<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/dLcz0kA.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>John Walker (USAgent)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>USAgent outfit<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Sep 10, 2019<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Early Day<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>The Raft<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Into the Breach, Forlorn Hope!<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Gambit, Blade, Lionheart, Vision<br/><hr/><br/>"You do what you gotta do, kid." Walker said as Ironheart looked him clear in the eye. It was clear this had hit the young woman hard, and she didn't have it in her to have to have someone's life - no matter that they were vile - on her hands. Walker knew well enough what it did to a person to end them. It was just like Clint said in<em>Unforgiven</em>: hell of a thing to kill a man.<br/><br/>There wasn't anything to do about it. Kid'd figure if she could hack it, or she wouldn't. At least she picked now to jet, and not in the middle.<br/><br/>Wasn't anything much to do about anything but keep on keeping on. "Alright. Looks like it ain't nothin' but us now. I'm of a mind to put the boots to whoever we find down there up to no good. Anyone else of a like inclination?" Walker asked over his shoulder to Gambit, Blade, and Lionheart.<br/><br/>USAgent was starting to feel the adrenalien ebb and the ache of the cuts and crushing he endured start to kick in. Much as he'd like to let the medics patch him up and kick back with a few cold beers, it just wasn't in the cards. But there wasn't anyone else, and Walker was gonna be damned if he slacked off and shirked when he was needed. The blond bruiser marched his way into the RAFT with grim purpose, a dangerous frown on his face. It probably wouldn't be a good day for anyone who got in Agent's way. He wasn't really worried about his own day getting any worse - he'd had plenty, and that came with being an Avenger.