tfln.

[sockies]

you know what to do.

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4.

[sinistral]

Not panicking, but you must be pretty damn desperate if you're asking me.

[multiversals]

You have steady hands, that's all I need.

[sinistral]

Oh, well in that case sure. What's it this time?

[multiversals]

Shoulder. Enchanted blade. I have some medical supplies I use for magical injuries.

[sinistral]

Sounds like fun. How deep?

[multiversals]

Not deep. A little over an inch from what I can tell, about four inches long, shallower near the bottom. More of a gash than a stab. It was a pain spell, though, and it's VERY distracting.

[sinistral]

Stitches and alcohol, then?

[multiversals]

Only if you bring the good stuff. I'm not a cheap date.

[sinistral]

Vodka or scotch?

[multiversals]

I think the right answer in this case is vodka, definitely vodka.

[sinistral]

You're on. Be there soon.

[multiversals]

And this is why you're my favorite.

[sinistral]

I'm saving this text as proof you know. Proof against what I'm not sure yet, but proof.

[multiversals]

Hey, Rogers already knows I like you better, at least. You're the one with a sense of humor.

[sinistral]

Yeah, well. I love him like a brother but one of us had to get all the good qualities.

[multiversals]

He's got some nice ones, but all-American apple pie was never my type.

[sinistral]

Is this where I ask what your type is? Or are we waiting until you're tipsy to start flirting?

[multiversals]

Well, vibranium arms and crooked smiles are a good start to defining my type.

[sinistral]

And steady hands bearing vodka?

[multiversals]

Especially those right now.

[sinistral]

Be there as soon as I can make it through midtown.

[multiversals]

Alright. Just let yourself in; the wards are keyed to accept you. I'll be upstairs in the workshop.

[sinistral]

Appreciate it. Not that I wouldn't enjoy attempting to break in, but I really don't want to cause an incident.

[multiversals]

That's if the wards didn't actually fry you first. Please don't try to break into Sanctums, Barnes.

[sinistral]

Spoilsport.

[But hey what do you know, someone's showing up an appropriate amount of time later (what is New York traffic anyway), bottle of a very nice vodka in hand and following the direction of "upstairs."]

Anyone home?