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@alterxgos
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alterxgos:
“I just got home. What, you want the first thing I say when I get back to be hi Frankie, how was your day? Oh, by the way, I got stabbed, can you stick me back together? Nah. I need to get out of my clothes and shower first.” Frank gave his son a dark look as he was ordered around, but dropped himself into the nearest seat nevertheless. “Less of the old, brat. I’m still your father.”
“Yes!! That is exactly what I want you to say when you walk in the door after being stabbed!” He said in a raised tone with an exasperated laugh. “Everything else comes after you have been patched up, Jesus H Christ, Dad!” Pulling on gloves, he tugged his father’s shirt up and began to gently get the duct tape off of his skin with some rubbing alcohol in an attempt not to further disturb the wound. “Yeah well - start telling me these things the moment you walk in the door and I’ll stop being a brat - old man.”
Frankie huffed and got to work cleaning and stitching up the wound, bandaging it properly and using some steri-strips to add extra support before the gauze went over it. As his father clearly planned to take a shower, Frankie took an extra step and put a large patch of tegaderm over the entire wound so the water wouldn’t get in.
Once he was done, he slingshot his gloves into the biohazard trash can he kept for these circumstances and shook his head, giving the man a gentle hug. “Now you can shower.”
"Do not Jesus H. Christ me." Frank snapped out, though there was no fight left in him at this moment in time - there was no point. He was already sitting, and there was really nothing more he could do than sit and subject himself to being patched up by his son. "If I shower, the wound'll get clean." Or cleaner, at least. That had to count for something. "Stop being a brat anyway." He told the top of his son's head, fondly exasperated by the whole palaver.
There was nothing more to be done than to just sit there and be cleaned up, stuck back together again by one of the people Frank had hoped never to involve in his shit. Still, it was better than being left to suffer through everything alone again - stitching himself up had been a necessity, but it had been hard.
He returned the hug, despite his earlier irritation, and gingerly stood. "Thank you. After I shower, I'll see about getting us something to eat, yeah?"
alterxgos:
“My entire life is one new wound.” Frank answered, sounding almost impatient ( though that was mostly brought about by pain ). “What, Frankie? What are you going to do if I’ve patched myself up the way I know best?”
“If you are forced to do that in the field, you come to me, your PARAMEDIC son immediately so I can properly patch you up. You know that, Dad.” He huffed, grabbing his kit and gesturing for his father to sit down. “Sit the fuck down so I can take a look” His expression was one that his mother would have worn - it meant he was prepared for a fight he’d probably win. “Now, Old Man.”
"I just got home. What, you want the first thing I say when I get back to be hi Frankie, how was your day? Oh, by the way, I got stabbed, can you stick me back together? Nah. I need to get out of my clothes and shower first." Frank gave his son a dark look as he was ordered around, but dropped himself into the nearest seat nevertheless. "Less of the old, brat. I'm still your father."
[ @alterxgos ]
“You have a new wound.” Frankie could tell by the way his father was favoring his side. “I swear to god, Dad, if I yank up the side of your shirt and see duct tape…”
"My entire life is one new wound." Frank answered, sounding almost impatient ( though that was mostly brought about by pain ). "What, Frankie? What are you going to do if I've patched myself up the way I know best?"
Some Questions Sentence Starters
“Where are you going?”
“What are you doing?”
“Where is __?”
“And where, do you think, are you are going?”
“Who do you think you are?!”
“Who are you?”
“Who is that?”
“Who did this?”
“Where are my __?”
“How on earth did you manage to hurt yourself?”
“How did this happen?”
“How could you?!”
“What the fuck?”
“There’s nothing between us, is there?”
“How can I fix this?”
“Do you need a hug?”
“Is sorry not enough?”
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
“It’s over, isn’t it?”
“How can someone of your size bleed this much?”
“It hurts, doesn’t it?”
“Is it supposed to hurt?”
“How can you go off without me like this?”
“You’re not happy, are you?”
“Why won’t you listen to me?”
“How can we stop this?”
“Can you just shut up?!”
“Why are you bleeding?!”
“Do you think you can help me?”
“Can you smile for me?”
“Why are you so sad?”
“Are you okay?!’
“What are you?”
?+ Add your own!
@lionxboy from here -
“Of course it is.”
