[Filtered to everyone but Shiro]

[The first time he left the Barge, Mickey hadn't made any big announcements about it. He'd told the people who needed to know, which amounted to very few, and set off the next day with only minor regrets.

This time, though, he has one great big fucking regret, and he has no idea what to do about it. He can't stay until Shiro's better, he knows. He just can't. But he also can't just leave her the way she is now, either. He'd never forgive himself if he took off without even trying.

So here he is, packed up and ready to make his goodbyes, but for this.]

Hey.

Can somebody out there tell me they know what the actual fuck to do about Shiro right now?

[Filtered to all close CR]

Hey, uh. Not to kill the beach party vibe or whatever, but I'm taking off again. I got the baby-face to get back to, and I burn like a mofo anyway, so...

Yeah.

You assholes ever wanna hit up the South Side, let me know, I guess.

[Private to Pietro]

I ever tell you I got four brothers? Back home, I mean, not like from here.

[Spam for Shiro]

[One last fucking try, he tells himself. Maybe it'll work. He can't say he believes in God now any more than he did two years ago, but he's damn sure seen miracles happen anyway. He tracks her down before he leaves, approaching carefully this time.]

Hey.