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Walker’s vision blurred. All he could see was a wave of red as his body flushed with anger. Nico was right in front him, another flag smasher, another reminder of Lemar lying broken and still. They had killed Lemar, and Walker couldn’t accept it. Walker’s blood felt like it was boiling from the inside out. This wasn’t about justice or doing what was right, this was revenge. Cold, hard revenge.
Nico stumbled, falling to the ground with his hands raised in surrender. Cowering and helpless. Walker’s rage didn’t subside, his eyes were hollow, dead, his humanity swallowed by fury. Walker’s shield rose overhead, gleaming in the light. Nico knew Walker was going to strike him, even kill him.
“Please! It wasn’t me!” Nico pleaded.
A crowd of onlookers started to observe the man pleading and Captain America raising the shield above him to strike. Walker didn’t even hear Nico pleading as he swung his shield down but everyone gasped as a sudden burst of force knocked the shield from Walker’s grip. The shield whirled across the court like a missile, smashing into the side of the build, the crowd near by shouted and scattered.
The shock of the moment broke through Walker’s rage. Nico realizing his chance bolted to his feet, but Walker grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and tightened a fist to swing at Nico. But as Walker turned with Nico, he noticed the crowd, the people watching, countless phones pointed at him recording his every move. The anger bled out of him as chest heaved and he caught his breath. Wait… what was he doing…?
“Think carefully, son.”
Walker heard the voice from near him, it was calm, commanding and familiar. Walker turned and standing there with a weapon trained on Walker was Nick Fury.
Walker was frozen, Nick Fury had a weapon… aimed at… HIM!? Captain America!? Quickly Walker let go of Nico and he scrambled away to freedom. Only briefly until he was approached by a tall woman, Maria Hill who cornered him and some soldiers closed in and cuffed him. It was very quick and unceremonious. The crowd slowly began to break apart, realizing nothing more was coming. But Walker was still in a daze, the fire in his veins replaced by something colder. Something he pretended he hadn’t felt in years. Inferiority.
“That could’ve been bad,” Fury said flatly, as though they’d known each other for years. Fury stepped closer to Walker and Walker squinted at the man.
Walker blinked. “Did you just…" He paused... "Did you just shoot my shield out of my hands? In the middle of an operation?” Walker's tone was angry and demanding.
“The target’s secured.” Fury clapped Walker on the arm as if they were good friends. Walker shoved his hand away.
“Don’t touch me, old man. There’s more of them!”
“Why don’t we go somewhere and talk?” Fury’s voice never rose, he was calm, controlled, unshakable. An overzealous newly minted hero was something Fury was quite used to. Walker looked around, his blood calming, his mind coming back to it. Go somewhere and talk... with Nick Fury? This was a dream of Walker's years ago, why did it feel like this wasn't going to be a good thing.
Fury and Walker retrieved the shield together. Walker pulled it from the rubble, brushing off dirt with almost reverent care.
“You need to show this shield some respect,” Walker snapped at Fury.
“Of course.” Fury nodded and he didn’t bite back. Walker frowned at him, unsettled by how natural it felt to follow his lead. And he hated to admit it, but Fury was right. That could’ve been bad. He could have.. he would have killed that man.
Deep underground, in a room humming with cutting-edge tech, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, and Maria Hill spoke in low tones. At the sound of footsteps, all three whipped up their weapons. They were not expecting anyone. Walker stepped in. His eyes darted first to the woman holding a gun steady on him. Then everyone saw Fury behind him.
“Alright, S.H.I.E.L.D. Barbie, you can disarm.” Walker rolled his eyes, recognizing her now as the one who stopped Nico. He remembered her face from news footage too, always at Fury’s side like a shadow or a golden retriever with an attachment disorder.
“It’s just Walker…” Bucky muttered, no one felt threatened by him and everyone lowered their weapons.
“And Fury..” Wilson added with a little laugh.
“Yeah, just Walker.” Walker rolled his eyes at their dismissive tone. "or you know, the new Captain America. I know you don't want to accept that, but this is where we are." Walker scowled.
“Wow, the government really said, let’s find someone with less charisma than a soggy cardboard box for this gig, huh?” Hill mumbled to Wilson, who laughed under his breath.
“I have, rizz. People like me, people LOVE me.” Walker interjected defensively.
“Nobody likes you.” Hill called out quickly without a care shaking her head as if she was stating the obvious.
