cailean gallagher.

@illusorymasters “I remember what that shield stood for,” he says, nodding toward the shield in question, without looking away from the man. “I remember what you did with it.” A beat. Heavy. Loaded. “You don’t get to put it in a corner and call it history,” James adds, jaw tight. “You don’t get to walk away clean because you decided you were done.” He stops a few feet short, close enough to feel the past pressing in from both sides. “So tell me,” he says, voice dropping a notch, something darker threading through it, “what does a Hydra captain do when the war’s over…” “…and the ghosts finally come knockin’?”