[ It was getting to him more than he liked. The fact that he's in space, sure, but more the strange feeling of isolation. There were people from his world, and Foggy knows he should be glad. He knows, deep down, that this is just another weird situation that he has to deal with and at least it's him and not Matt.
Part of him, an ugly, ugly part of him, sort of wishes it was Matt. At least then it wouldn't be him. Matt could actually stand a chance, and--hell, Matt could probably even join the Avengers or some shit like that. He could keep up with this.
It's usually a sign he's had far too much to drink when he starts thinking negatively about Matt in any light--or thinking of himself negatively in any light--because Foggy prides himself in being steadfast and loyal. He doesn't want to wish Matt to be a part of the avengers in any universe, if he's being honest. He's just fed up with things he can't fix. Things he can't help.
It's fairly late at night and Foggy himself has a bottle of what he's dubbed space scotch, all to himself, and he's about halfway through it with four fingers of it poured into a tumbler. It's extremely rare he takes moments like this to spiral into 'i hate everyone,' even drunk, but there's only so much a normal person can do with stress and a complete environment change. He looks up when the door opens, raises a brow, and is somehow unsurprised. ]
Speak of the devil. Captain America himself. [ He raises his glass in a move that he hopes is ironic looking, but probably just looks ridiculous and unimpressive. ]
mess hall/space bar/thing we discussed
Part of him, an ugly, ugly part of him, sort of wishes it was Matt. At least then it wouldn't be him. Matt could actually stand a chance, and--hell, Matt could probably even join the Avengers or some shit like that. He could keep up with this.
It's usually a sign he's had far too much to drink when he starts thinking negatively about Matt in any light--or thinking of himself negatively in any light--because Foggy prides himself in being steadfast and loyal. He doesn't want to wish Matt to be a part of the avengers in any universe, if he's being honest. He's just fed up with things he can't fix. Things he can't help.
It's fairly late at night and Foggy himself has a bottle of what he's dubbed space scotch, all to himself, and he's about halfway through it with four fingers of it poured into a tumbler. It's extremely rare he takes moments like this to spiral into 'i hate everyone,' even drunk, but there's only so much a normal person can do with stress and a complete environment change. He looks up when the door opens, raises a brow, and is somehow unsurprised. ]
Speak of the devil. Captain America himself. [ He raises his glass in a move that he hopes is ironic looking, but probably just looks ridiculous and unimpressive. ]