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jaggedjacksonhyde:
Jackson smiled. “Yeah, I don’t mind assisting you. What do you need me to do?”
“Uh, just help me get to somewhere I can sit. I can see mostly out the other eye but everything’s just a little off.” He held his arms out to balance himself becoming a little wobbly.
winter-soldier-asset-bucky:
“Only for a little bit,” he replied with a small shrug. “Something looked wrong so I wondered what was going on. Is that new?” he nodded toward the eye.
“The eye?” He pointed at it, a little twitch coming across his face. “Y-yeah. It’s pretty new. Pretty right?”
Perhaps he should’ve been gone longer considering the conference was still going on and his time away was obviously important, however something drew him back. Whatever money he had on him was used to change his plane ticket and he came back home a few days early without letting anyone know. He took the train back to Manhattan and then walked all the way back to Avenger towers where he dropped off his baggage. He moved outside once more before he took a walk down the streets of Manhattan just to get lost in the crowds of people.
Thor had recently become accustomed to the bustling city life since making his stay in the towers. Along with becoming accustomed to the life was the food, and Thor did enjoy feasting upon the late night favorites of New York. His new favorite were simple –– glazed doughnuts –– and returning to the tower with a rather large box of them; he noticed the other leaving. “Hey, you look familiar. Do you live here too?” Thor was quite oblivious to knowing people or where they come from.
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After long day of lounging and pretty much doing well ––– nothing. Thor was in need of a change of setting and something refreshing; soon finding himself at the local bar. Thor had become accustomed to Midgardian ale and lager. Planting himself down in the booth hidden and tucked away in the back –– hopefully to stay unrecognizable –– he ordered his go-to ale and sat back with just himself.
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“Hey! Fancy meeting you here.” Peter greeted the other while hanging upside down from a streetlight. “What brings you to Queens?”
He looked at the other raising a brow. “Where did you . . .” Looking up at the web holding the other. “I was just . . . on a walk from my place. How are you doing that?”
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Jackson stared at the glitching eye. “Are you okay? I may not be too good with stuff like that but I can help you not bump into anything.”
“I think I’ll be okay . . .” Rubbing his eye, he grunted. Hoping it would finally fix itself. “I mean, if you’d like to assist me I would greatly appreciate it.”
winter-soldier-asset-bucky:
“Are you okay?” he asked, looking between where the other had been hit and the eye itself. “Can I help?”
The newer eye looked around on its own a bit before it fit itself back to normal. “Ah. There we go.” Looking at the other with his fixed eyes, he gave a smile. “Sorry, were you standing there?”
“This eye is a little . . . messed up.” Hits the side of his head a bit, the prosthetic eye glitching and twitching a bit.
“Oh no. It went dark.”