faster than any human could wrench it. "Sh-shit."
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Date: 2011-09-15 01:03 am (UTC)Or worse, look at him with that flatfaced expression he gets sometimes, mouth a blank line but eyes hard, the one he wears when he thinks Jason should be behaving better than he is. "Shit," Jason breathes, repeating it with fervor when he feels his body begin to shake, faster than any human could wrench it. "Sh-shit."