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bakerstreet2016-05-27 06:38 pm
lumeria) wrote in bakerstreet2016-05-27 06:38 pm
Nursed Back to Health
shipping meme 
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Don't give me that look.
[ She walked back over to the couch with a pair of crystal glasses, each half-filled with scotch. It wasn't her favorite (drinking in general and losing control of her senses, quite frankly, wasn't her favorite) but regardless of what doctors may have advised, Natasha found pain medication to work much better when combined with a little alcohol. The glass was handed over and she flopped down on the end of the couch opposite of him. He was still pretty banged up, and if his glare was any indication, not entirely pleased with her after the whole 'I said I'd help you find him, not catch him' debacle. But Natasha had never been a wilting flower, and the conscience she'd grown over the last few years wouldn't allow her to ignore the fact that with Pepper gone, Tony would be lousy at 'taking it easy' or 'not overdoing' it. ]
[ She walked back over to the couch with a pair of crystal glasses, each half-filled with scotch. It wasn't her favorite (drinking in general and losing control of her senses, quite frankly, wasn't her favorite) but regardless of what doctors may have advised, Natasha found pain medication to work much better when combined with a little alcohol. The glass was handed over and she flopped down on the end of the couch opposite of him. He was still pretty banged up, and if his glare was any indication, not entirely pleased with her after the whole 'I said I'd help you find him, not catch him' debacle. But Natasha had never been a wilting flower, and the conscience she'd grown over the last few years wouldn't allow her to ignore the fact that with Pepper gone, Tony would be lousy at 'taking it easy' or 'not overdoing' it. ]
Edited 2016-05-29 06:26 (UTC)
[Ashley doesn't have much in the way of adult life skills, but what he does have is a surprisingly extensive knowledge of medical procedures (although much of it may be decades or over a century old because that's the library he has access to) and a ruined mansion far from prying eyes.]
[ probably the one who nurses, but i'd love to play hurt sam! both gen and shipping are sweet. ]
[Guess who is epically hungover. But she told the best embarrassing WWII stories about Steve and Bucky (and also Spitfire and Namor and Phantom Lady and Spy Smasher because if we're going crossover trash let's go all the way).
So now she's on Sam's couch with a giant glass of water and waiting for the aspirin to kick in.]
So now she's on Sam's couch with a giant glass of water and waiting for the aspirin to kick in.]
MAN, i love it! worried steve!! sorry for the delay on my end though; i've been having wifi troubles
jetcoaster
- 2016-05-31 12:57 (UTC) - Expandno worries! i kinda died myself because of work this week
antihydra
- 2016-06-04 01:42 (UTC) - Expandit's great! sorry for the delay though, wi-fi issues at home
jetcoaster
- 2016-05-31 12:33 (UTC) - Expand(Can go either way depending on canon points, ignores everything after "Knock,Knock" but am current on canon, M/F)
[ could be either! would like her to be the one hurt though ]
( can do either or; uncharted 4 spoilers okay )
[Nursing someone back to health. Maybe stumbled on them in the forest?]
[ ooc: would you mind snow here? no worries if you're not interested. ]
[Probably the one doing the nursing, but willing to explore other scenarios. Cross-canon loved.]
[Gonna be the one in need of nursing, especially if you run into him post-canon.]
[Matt wasn't prepared to deal with this.
Frank had walked like a zombie through his building toward his apartment, and more or less collapsed at the door. He'd heard his unsteady footsteps and heartbeat, picked up on the heavy scent of blood long before the man appeared, but... somehow he hadn't really believed this would happen.
Now he had a man, who would probably be one of the most hunted in the country if everyone didn't think he was dead, lying on his couch, bleeding from several wounds.
Usually Matt had someone else help patch him up. This time that wasn't an option, not with Frank. He'd have to work this out himself.]
What happened?
[He could take a few guesses, but it'd be better to have the actual story from the man himself. While he asked, Matt went about gathering together his first-aid supplies, prepared to do his best to properly clean and stitch up those wounds. He could do this, he just... hadn't in awhile, not to such an extent.]
Frank had walked like a zombie through his building toward his apartment, and more or less collapsed at the door. He'd heard his unsteady footsteps and heartbeat, picked up on the heavy scent of blood long before the man appeared, but... somehow he hadn't really believed this would happen.
Now he had a man, who would probably be one of the most hunted in the country if everyone didn't think he was dead, lying on his couch, bleeding from several wounds.
Usually Matt had someone else help patch him up. This time that wasn't an option, not with Frank. He'd have to work this out himself.]
What happened?
[He could take a few guesses, but it'd be better to have the actual story from the man himself. While he asked, Matt went about gathering together his first-aid supplies, prepared to do his best to properly clean and stitch up those wounds. He could do this, he just... hadn't in awhile, not to such an extent.]
i only have the one icon of smaller chuuya bear with me ok
doublesmall
2016-05-29 06:48 am (UTC)(link)
[he doesn't really know what he's doing, the first time it happens.
all he knows is that the situation looks bad, that he thinks even dazai might not be able to plan their way out of it, that there are too many others and only two of them, only so much he can do when his ability requires making contact. but the words come to mind when he desperately tries to think of what to do, he says them because god knows he doesn't have any other ideas-- and he's always sort of been able to feel that there might be something else there, but chuuya doesn't know what will happen. he only feels the flush of sudden power and sees the inky black marks begin to stain his hands before his vision goes black, too.
but then he opens his eyes and it's too bright, not at all like what he last remembers. he has to close them again before he can really tell where he is. an unhappy little sound slips out there because the light hurts a little, and he starts to realize that everything does, that his limbs feel oddly heavy and he aches in a way he can't really pinpoint. (it'll get better, he'll recover faster when he's done it more, but for now-- well, it sucks. he's been out for the better part of a day.)
he keeps his eyes open the second time, everything slowly coming into focus-- he doesn't recognize the place, but he recognizes the person there. realizes that whatever happened, dazai must have gotten him here somehow.]
...get your feet off the bed.
[look how appreciative he is. at least he doesn't have the energy to actually shove at dazai's legs.]
all he knows is that the situation looks bad, that he thinks even dazai might not be able to plan their way out of it, that there are too many others and only two of them, only so much he can do when his ability requires making contact. but the words come to mind when he desperately tries to think of what to do, he says them because god knows he doesn't have any other ideas-- and he's always sort of been able to feel that there might be something else there, but chuuya doesn't know what will happen. he only feels the flush of sudden power and sees the inky black marks begin to stain his hands before his vision goes black, too.
but then he opens his eyes and it's too bright, not at all like what he last remembers. he has to close them again before he can really tell where he is. an unhappy little sound slips out there because the light hurts a little, and he starts to realize that everything does, that his limbs feel oddly heavy and he aches in a way he can't really pinpoint. (it'll get better, he'll recover faster when he's done it more, but for now-- well, it sucks. he's been out for the better part of a day.)
he keeps his eyes open the second time, everything slowly coming into focus-- he doesn't recognize the place, but he recognizes the person there. realizes that whatever happened, dazai must have gotten him here somehow.]
...get your feet off the bed.
[look how appreciative he is. at least he doesn't have the energy to actually shove at dazai's legs.]
i have like none so im just going to pretend, dont look at me.
diezai
- 2016-05-29 07:19 (UTC) - Expand
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