❛ Are you okay? ❜ / for misty from post / 185391966420/ persephonememes-𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃-𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄-𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒
That phrase was like nails on a chalkboard. Are you okay? Everybody was always so wrapped up in their own bullshit to even care about the real answer. The only answer she could give is I’m okay. And, besides, that was the truth. Misty Knight was okay. Always. Period. She didn’t know how else to be.
Even when she was sitting outside Harlem’s Paradise in the pre-dawn hours, just watching the dark club. She knew she looked a little torn up after a night of fighting in alleys with Colleen. And she was still down an arm after Walker took a machete to it; getting repairs down was significantly harder when the asshole who was supposed to been greenlighting everything was virtually unreachable. So, yeah, she was sure she was a pathetic sight. The kind of person someone might ask Are you okay?
“Fine,” Misty answered, short and clipped. “Keep moving.”