Walker echoed back mockingly, “Nobody likes you.” It sounded more like a child’s whine than a comeback. Bucky and Sam just looked at Walker like he was pathetic.
“Yeah, but in my situation that’s a feature, not a bug. See the difference is,” Hill smirked, “nobody’s supposed to like me.” Her tone sharpened. “But people do need to like Captain America, instead of thinking he’s a unstable psycho who’ll execute them in broad daylight while they beg for their lives. In case you missed that memo.”
Walker bristled, his chest puffed out. “That guy is a terrorist! He killed Lemar. He killed Lemar!!” His voice cracked with rage, the memory raw enough to bleed through.
“Yeah and I'm sorry about that but did you miss the briefing where extrajudicial killings for personal revenge are not part of our justice system.” Hill’s eyes narrowed.
Walker groaned. “Like you never killed anyone.” he huffed with his eyes rolling. “Not anyone who wasn’t aiming at me, dumbass.”
“I’m not a dumbass! I am Captain America!” Walker barked loudly, stepping forward and lifting the shield in front of him defensively.
“Then act like it.” Hill didn’t raise her voice at all she stood her ground despite his move forward.
“You need curb that temper. Right now.” Fury’s voice cut like steel, a warning not to mess with his people to Walker.
Walker blinked “I have to curb my temper? She gets to mouth off and I—”
“Yeah.” Fury’s tone sharpened cutting him off. “She gets to 'mouth off' and you have to take it. That’s how it works. People will say things you don’t like. You’ll want to lash out. But you’re supposed to be better. If you can’t handle that, you can’t handle this.” Fury shook his head in a bit of shame.
The weight of Fury’s words pressed on him. Clearly, Hill was riling him up, testing him and Walker walked right into the trap. Slowly, Walker lowered the shield. His breathing evened, his rage dulling into something unfamiliar. Restraint. His eyes darted around the room at Wilson, Bucky, and Fury, then back at Hill. Everyone except Hill was staring at him, he was the odd man out, and he felt like it. Finally, in the deep silence Maria turned her attention back to Walker only for a moment and then she glanced over at Sam, the two exchanged a brief smirk.
Walker caught Hill smirking at Wilson from the corner of his eye, and it made his blood simmer all over again, but he calmed himself internally even though it made his face flushed with red.
“I don’t like you,” Walker muttered under his breath, like a sulking teenager. Hill scoffed.
“See? Feature,” she smirked at Sam and Bucky, who smirked back while ignoring Walker completely. For a moment, Walker felt like he was back in high school, but he was cool in high school, this must’ve been what the losers felt like standing on the outside while the cool kids laughed. It was not a good feeling.
“You know…” Walker tried to cut in, raising his voice, “you’re scolding me in the middle of an operation when Barnes and Wilson here, freed a literal psychopath to help them—by the way—and now he’s missing. Maybe get your priorities straight.” Walker puffed his chest, trying to regain control of the room. He was not the only one in this room who screwed up, if anything, Bucky and Sam screwed up way worse than him.
“Yeah, we know. Not their best work,” Hill said dryly, side-eyeing Sam and Bucky. They both avoided her glare like guilty teenagers.
Hill looked at the four of them—Wilson, Barnes, Fury, and Walker. Men making messes, cleaning them up badly, and pretending they hadn’t. The world was post-Blip, the Avengers gone, and not one of them had thought to pick up a phone and call in help before everything spiraled. She sighed staring down at a chipped paint line on the cracked cement floor. Maria noticed that all the men were on one side of the line and she was on the other side. Was this some kind of accidental metaphor?
“Is there something they are telling you guys in the army that makes you act like morons?” she muttered.
“Hey, Air Force,” Sam corrected quickly, he was not going to get lumped in with these army bros.
“My mistake,” Hill said flatly. She gestured to the line. “Why don’t you stand on this side then?”
Sam shrugged and stepped over. “Thank you,” he said, smug for a second—until Hill’s eyes locked on him. The smile faded a he saw Maria's glare intensify.
“Did you illegally extract a dangerous man from prison?” she asked, voice sharp.
“We… needed his help. Temporary situation,” Sam hedged.
“Did you interrogate him first? Maybe try asking questions?” Hill mocked.
“Oh! That’s what we forgot,” Bucky said, deadpan.
Sam rubbed the back of his head. “We… did not.”
“So you broke a criminal out of prison. And then lost him,” Hill pressed.