Percy glanced down at his little brother with a smile, smoothing an imaginary wrinkle from the new formal robes he’d saved up for so long to buy for himself. They were just about the smartest thing he’d ever owned, and they were his - not hand-me-downs from Bill and Charlie, but his. It was an intoxicating feeling, and one that Percy was determined to repeat when he was old enough to leave school.
“Your clothes need to fit properly, for a start.”
ayoungeststark:
@alterxgos asked: ❝ I broke the crayon. ❞
He left the comic he was reading aside for a moment to give his sister full attention. “Luckly for you– that’s not a big deal. Crayons are meant to be broken, Morgan. It happens.” He took the piece of crayon in his hand to analyze the damage. “But you can still try to use it. Or, if you want, we can get a new box.”
“It’s the third one, though, and I need it!” She’s only halfway through colouring a gigantic picture of the Avengers fighting a bunch of aliens disguised as hot dogs, and a broken red crayon is nothing short of a disaster. “It’s too small to hold onto now.” The picture will jsut have to wait until she can find more. “Mom said no more new boxes, Logan. Not after last week.”
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ayoungeststark:
@alterxgos cont.
He’s still a little annoyed by all that situation but he can’t help but smile at her question.“ Sorry– not yet.” He sits next to Morgan, looking at her. “ Maybe one day. And i bet you’ll be the best aunt ever.”
“Oh...” She’s genuinely disappointed in the lack of a baby, and beginning to realise that her excitement had been a bit premature. “I’m sorry I told everybody.” She leans against her brother, expression serious.
ayoungeststark:
“You’re a superhero !! I’m pretty sure you can totally save yourself without my help.” He let out a laugh as he walked around the house, hoping she was following him. He glanced back once before continuing. “But of course I’ll save you. That’s what older brothers do. I would never let anything happen to you. ”He says sincerely and he’s not talking just about the dishwasher. “And I say more. As soon as we finish here, and I hope we finish quickly, we can do something together. Anything you want. ”
“I’m better than a superhero - I’m Iron Man!” And she definitely can save herself from a great many things. Morgan followed her brother through the house as expected, trotting along behind him happily enough. “You’re the best.” It’s so simple and clear in her mind; her big brother is the best big brother, and there’s way she’ll ever be swayed from that - there’s no competition. “Anything?” That is a tempting reason to help Logan clean things up, and emptying the dishwasher isn’t really such a high price to pay for that.
pepperpxtts:
&&. OPEN
“I am fine.”
“You look like your head’s gonna explode.”
tiredqueertm:
He exhaled a soft sigh, a sad smile forming. “I will.” They’d acclimated him to death so much, but he’d never been acclimated in the same way to death of people he knew and loved.
“I was sixteen, I panicked. I’d never been trained to handle a situation like that with people who I genuinely cared about. It’s probably the only time I’ve reacted normally to a stressful situation.” Shane let out a watery, almost bitter laugh, looking up at his father. “And the one time I genuinely needed to react calmly and take in what information I could.”
It had been a long shot from the very beginning, but Alexi was far too stubborn to give up on the matter so easily - especially not when it involved his son. Shane’s happiness was on the line, after all.
“Of course,” Alexi inclined his head, “It’s only natural.” Normal. He didn’t like that word - not when it was applied to such a situation with a teen ( nothing was ever normal with teens ). “It would have been helpful, maybe, if you had - but it isn’t the end of the world. There’s still time to find evidence, and perhaps even witnesses.”
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Tony and Morgan in Avengers: Endgame deleted scene!
NocheMax
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ayoungeststark:
He narrowed his eyes, trying to figure out from whom she had pulled this kind of behavior. For a moment, he even wants to smile, but he doesn’t want her to realize that she’s in control of that situation. He leans against the table, staring at her as he thinks of her words. “But I play with you !!” Not as much as they used to, he knew and even felt bad about it. And maybe that thought made him roll his eyes. “Okay, fine. I promise I’ll play with you later and you can choose whatever you want. But– just this once. Next time, i’ll get to be Iron Man and no discussion. ”
“Not as much as you used to!” Morgan counters, determined not to be brushed aside as just another annoying child, “You’re always too busy with other things.” She doesn’t mind most of the time - she knows that Logan’s things are important and that he has friends, but she’s left to her own devices so often these days because everybody has other things to do. “Nuh-uh. I always get to be Iron Man, because I got Daddy’s helmet and stuff!” That’s a deal-breaker right there. “---Why do you need me to climb up in there, anyway? What’s so important?”
