Mike: He grinned. "I don't know, the butterfly might be more interesting, it's just me. Yeah, I was playing soccer and baseball and football growing up, and I still keep up with them somewhat, but....it's not quite the same now. It was all so long ago....my muscles are built slightly different now." The last part had the barest traces of bitter notes, but he knew Jay, who was good at reading people, would probably pick up on it. "Yeah, don't take it the wrong way, but your Hope is something. Honestly.....I have no idea what I'm doing. I mean, I've already been offered full rides and more from some schools to play ball, it's just..." He didn't even know if he wanted to play ball beyond high school. His coaches wanted him to, his teammates wanted him to. And Mike liked to please. He thrived on approval from those he liked and cared about. Buffalo had been extra excited about it and him, and that had brought back much of the fire and passion for the game. But at the same time...he wasn't sure about how right it would be for him beyond his high school diploma, or perhaps it was how right he would be for it. Mike remembered back when he went to school with Conrad, when Mr. Wilson was serving and Dad was helping SHIELD and trying to find himself, the way he and Conrad would switch between their houses every couple of days to keep the adults from figuring out their parents weren't actually around and sticking together so they wouldn't have to be alone; he remembered the recurring conversations at one, two, three in the morning ("I just need to - to - to do something, to help, to answer the call, do something good, do something worth it-" "Don't worry about it. One day we'll sign our names on the dotted lined, one day we'll be out there helping people, doing the right thing, making them proud. I promise.") but he didn't say anything. He trusted Jay, but he couldn't say anything about considering going back with Evelyn in ear shot. So all he said was, "I'm still trying to figure out my options I guess."
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