Sam clenched his jaw, he couldn’t argue that was exactly what happened.
“We’ve temporarily disengaged from the asset—” he began, but his voice cracked under her glare.
“Other side of the line! With the rest of them!” She gestured sharply. Sam sighed and stepped back with Bucky.
“Why’d you take the bait?” Bucky chuckled, even Bucky knew that step over the line bit was going to be a put down.
“I didn’t realize it until it was too late…” Sam muttered.
“And trust me, I don’t want to be standing next to you two, I want to be on her side of the line.” Sam admitted and Bucky shook his head rolling his eyes.
Walker groaned. “What is this, boot camp? Who even are you, lady? What gives you the right to talk to us like this?”
“More like, hero camp.” Wilson muttered under his breath to Bucky, who again shook his head as he just tolerated this charade.
“You don’t talk,” Hill ordered, pointing at him. “You’re a walking liability, who should also be arrested.”
“A liability?! Me? They lost Zemo!” Walker jabbed a finger at Bucky and Sam. “I don’t have to listen to this!”
“Go ahead,” Hill shot back, cool and dismissive. “Walk out that door. Ruin your career. We won’t stop you.”
“I don’t need your help,” Walker sneered. “I’m not your errand boy.”
Sam and Bucky exchanged a look, trying not to laugh. Hill leaned forward, voice sharp as glass. “No, Walker. You’re a clown with the impulse control of a thirteen-year-old who just discovered unrestricted Wi-Fi.”
Bucky snorted loudly, Sam cleared his throat to cover a laugh, Fury chuckled.
“You got lucky once on a mission years ago and somehow convinced everyone it was skill, not an accident. Your career blew up not because of brains, talent, or strategy, but because you are a basic blond white guy who can be put on posters and for some unfathomable reason, the only person in this room who hasn’t figured that out is you. Right now, you’re living in the opening line of your own very short obituary, and if you walk out that door, by next week, you won’t even merit a footnote in a bargain-bin coffee table book titled America’s ‘Heroes’.” Maria shut down the room, she was so sick of these men, post-Blip she really didn't have a filter anymore.
“Exactly,” Sam muttered under his breath.
“Excuse me?” Walker growled, as Hill’s assessment cut deep.
“You almost murdered someone. Unarmed. On the ground. Begging for mercy. Why you are getting a second chance at all is beyond me.” Hill rolled her eyes.
“He killed Lemar!” Walker shouted, voice cracking.
“No he didn’t!” Sam and Bucky yelled in unison.
“He’s a terrorist!” Walker barked.
“And he was arrested,” Hill shot back, mimicking his tone. “You know, the normal, legal way of handling criminals who are not an immediate threat to your life or others.”
“I kill terrorists,” Walker snapped.
“Oh yeah? Even when they are on the ground with their hands up, begging for their life? That’s not justice, that’s a war crime! The Hague has a word for people like you.” Maria scowled at Walker.
“The U.S. doesn’t recognize The Hague,” Walker spat.
“Latvia does,” Fury said calmly, cutting through the noise. Hill folded her arms.
“And tell me, Walker. What country are you in right now? Do you need me to bring out a map?” Hill added pointing out the obvious, they were not in the United States and surely killing an innocent civilian would get Walker arrested in another country regardless of who was dressed up as.
Walker shook his head, fuming. “This is a joke.”
“Give it a rest, Walker,” Bucky said. “Everybody screwed up. We know we’re not perfect. We’re not the A-Team, we’re not the Aveng—”
“Actually, I was an Avenger,” Sam cut in, smirking. Maria rolled her eyes but fought back a smile.
“Point is,” Bucky continued, “everyone’s gonna fix this mess. Nobody’s going to jail.” He glanced at Hill’s face and quickly corrected himself. “Except Zemo. Zemo’s going back to jail.”
Hill gave Bucky a curt nod.
“Important clarification,” Fury muttered.
“Great. You’ve got twenty-four hours to bring Zemo back before this spins beyond anything we can contain,” Hill warned.
“Twenty-four hours. Got it.” Bucky nodded with a mock salute. Hill held back an eye roll and redirected her glare at Wilson.
“Do not make my life harder,” she told Wilson flatly.
“You got it, girl.” Sam grinned then instantly regretted it. Barnes and Walker both winced because she did not seem like an attagirl type of woman.
“You know what I mean…” Sam muttered embarrassed.
“Just go!” Hill barked at Bucky and Wilson.
