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Something based on the scrapped idea of Val making John into a kind of Hulk.
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“John lost it. He jumped out of a third floor window onto the street. When he saw the man who had been restraining him, he chased him down. Witnesses saw the man fling a concrete bin at him to slow him down long enough to escape, but John continued pursuit. He knocked him down in the square…and the rest you know.”
“He was always such a good soldier.” Talia said slowly. “Too good. He'd never…make such an obvious mistake…”
“All of that went out of the window when Lemar died.” Sam said. “If you believe nothing else, believe that John loved him past the point of reason.”
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“Oh, what medals has he got?” Blonsky said. “You know, there isn’t a military award they haven’t given me, except for-”
“Three medals of honour.” Jen said, and Blonsky began to splutter in absolute incoherence.
“Three?” He gasped, in such a state of shock he let Walker go. He saluted him, and got pummelled for his trouble. He seemed pretty happy about it, though. “Oh, my god. Do you know what kind of ballsy self-sacrificing shit you have to pull off to get even one? And he survived getting three? Does God just really really like him?”
Sam had worked with veterans for years. It'd been a calling for him, after losing Riley had wrecked him - that kind of pain wasn't something many understood. After he'd clawed himself out, he knew he had to help others do the same.
But for the first time, he saw it from the other side.
He'd tried, he told himself. He tried to get John to give the shield up without a fight, tried to get him to understand that he wasn't really in trouble, that even though he'd cracked, they'd overlook it.
Except, he worked with veterans. He knew the government treated them like shit when the mental strain of the job finally caught up to them. When they were no longer useful. And Walker was tougher than most. Decades of service. He'd held out a long time, against a lot. The things he must have seen, done, in war. What Sam had seen…
Sam should have seen that Walker wasn't a bad guy, that he was finally fraying. Instead, he'd let Bucky drag him into a fight. God! He'd beaten up a man in the depths of a mental breakdown, broken his arm, while his best friend's body still cooled. He tried to imagine being jumped an hour after losing Riley.
Yeah. Yeah, maybe he'd be just like John then. No one knows how much they could take until it broke them.