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[plundering]

They tried doing that with Jack, too. Didn't work.

[jumpthegun]

What d'you think we should do?

[He sounds honestly earnest, if a little frustrated.]

[plundering]

I don't think you're going to like my answer.

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Leave it alone? Avoid him and don't look back?

[Just at a guess.]

[plundering]

I don't want you to get hurt.

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I don't want everyone else to get hurt while I'm running.

[plundering]

Look, I'm not saying you have to just sit by and watch if you think he's up to something, but you can't babysit him. It isn't realistic.

[jumpthegun]

How are we supposed to protect people if there isn't someone marking his movements? Letting other people know to keep clear?

[plundering]

[She sighs, her voice turned clipped and short.]

Hey, you come up with a reasonable plan to keep track of him without getting murdered, and I'll listen to it.

[jumpthegun]

Don't suppose Rhys and Angel could rig us up a tracking device?

[It's a half-hearted suggestion.]

[plundering]

I wouldn't be surprised.

[She sighs.]

This doesn't have to be your responsibility, John. Just let Stark and Romanov handle it, if they're so eager to.

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If they get hurt, it'll be because I started something and didn't finish it, Fi. You can understand why that'd bother me, yeah?

[plundering]

Yeah, I get it.

[She just doesn't like it.]

Just... don't do anything stupid.

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That's a tall order, but I'll try.

[plundering]

Hey, you're smart. I believe in you.

[Teasing, just a little.]

You're not allowed to die on me, got it?

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Aye, Captain!

Same goes for you, as well, y'know? I'm not the only one here who's had a bit of trouble.

[plundering]

What am I, a pirate? And since when am I in charge?

[jumpthegun]

Well, I was going for the military, but pirates work, too. I think we agreed to you being in charge a few days ago, though. Must've said something about that. I was thinking it, at least. Something about you being the brains, yeah?

[plundering]

[She snorts.]

Yeah, yeah, okay, as long as you don't call me captain again.

[jumpthegun]

What about General Fiona? Nice ring to it, m'am!

[plundering]

Call me General Fiona and I'm never talking to you again.

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Leftenant? Private? Corporal? I was trying to rank you at or above me here, Fi.

[plundering]

Uggggh.

[Watson stop.]

What rank are you?

[jumpthegun]

Captain John Watson of the Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers.

[plundering]

Northumberland. That's a mouthful.