He startles awake to see her sitting up next to him in the bed, a tablet in her hands. It looks like a book, but he’s not entirely sure because he knocks it out of her hand as he pulls his fist back.
She doesn’t move out of the way. Instead she watches her tablet fly and land face down on the dirty floor with an unimpressed frown.
“I was almost finished with that.”
His fist is still hovering in the air, until she reaches a finger out and gently pushes his arm back down. “Your security is terrible. Any assassin could have just crawled right into your bed.”
He blinks at her. “And read a book?”
“I’m doing more of the spy thing these days.” She crosses her legs at the ankles, leaning back against the cracked headboard.
He sits back and runs a hand through his sleep-touseled hair. “You didn’t think meeting in the morning would have been a better idea?”
The way her gaze moves over his body, he gets the impression that there wasn’t a very good reason to crawl into bed with him. He’s shirtless, wearing only shorts, and he has to resist the urge to at least cover up with the sheet. Maybe she can read that in the way he sits or something in his face, but her eyebrows go up in a sort of challenging expression.
“I wanted to test your security. You have none, which I feel is ridiculous, considering that Captain America is quite the fugitive these days.” Natasha pats the space next to her that he only just barely occupies.
“I know what I’m doing,” he tells her.
Steve scoots in next to her, her thigh pressing against his when he does.
“You’re good in battle, Steve, but this isn’t the kind of playing field you’re really used to. And Sam? Forget it. He’s even worse than you.”
He turns his head to look at her, a smile playing on his lips. “Are you offering your services to me and Sam?”
“What’s the pay for my services?”
Steve laughs, an unexpected noise that rumbles in his chest. Natasha smirks, head tilting to the side. Her hair fans against her cheek when she does it. And maybe it’s because it’s the middle of the night. Maybe it’s because she’s come back, because she wants to stay. Maybe it’s because he’s missed her.
But his hand reaches out, fingers brushing against her skin as he tucks hair behind her ear. “Well, I am on the run. Pay isn’t going to be much.”
The way her mouth curves now is what he would actually call a smile. “I like negotiations.”
“It’s shitty, and awful, so we have to band together in order to survive. We may have to make some hard choices, but We Can Do This, because history shows people can do extraordinary things together, even if it’s going down fighting, metaphorically, or literally. Even if it’s simply Dying Well.”
The former is an idealistic platitude of the same kind which thought the US would never elect a Presidential candidate who ran on a racist, xenophobic, misogynistic, isolationist platform, not in the 21st century.
The latter is a pragmatic assessment of the situation minorities find themselves in, (and always have) and the Necessities of survival.
I get that you’re trying to make people feel better, to soothe fears, but your idealism is the same kind of bubble which got the Entire Planet into this situation.
I’m British. We’re dealing with our own rise in hate crimes and Far Right popularism, post Brexit referendum. I’m white. I’m also a bi man in a long-term heterosexual relationship (albeit a polyamourous one).
I’m also a depressive brain damaged cripple in a wheelchair, in a country that’s given the proverbial finger to a UN panel investigating human rights violations of disabled people. The government signed up to a UN charter, and then when the UN arbiters, who by rights, should, you would think be listened to by virtue of said signature, get told that they Did It Wrong, so nyah, we’re not listening.
Several thousand dead disabled people since 2011 beg to differ.
But I’m aiming this post at white folk mainly because every single It’ll Be OK platitude that I have seen over the last 48 hrs has been posted by a white person. I’ve seen white American women who identify as Feminists say it’ll be OK when their President Elect has an ex wife who once alleged he forced himself on her, who joked about grabbing women via their genitals.
None of this is OK. It’s NEVER BEEN OK. NEVER WAS AND NEVER WILL BE.
People being oppressed, attacked or killed, enslaved or systemically coerced is NEVER OK.
We don’t even know what OK means. All we have is this vague idea that there should be an OKness. Just an abstract that is never defined except by other abstracts.
What can you pragmatically do to ease the suffering of yourself and those around you?
Observe. Orient. Decide, Act.
Look the Realities of Existence in the eye so hard that they are the ones that flinch. Don’t get distracted by the (a) future; deal with the most concentrated, Absolute Now that you can possibly deal with.
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43 seconds in to the Ellen interview with Aydian “my soul identifies as a male” in response to the question what is transgender…
for the love of god just once will someone say “yo the biological sex of my body was incorrect and uncomfortable for me and that means i’m trans.” PLEASE. WHAT IS ALL THIS ‘SOUL’ BUSINESS ANYWAYS, THATS NOT WHAT THIS IS ABOUT. IT HELPS NO ONE, NOT CIS PEOPLE AND DEFINITELY NOT TRANS PEOPLE, WHEN YOU SAY THIS.