[He's thought all of these things. The ways in which he could have handled everything differently eat at him, gnawing in the middle of the night. They haunted every moment struggling through therapy. If he'd done something differently, he wouldn't have lost his speech. If he'd been better, Ward would have had a reason to stay at SHIELD. If he wasn't stupid enough to trust a traitor, they could have been prepared.
He can tell himself these things for hours, but he can't abide Grant Ward trying to absolve himself of guilt. It stirs his rush of emotions until they settle together and become raw fury.]
You don't -- you -- sanctimonious --
[There aren't words for it. Instead, his rush of fury manifests as motion. He lunges forward, to shove, and punch, and. And.
He's not thought through what comes after that, but it'll definitely start with shoving.]
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He can tell himself these things for hours, but he can't abide Grant Ward trying to absolve himself of guilt. It stirs his rush of emotions until they settle together and become raw fury.]
You don't -- you -- sanctimonious --
[There aren't words for it. Instead, his rush of fury manifests as motion. He lunges forward, to shove, and punch, and. And.
He's not thought through what comes after that, but it'll definitely start with shoving.]