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Morning, ladies, gentlemen, those who aren't.

[In slacks and a plain shirt, Samantha is Ms. Wilson today, having foregone the goggles and wings that characterize her alter-ego, the Falcon, which is a name nobody besides herself (and occasionally Rogers, to humor her) (Romanoff also, for a different take on humor) actually makes use of. She props her elbows on the podium and flashes a smile.]

This question's partly professional. I work at the VA counseling center, so booze and weird spycraft is off-limits.

What makes self-disclosure easier for you? Of personal problems, especially?

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[dates]

Booze doesn't work on me, anyway.

[ is said a little ruefully. and she's not avoiding the question so much as-- yeah okay, maybe she is a little bit. ]

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[prizvannyj]

[ he's not answering. it's not that he doesn't want to, because she's helped him a lot and it seems only fair to help back, right? but he doesn't know how to, and so he keeps quiet, expression blank. ]

[punchbeams]

Accepting it as a necessary first step to getting my life together. But how to get to that point is as big a problem, I'm sure you'd know better than me.

[hydraated]

[Ward? Ward just laughs. That's it, that's all you get is a smug sarcastic douchebag laugh]

[mordantwit]

Veteran Affairs? [Charles is immediately intrigued, and quietly appreciative.] In my experience, the first thing a solider must accept is that there's no shame in needing help. [Aid on the battlefield is one thing; camaraderie is welcomed, necessary. You watch each others' back, you tend to each others' wounds.

Emotional damage, that's another thing entirely. It's gotten better, in the decades since he fought, but not by enough. Not nearly.]

[captainredwhiteblue]

Feeling safe enough to disclose.

...When I figure out what that is, I'll let you know.

[meanwhileback]

Anonymity. The internet helps a lot with that, thank sweet baby jesus. But um.

[the briefest of utterly dignified pauses, in which Penelope, conscientious as always, smokes.]

I mean, is the whole "disclosure of personal problems" thing always entirely necessary? Whatever happened to good old repression and denial?

[girlwithout]

[You look... suspiciously familiar. Rikki eyes Sam for a moment before answering.]

Talking to someone I trust, I guess.

[beenherebefore]

[Sorry, you're getting all the teens today.

Alex can't be more than seventeen - fifteen, actually, but he looks older - but the way he shifts uncomfortably and eyes the exits probably wouldn't be out of place in one of Sam's VA meetings.

What he says is too low to be easily heard, but it sounds suspiciously like no Official Secrets Act, probably.]