“Were you nicer before the Blip?” Bucky asked, half-joking. Hill shook her head, no. Fury also shook his, confirming the answer. “Weird, I feel like you were…” Sam mumbled.
Walker started after Bucky and Sam, but Fury’s stopped him.
“Where you going, kid?” Fury asked lightly.
“I—” Walker froze, glancing at Bucky and Wilson for backup.
They ignored him. “Guys…” he groaned, forcing them to acknowledge he was being separated.
Sam turned back, stifling a laugh. “Nah, man. That Captain title comes with the privilege of getting stuck in a creepy underground hideout with Fury.”
“It’s all part of the gig,” Bucky added, biting back a smirk. “You want the role, you gotta go to hero camp.”
“Wait, what? No! I will not be held prisoner while Zemo’s out there!” Walker snapped.
“If you want the shield, pal, you gotta put in the time. I did my time.” Sam grinned, already walking off with Bucky, both men chuckling as their laughter echoed down the hall.
"I really don't want to stay in this room with this mean angry lady....." Walker mumbled to the guys ignoring him.
Walker stood there his jaw tight, feeling mocked and abandoned. Fury and Hill gave him a minute to process.
Fury looked down and noticed he had been standing on the same side of the line as Walker, Wilson, and Barnes.
“Wait, why am I on this side of the line?” Fury asked suddenly, glancing down at the paint stripe on the floor, realizing he’d been lumped in with all of them.
“Because all my problems trace back to you,” Hill shot back. Fury sighed and then laughed.
"That's what you signed up for." Fury joked.
"Is it?" She muttered back.
“Come on, Cap. We got things to figure out.” Fury motioned Walker over. His voice was steady commanding, but oddly calming. Walker hesitated, then followed, he didn’t know why, but he couldn’t stop following Fury’s lead.
Then Walker stopped as he realized what he just heard.
“Did… did you just call me Cap?” Walker asked. No one had before.
“Yeah. Aren’t you Captain America?” Fury tilted his head.
“I mean, yeah, but… doesn’t seem like people think that. Doesn’t seem like people want that. Clearly you two don’t.” Walker rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed.
“Rogers was a good friend to a lot of people here, and when you take on a role that someone as great as Steve Rogers held, you are going to be held to a certain standard that we all expect you to meet or go beyond.” Fury said quietly.
“I’m not trying to replace him. I was asked to do this, it seemed like a chance to do some good. I didn’t think it would be… this.”
“That’s the job. Never what you expect,” Fury said. “So, do you want to rise to the task, or burn out fast?”
“I am rising to the task,” Walker shot back, defensive.
Hill and Fury exchanged a look.
“I am!” Walker’s voice cracked with frustration.
“I wasn’t going to kill him!” The lie turned his face red, even he knew that he was uncontrollable in that moment. He definitely could have killed Nico.
Hill turned on him, icy. “Oh? So you were just going to permanently maim him? Our mistake, you’re definitely up to the task.”
“I don’t appreciate your sarcasm for things you know NOTHING about.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” Hill said flatly. “I’ve only been cleaning up after gifted folks since I was twenty five but sure, I know nothing. Fine. Drop the shield at the door. We’ll report back, the government will strip your title, send you home, and you can go back to your humdrum little life.”
“…What?” Walker faltered.
Fury softened, just slightly. “The government’s got concerns, son. About your temperament. About whether you’re suited for this. They asked me to step in, see if you’re salvageable. Make no mistake, they gave you the shield, they can take it away.”
Walker paled. He’d never considered that.
“You can’t lead if you can’t be on a team,” Fury added.
“What team? There isn’t a team. Lemar was my team, and he’s dead.” Walker’s voice cracked with anger. “They don’t want me on their team. Captain America was never on a team!” Walker yelled like he was having a tantrum.
Fury and Hill stared at him like he’d grown two heads.
“Well… okay, except that one,” Walker muttered sheepishly.
“Yeah. That one.” Hill rolled her eyes.
“Captain Walker,” Fury said carefully, “listen…”
Walker’s chest tightened. He wanted this. He’d always wanted this. But he was screwing it up at every turn. Maybe Barnes and Wilson were right. Maybe he did need ‘hero camp.’
“I’m not a liability,” he insisted too quickly. “I can’t make them work with me, I can’t make them want me on their team..”
“Wilson and Barnes?” Hill cut in, brow furrowed and Walker nodded.
