cullen row

"I met gay Batman, and he's AWESOME!"

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the-hawkguy-hawkeye·:

Clint would be honest, he had kinda forgotten the whole curfew thing existed when he had taken Lucky out for a walk. This was fine right? He wasn’t supposed to keep his dog locked up all night, was he? What if Lucky needed to go to the bathroom?

He hoped any officers would accept that excuse.

Lucky tugged at the leash, leading him over to a table in the park, where a kid was asleep.

“Uh, kid?” Lucky nudged the boy’s hand a few times with his nose, looking to be pet.

Waking up to a dog wanting to be pet had to be the best way he’d been woken up in a long time. Cullen blinked a few times and slowly sat up, smiling automatically as he obligingly pet the dog. “Aw...” He was about to ask what his name was, but the gravity of the situation slowly sunk in and his eyes widened. “Wait... wait, what time is it?” He’d been cutting it so close, but part of him still hoped he had the five minutes it would take to get back to the clinic. 

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goldenelixxir·:

He hadn’t had it in him to even consider cleaning. For the first time probably since they’d relocated to District X, he’d locked the doors of the clinic. In the state he was in, he couldn’t have helped anyone with anything. So he’d slept. That was all he could do.

It went on until Cullen had time to comb over the entire place, and he might have gone on sleeping even beyond that if the sound of a toppling metal tray hadn’t woken him up.

He sat up, feeling like each of his limbs weighed a thousand pounds, and squinted until he figured out what was happening. “What time is it?” What day was it?

It was his fault. He’d left the door cracked and hadn’t seen the cat nose its way in. It belonged to one of the new mutants at the safe house. He was just as startled as Josh when the metal tray hit the floor. 

He jumped, then looked over at Josh apologetically. “A little after seven.” He picked up the cat, holding it gently under one arm, and after putting it out he made sure the door was securely shut.

Sighing, he went over to the side of the bed. “Sorry. I was trying not to wake you up. You never get any sleep.” He hoped it was a nice long sleep. Not just because Josh needed it - he didn’t want Josh to know he was anywhere but here the night before. 

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pbandparker·:

Peter might’ve been a little stressed out. Johnny was missing and not answering any texts or calls (he could only imagine what Sue must be feeling), so going out in the suit would be a bad call to make—except he had already made it. Nothing seemed to be able to take his mind off of his friend, and even though it was a stupid decision, but going out as Spider-Man was the best way to keep him sane. He was worried, so much so that it made him sick.

So much so, that he had a brief relapse when he realized that the sleeping figure was none other than,·“Cullen?” There was the relapse. So, Peter rested a gloved hand on his shoulder and urged him awake,·“What are you doing out here? It’s past curfew.”

When Cullen opened his eyes, he was so shocked at seeing _Spider-Man _standing there staring at him, talking to him as if he knew him, made him temporarily question his sanity. Or maybe he was still dreaming.·

“I, um... Sorry. I must have fallen asleep. Didn’t mean to. I just.. you.. how do you know me?” He knew who Spider-Man was. Everyone did. He hadn’t been lucky enough to ever meet him (or unlucky, considering their first introduction only happened because Cullen had gotten himself into trouble.·“You said my name.” Didn’t he? Maybe that had been a dream.

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therapisttothedevil·:

“Oh don’t worry,” she told him with a smile, “I have my own coping mechanisms.” When it all got to much she had a drink or several, a nice bath and a lot of awful food, it worked out pretty well for her. “Oh they are. To them it’s anyone who’s basically going against their goals that are a step away from committing genocide. Or hell, they probably are genocide.” They wouldn’t be happy until every mutant was captured or dead. “I’ve been seeing more and more powered clients lately and, well I suppose they can’t stand the thought of them having someone to talk to with emotional needs… bastards.” she added viciously.

Cullen didn’t even try to explain anything NOVA did with logic. It seemed impossible. He couldn’t understand a government acting this way simply because they felt threatened. Sure, it reflected human history, but growing up, he’d always believed that they were moving forward. The fact that this could happen in the present terrified him. “You should stay here,” he said, unaware that Josh had already offered it. “You would be safe. And everyone here needs people to talk to. Most of them don’t have anyone.”

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unwantedscn·:

His job had him out past curfew often, very very often. But he already knew how to move around without law enforcement noticing and if they did a few bucks and a promise he wasn’t a mutant was usually enough to get them off his back. It was one of those nights where the job called but as he headed for where he kept his gear he noticed some guy asleep, he internally argued for a moment whether or not he should even bother waking the guy up but then found himself walking over.

He jabbed the guy in between the shoulder blades, “Hey, dude, you might wanna wake up.”

The second he was touched, Cullen’s eyes shot open and he sat up, looking up at the unfamiliar man with shocked confusion. It took him a moment to realize that it was dark. “Oh, no. What time is it?” He murmured as he tugged up his sleeve to look at the watch on his wrist. When he saw it was almost twenty minutes past curfew he grimaced. “I’m... sorry. I’m leaving. I’m going home. I just lost track of time.” He didn’t know if this guy was an agent or not. He wasn’t wearing a uniform, but that didn’t make it a sure thing.

