Slubberdegullion Noun.
A villain A fiend
~A worthless person~
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"You should wear less black."
"You should breathe less air."
"Does that mean you're going to kill me, or kiss me?"
"Kiss."
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Just as I was about to make my way to Maria, she yelled out. I have just enough time to shield my head as a robot crashes in through the Helicarrier window.
The bot had lost its bottom half in the initial crash and was now crawling towards Maria. Maria had her gun out and was firing at the robot, each bullet ricocheting.
I quickly make my way over to Maria, and as I do I feel a sharp pain in my side. Disregarding my personal pain, I keep stepping closer.
Fury stabs the robot with a scrap of metal just as I reach Maria. I hadn't been concerned even slightly about the robot thing. I only cared about getting to Maria.
I don't say anything to her, I look her over for injuries quickly and then nod.
"I'm fine." She says, still staring at the non-moving robot.
I nod again. I look down as I feel her hand on my side. Then her other is on my other side.
"But you're not." She says as she pulls her hand away, blood over her fingers.
I look down and feel the wound. It's fine, I'll fix myself up later. But it's obvious Maria has other plans. She grabs my arm and pulls me with her down a hall.
Fury gives us a look as we pass him, but Maria doesn't pay attention. She keeps pulling me by the arm until she finds a bathroom. She basically shoves me in and immediately grabs the first aid.
"Sit." She points to the counter.
I don't move, staying where I am with a sigh.
She turns to fully face me. "We're doing this again?" She asks, holding scissors.
I shake my head and step forward, resting my hands on her waist. I shake my head again. I can't have her patch me up here. There are too many people. Too many variables.
"I know you don't like it. But I trust everyone on this carrier. And so does Fury. The doors closed and locked. No one will walk in, and no one will hear you if you talk. I promise." She tells me, as she reaches up with both her hands. She pulls off my mask and places it on the counter. "Now sit your stubborn ass down."
"Yes, ma'am." I give in.
I sit on the counter and watch her get her tools ready, like a surgeon. She glances at me, then back to her stuff. Then again.
"Take off your shirt." She says, glancing once more at me.
I know that I actually don't need to take it off for this, as I'm sure the bullet just grazed me. I only really need to lift my shirt on that side. She knows that too. But I pull my shirt over my head anyway.
Maria watches as I place it beside me on the counter. I can see her fight against a smile.
