bakerstreet | Forced Telepathic Bond Meme: I'm With Stupid

Forced Telepathic Bond Meme: I'm With Stupid

Telepathy. The ability to hear the thoughts of others and pry into other minds. Suddenly, you have it. Or maybe you always had it.

And now you're connected, for better or worse, to another person, for who knows how long. You can feel their thoughts and, more alarmingly, they can hear yours. You share dreams, you can feel them there constantly, you their joy and their grief.

INSTRUCTIONS;

1.] Post with your character name, canon, and any preferences you may have.

2.] Try not to leave just a blank comment. Maybe write a little scenario about what your character is thinking or feeling, something their partner can pick up.

3.] Whoever tags you now shares a telepathic bond with your character.

4.] When tagging, you may roll 1-5 Extent and for How on the RNG if needed.

EXTENT OF TELEPATHY;

1. Sudden Onset Limited. It's a bond limited to exclusively you and your partner.

2. Sudden Onset Unlimited. You and/or your partner can hear the thoughts of others, but it's largely uncontrollable. And you retain a special bond with your partner that you can't block off.

3.] Experienced Limited. You've had your bond for a little while now, and have some experience with controlling it. Limited between you and partner.

4.] Experienced Unlimited w/o Partner. You've had telepathy for a while, but having a bond with your partner is new and confusing.

5.] Experienced Unlimited Partners You and your partner are pretty used to this, and either you, or both of you, can use telepathy on other people.

HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?

1. Genetic. Baby, you were born this way. Maybe you didn't know it because it was a recessive trait and only appeared at a certain age. Maybe it's a mutation. Your partner shares this genetic trait and, by proximity, you've been bonded.

2. Government. Generic "The government is responsible!" Either you consented or you did not, but you've been partnered by an act of your government... or someone else's.

3. Experiment. You started trying to just bend spoons and... whoops! It was an experiment. Either you planned it or an enemy/evil scientist is responsible!

4. Through Strife/Friendship. You got really close, whether by sharing a hardship/trauma or just being together and getting on.

5. Really Intense Sex. Smut option. Guess it was so mind-blowing that you literally connected minds.

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meme by

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They're just doing their job, right? Like normal people just with shady morals. Or maybe no other choice.

[She can't say what's more insulting. That he doubted her or that he's acting like it's not a big deal. People DIED, Clint. They're not coming back from that.]

Lots of people take jobs just to pay rent. Even smart science-y types.

[He meets her eyes for a moment and then gives a small nod.] Yeah.

[Because how can he really argue with that? She's right. Even if the morals were shady, they were still people. Mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters. But they were also people who were okay with keeping the three of them locked up. He might have felt a little worse if one of them had lifted a finger to help them. Still, he's going to let Darcy be the decent person she is, even if he can't really be that version of himself.]

So what's the prognosis? You look like you're gonna live.

Hard to say. [Darcy shifts against her pillows and stabs the remaining noodle in her bowl and pops it into her mouth. Damn right she has morals. The moral high ground is where it is at.]

I let a little cleave show earlier and the nurse dropped my poor defenseless juice box. I might only have hours left to live.

[Clint bit back a smile and nodded gravely.]

That's a bad sign if I ever heard one.

[He turned towards her a little more.] So what are you going to do with your last few hours?

Quality time with the boob tube and my favorite archer boy. Duh. [She scoots over and pats the bed.] How'd you escape Nurse Ratched? I can't even get up to pee without ten nurses descending on me.

Archer boy? [He raises his eyebrows, but he sits as instructed, looking amused.]

Decoy.

[He looks her over a little more closely from this vantage point. If the nurses are being that attentive there must be a good reason for it.]

How are the ribs?

Bro. Whatever. Sit. I'm not a field agent. They are afraid i'll sue them through the nose if i get a hangnail.

[Damn. Course he'd have a decoy and he'd have known what was wrong.]

They're there. It's not my fault the Hulk sort of fell on me. Dude topples easy when being blown back.

...Bruce is going to avoid me forever isn't he? Do you think he likes cake? I will totally bribe him with my grandma's super awesome spice cake. No one can resist cake.

Can't sue 'em. Not unless you got out of signing the waiver they give to new hires.

[He pressed his lips together in sympathy. He was no stranger to cracked ribs. They hurt like hell.

Avoid doesn't even cover it. Banner's going to beat himself up about this for months. Might even disappear for a little while.

[He shrugged, forcing a neutral expression. He wasn't about to break that to Darcy. It'd just make her feel bad.]

Probably. But everyone likes cake. It's worth a shot.