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@goldenelixxir

It just so happened that both times something major had happened, only one of them had been at the clinic to handle the insanity that followed. When Cullen left he hadn’t intended to be gone for long, he even left his phone, but the second he left Wayne Manor the city came alive. The hatred that came from complete strangers had been demoralizing, strange, and confusing, and at some point Cullen had taken refuge in a bookstore. He waited there for hours, until he couldn’t hear anything anymore.

When he finally dared to venture aside the streets were mostly abandoned. Those remaining looked shell-shocked, as if they’d just woke up from a nightmare. He practically ran to the clinic. He didn’t realize just how worried he’d been until he found Josh sleeping upstairs. Everything was quiet. 

Instead of waking him up, he closed the door so he wouldn’t disturb him while he cleaned things up. He had no idea what had happened in his absence, but it looked like it’d been hit by a tornado.

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Cullen was tired. Not having power for so many days combined with the vitriol everyone had been throwing at each other had left him mentally drained. He’d gone out just a few minutes after five for groceries, noticed an advertisement in the window of of his favorite cafe boasting of a new hot sandwich, and made a detour. He had plenty of time to sit and eat at a table in a small nearby park.

What he hadn’t anticipated was falling asleep, head resting in his arms, and sleeping right through curfew.

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Low-key, no pressure, just hang with me and my weather 

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goldenelixxir·:

“Not really. This is just doing the decent thing.” Both for himself and everyone who benefited from it. The clinic saved him as much as it did anyone, and that didn’t feel particularly heroic.

He shrugged and stood up, stretching his arms high above his head. “No. There isn’t anything physical that can touch me for long.” Not even death. He didn’t know how much further his body could go in rebooting itself and he didn’t want to find out. He knew enough.

Cullen considered that, but then he shook his head slowly. “It seems like the decent thing would be to turn your head the other way unless you’re bothered, not stick out your neck.” The clinic put Josh in a certain amount of danger. He was technically an activist. He wasn’t using his powers only when he had to - he was offering them, to anyone who might need help, when he didn’t actually have to. 

Laughing softly, he folded up a few napkins that didn’t really need folding. It felt as if he would end this rare moment, a moment they could actually connect as human beings, if he packed the food away. He was trying to delay that as long as possible. “Lucky. Colds are the worst.”

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therapisttothedevil·:

Linda sniffed and after a moment walked over to the bench, taking a seat and rubbing her fingers over her eyes for a few moments. “To be perfectly honest, no. I’m a therapist we’re the worst people when it comes to talking about what we feel.” she said with a small laugh. “Long story short, NOVA have marked me as a terrorist and I’m stupidly letting it upset me. They’re a group built on manipulation and fear so this reaction is stupid.” she sniffed again, “But I still hate they’ve said that and some people believe it!”

Cullen slowly set the clipboard aside as he took a seat on the bench next to Linda. He smiled slightly when she said she was a therapist and shrugged. “That doesn’t mean you don’t need to.” He could only imagine being a therapist might make someone even more desperate to eventually talk about their own feelings after being bombarded by everyone else’s. He was shocked at the actual news, his brow furrowing. “They seem to be a group who would use that term loosely. And like you said, they want to get your attention. Do you know why?”

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therapisttothedevil·:

Linda shared her office space with Josh and had hoped to sneak into her area without being seen yet Cullen just had to look up and see her clearly red-rimmed eyes, fresh from crying and want to help. “N-no, it’s fine, I’m fine.” she assured him, clearing her throat a tad to forcefully and pacing back and forth in the small space. “I’ve received some rather distressing news a short while ago and the gravity of it has decided to hit me now…”

The woman had clearly had some sort of shock. Cullen quickly set his laptop aside and went to her, offering his hand so she could sit down instead of pace like she was doing. “Here, you should sit down. Do you want to talk about it?” He’d never been much help with the more serious injuries, but this felt like a situation he wouldn’t be totally helpless in. At some point he’d considered being a therapist, but his education had taken a different turn and he’d abandoned the idea somewhere along the way.

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goldenelixxir·:

“I’ll pass. I did the superhero thing and it’s not for me.” He didn’t even want to call it that, even though technically it was true. The X-Men had done as much for the world as the Avengers or anyone else had - good and bad. He’d had a codename and everything.

Josh twisted the cap off a bottle of water and took a drink, smirking as he sat it back down. “Yeah, well, I can’t cleanse the air of every germ that passes through here.” Actually he might have been able to, if he’d really wanted to exhaust himself for absolutely no reason whatsoever, but he didn’t plan on figuring it out. “And I can’t catch colds anymore.”

“You don’t think this is the superhero thing?” Cullen gestured to the clinic with an empty to go container, then shook his head and quietly closed the flaps even though it was empty. One thing he’d learned in Gotham was that people had different ideas of what a superhero was. Some heroes clearly underestimated the impact they had. 

Even though he’d seen Josh use his powers numerous times, he realized that he might not know his actual capabilities or how that might extend to his own health. “Can you get sick at all?” He asked curiously, wondering if his immune system was self-healing and never needed any additional attention. 

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He was so used to saying “Josh isn’t here” that he didn’t even bother looking up before the catchphrase was almost out of his mouth. However, the second he locked eyes with the person in the doorway, his mouth snapped shut. This didn’t seem like something that could wait. Even if he could only do what little he could before Josh got back to the clinic, he didn’t hesitate to ask, “What’s wrong? Here, come sit down.”