“That’s not your team,” Hill said flatly.
“We’re not recreating the past,” Fury added. “No one expects that.”
Walker just stared at them, puzzled.
“Are… … are .. you guys my team?” He asked confounded and Fury and Hill both laughed.
As Walker stepped into the following room, Fury and Hill behind him, he kept one wary eye over his shoulder. He could take them, an old man and a woman, if it came to it. But killing Nick Fury wasn’t exactly a career highlight. Better to play along. Hero Camp. That’s what Wilson and Barnes had called it. He could walk away, sure. But maybe he should give it a shot. He knew he was in over his head, hell, he’d nearly killed an unarmed man. He still couldn’t believe that. Thank God Fury had stopped him. He realized he never thanked Fury for this.
Walker froze when a chair in the corner swiveled. A blonde with a permanent scowl eyed him up and down, then dismissed him entirely, her gaze shifting straight to Fury and Hill.
Walker mirrored her, turning his back on her. “Okay. I don’t need a sidekick.” Walker almost laughed.
Hill raised a brow. “What?”
“The sidekick,” he gestured lazily over his shoulder. “The chick. Short. Blonde. Sidekick material.”
The room went dead quiet.
“This is who I’m waiting for?” Yelena muttered, unimpressed.
Walker kept digging. “I mean, I was expecting at least someone on my level. Not… a kid. Fury, this is offensive.” Walker shook his head.
“Offensive is right.” Yelena’s voice added in an annoyed tone.
"You want to go back to working for Val?“ Maria snarked at Yelena, saying Val with heavy derogatory tone.
"Val pays.” Yelena held out her hand as if she was waiting for money.
"And it only costs you your dignity." Maria mumbled.
"Yeah, me, former child assassin, just overflowing with dignity." Yelena snorted.
Hill and Yelena glared at each other in a quiet tense moment. “If you really want to get into it, Hill, we can go through whose payroll you’ve been on..." Yelena smirked.
Hill rolled her eyes not phased by the threat.
"Is this getting harder or I am getting older?" Fury groaned to himself, this was no Avengers 1.0 anymore, and it was hard enough to get those men bleeding toxic masculinity to work together.
Maria ran her hand over her forehead, tilting her head down. "This is not going to work, is it?” Maria mumbled to Fury. “You cannot seriously put that man back into the field… even with a baby sitter…” Hill said to Fury concerned.
“I don’t NEED a baby sitter.” Walker groaned. “Full disclosure, this is not what I expected Hero Camp was going to be like.” Walker mumbled frustrated as he was being ignored he looked around the room, it had supplies, it had weapons, tools, tech.. wait--wasn't this about him?
"Walker, shut up, your undignified side kick is talking." Yelena said getting up from the chair, despite her stature he did find her intimidating, although he stiffened his posture to act undeterred.
"It's Captain America.” Walker corrected Yelena and both Hill and Yelena laughed, Hill didn’t mean to but she couldn’t help it. It was just so unlike anything Steve Rogers would ever say, the tone, the demand for the title.
“Walker, I wouldn’t call you Captain America if someone had a gun to my head.” Yelena snarked menacingly. "I'm doing this little mission on my own. I can't worry about this dumbass messing things up, seems like that is his most notable skill besides never shutting the hell up. I do expect to be paid.”
“Yeah you’re gonna get paid, Jesus Christ.” Hill rolled her eyes. God, these freelancers were all about their paycheck didn’t anyone work their their whole lives away with no pay based on loyalty to a former boss anymore? Maria sighed.
“Up front.” Yelena demanded —- “Not a chance.” Hill cut her off quickly. Maria knew a cut and run type the second she saw them.
“What IS this, what is going on? What ‘mission?’” Walker turned to Yelena, “and who the hell do you think you are? Did you get lost on the way to munchkin land, kid?” Walker tried to one up Yelena, giving her an up and down hateful look as she stood before him. Yelena clocked him right in the head, Walker attempted to duck but missed, taking a blow to the side of the face then he leapt toward Yelena to topple her but with the slightest flick of her wrist a web of blue light encased his arms and he rolled onto the ground. His feet kicked and he struggled in the electromagnetic containment that zapped and now bound him.
"You are definitely Romanoff's sister." Fury muttered with a smirk and laugh and Walker struggled against his restraints.
"Why do they always fight?" Maria groaned. “Can’t you guys just cut each other down with your words, like adults?” Maria rolled her eyes, Maria broke tons of people with cold direct quips and never had to lift a finger over it.