Shit. Really? [Holy Fucking Crap. Not good. It wasn't even his fault. It was science nerds and SCIENCE IS PROGRESS people who are at fault.

And probably General Ross. But he could take something long and sharp and shove it up his ass.]

He can't run away. Who else can toss bad robot guys into walls like him?

I'll make YOU a cake if you get him to stick around long enough to get me to talk to him.

[Clint's eyes snap over to Darcy.]

Who said anything about him running away?

[Though maybe it just occurred to her that Bruce isn't about to let this one slide.]

You want me to start bossing the Hulk around?

Uh. You did. Just now.

[H'Okay. Clint's gone cray-cray. Is there a hotline for that. A Call-Button to summon Natasha? A Bones to come stab him in the neck with a hypospray? Something?]

I want you to start bossing around Bruce. He's less likely to smash you. There is a fine and subtle difference.

No I didn't.

[Not out loud.] Does she really think Bruce is about to listen to the guy who got him into that mess in the first place?

What makes you think he'd listen to me?

Dude, don't even start. You didn't drag him with us. Guilt isn't pretty. It'll give you lines right between the eyes.

[His eyes narrow as he looks at her.] I didn't say that.

[He gets to his feet, moving in front of her and reading her expression carefully.]

Something's going on here. How'd she know what I was thinking? Maybe the gamma bomb did more than the white coats think.

OH SHIT. Craptacular shit! Not good. I so didn't sign up for freaky mutant brain powers. This was not on any of the forms I signed.

[Darcy recoils from Clint's really gorgeous face, pressing back into the pillows, eyes wide in shock.]

Why didn't it just turn us into giant rage monsters like Bruce? I would have made an awesome rage monster. I could totally have rocked that level of anger.

[Despite the seriousness and the shock of suddenly finding that Darcy Lewis of all people could read his mind and he could read hers he can't help but smile a little at her inner monologue.]

I didn't sign that form either.

[He shrugged.]

Who knew how these things worked? We're just lucky to be alive.

Is it just us? [She bites her lower lip and glances over his shoulder at the open door.] Do we hear anyone else? Because I saw What Women Want and fuck no am I listening to every passing thought everyone has ever, ever had.

[He raised his eyebrows in surprise and then let out a small laugh before trying to bite back the smile.]

I missed that one. Was it good?

[He moved towards the door and stuck his head out.] Nurse. [He gestured towards the room.] There's something wrong with her dressing.

[A nurse appeared a second later and moved towards Darcy. Clint looked pointedly at her and then back at Darcy.]

Picking up on anything?

Unless you get off on sexism and Melt Gibson wearing pantyhose...

[The nurse is all proficiency and cool beside manner but other than sending out irritated vibes.]

Silent as the grave.

Neither of those have really done it for me.

[He nods at the nurse when she looks up at him, but says nothing.]

Nothin'. Guess this is just our party then. Am I the only one thinking this calls for a truce? Obviously there are going to be things we're thinking that we're probably not going to want to share.

[Hysterical laughter nearly took over her. Uther yeah. Yeah there was. Like how often she stares at Steve's perfect apple bottom, or contemplates the Hulk's dong. Or how the last conscious thought she had before everything exploded wasn't only oh shit I'm dead but how nice Clint's arms felt around her. Yeah. Things like that.

She cringed.]

You could hear all that couldn't you?.

Yep.

[He grinned at her, giving her a look that said maybe he had underestimated her. Or in this case her mind.]

So let's lay down some ground rules. No comment. No judgement. Until we figure out how to fix this.]

[Because it was just a matter of time before Darcy picked up on the complicated and very secret relationship he had with Tasha, or the way he liked to aggravate Hill just to see that little furrow in her brow. Or the fact that he was fairly sure the only reason Bruce had joined them on the way to the beach was because he had caught Clint watching Darcy the day before as she'd sat on the couch, bobbing along to her iPod.

His eyes flickered up to hers.]

So, truce?

Truce.

[Now if only there was a hole she can slink into and DIE. Things Clint does not near to hear. One. She contemplates Avenger cock. Two. She thinks Clint's arms are boss.

Yeah. This could be a long few hours until someone straightens them out.]

[Clint clears his throat and grins at her. He raises an eyebrow at her as the nurse they've called in finishes up checking the wrapping around Darcy's ribs.]

If it's any consolation, you've got a boss rack. Not that I think about it. Or that I'm thinking about it now.

You're full of shit, Barton. I can see you.

[And if she adjusts herself against the pillow a little, pushing out the girls some more, who's going to judge? Her momma would be very proud.]

Think you can spring a girl from hospital hell?

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