Mirma the Marksmouse

"Ian feels the bitterness disappear from his throat along with the choking, sharp lump, spilling from his throat to his cheeks in wet drops. Two days. He didn't sleep for two days trying to save him. Two days without sleep, on nerves and adrenaline, surrounded by wounded Hydra soldiers, moaning, bleeding people, terrified medical staff and overwhelming, all-consuming fear. So which one of them is crazy? Ian turns to him cautiously, tucking a lock of hair behind his ear and stroking his hot forehead with burned fingers.

Really, what was he thinking?

"I wasn't thinking. When I found out that the Hive was on fire, I snapped without thinking at all, because..." Hives takes a deep breath, winces, feeling the pain under the tight bandages, exhales."

- Fire and fear.