“I’m doing it alone.” Yelena stared at Fury and Hill.
“It’s a two person job.” Fury sighed and looked at Yelena.
“So.. an easy job for me?” Yelena puckered her lips together.
“CAN SOMEONE HELP ME!” Walker yelled from the ground, kicking his feet.
“Is this a man, or a toddler with super soldier serum?” Yelena asked Fury.
“Your guess is as good as mine at the moment…” Fury sighed.
“Do I need to get one new person or two?” Hill asked Fury as she had no faith in this team.
“I don’t really need the work, to be honest.” Yelena shrugged.
“Right, you weren’t just holding your hand out for a check.” Maria couldn’t help herself with these two.
“I know what my time is worth.” Yelena defended "just because you give yourself up for free doesn't mean we all do."
“HELLO!?” Walker yelled again.
Yelena walked over and kicked the side of the electric wrapping turning it off.
“You are worthless, huh?” Yelena sighed.
Walker laid on the ground staring up at the ceiling.
“Did you all just kidnap me to insult me? I'm kinda having a bad day...” Walker groaned grabbing his face.
“Well, you do a lot less damage down here than you do out there...” Fury sighed.
"Walker, your day could have been a lot worse, by the way." Hill muttered.
“Hero Camp is kinda a downer…” Walker sighed “and the women… are not nice.” He added under his breath.
“Walker, get your ass off the ground, get your assignment, DO IT, and then we can both go home. Why is this so hard for you? Weren’t you in the god damn army? Don’t you know how to take orders and do a job?” Yelena grumbled.
Hill tossed him an ear piece. The ear piece landed on Walker’s chest, he picked it up and got off himself off the ground. He used one hand to rub the side of his jaw. “Damn for someone that short that right hook is powerful..” He sighed to himself.
“Alright, what’s my Hero Camp assignment?” Walker dusted himself off, he was acting like idiot but something inside just compelled him to keep trying at this, to keep going, to take the second chance even if people were mean to him or dismissed him, even if he was going to mess up again.
“Listen up, because I am only going to say this once. Your flag smashers are running a second lab not far from here, hidden in an abandoned warehouse, two blocks from an old industrial lot, follow these gps coordinates..." Maria paused and looked at Walker "you know how to read a map, right?" she glared. "They’re manufacturing a variant of the super soldier serum they duplicated the version they stole and used on themselves. Dangerous stuff. Unstable. If it leaks, people die, probably a lot of them. Do not kill anyone unless they are going to kill you, do not kill anyone if their hands are up.” Hill warned Walker.
Walker blinked, trying to mask his panic with bravado. It seemed simple enough.
“You and Ms. Pay-Me-Up-Front, here” she nodded toward Yelena, “go in, locate the serum, destroy every last vial, and get out. No heroics. No improvising. No thinking you’re some one-man army. You follow the plan. You follow Yelena. You follow me if we need to talk you through it. If you screw this up, don’t worry, you’ll be hearing about it from everyone, starting with Fury and ending with me. Understood?”
Walker’s jaw tightened. “And… what if we…” He started and then he saw the raised brows on Yelena’s face “I mean… if I mess up?”
Hill let out a short, humorless laugh. “Then you learn fast. Or you’re done. Hero Camp isn’t about patting you on the back; it’s about proving you can handle what the title actually means. So… move.”
“I can do this myself.” Yelena emphasized again.
“So can I….” Walker added triumphantly trying to one up Yelena. The second chance was coming and this time he wasn’t going to mess it up, even though he wasn’t showing it externally, he was very thankful for it.
“Walker, get on the ear piece, you’re gonna communicate back to us the whole time. You need help you ask for it, you do not wing it you do not do anything impulsively, you follow all the plans and all of the orders and all of the decisions from me or Yelena.
Walker swallowed hard, but a flicker of determination crossed his face. “Got it.”
Hill gave him a brief, sharp nod and stepped back. “Good.” Hill, Fury, and Yelena were surprised, no sass? “Now go prove you’re not a liability.” Hill sighed.
“And, Cap…” Fury started and Walker looked back “listen, if it all breaks bad, take a second. Breathe. You’ve already got what it takes to do the job, you just have to use it the right way.” Fury encouraged and Walker looked surprised that someone was giving him something positive about himself since that had not been his experience over the last few hours. Walker nodded.