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@ANTIMUTT    it was part of a bigger gift that my co-workers pitched in for to say “i’m sorry that your senior cat with dementia is in the vet hospital.”  [ deniz gestured to the cat tree on the far side of the living room;   the cat in question is curled up on the last platform. ]   she’s doing okay now.

@lacrymosas   that is still grandmaish tastebuds  [after picking through the untouched bowl of disgusting sweets. she ha d managed to find one of those off-brand lollipops. the kind some lousy bank would give you.   ana settles for it,   shrugging a shoulder when the wrapper is off and popped into her mouth]    who gave it to you? the gift.  

@ANTIMUTT   geez,  thanks.   look—   it was a gift.  [ a gift that’s been sitting on her coffee table (untouched) for a few months at this point, ]   i don’t like butterscotch either.   i prefer dark chocolate with pistachios. 

/   **  @NIKOLAEVNA  

is that another one of your plausible assumptions?   [ her hand reaches up to brush away a loose strand of wavy hair away from her face. ]   yeah,  and what of it?   i’m drinking in the comfort of my own home—big whoop.   i don’t see how you think it’s appropriate to drop by whenever you feel like it.   i don’t have more information to give you.   you’re just wasting your own time and mine.

@lacrymosas [the allowed the monologue to progress.  a slight raise of her brows—the faint widening of her eyes.  was she shocked?  offended?   no—amused.   and the way she chuckles, sudden & abrupt like the bark of a dog confirms it.]  Charles the second  [she parroted.  it truly did bring a smile to her face.  but beneath it hid something filled with cracks and slowly withering with every arrow she pretended didn’t land.   Melina “small heart”  Volkov.   she knew denizens wrong. in some way she had to be.   she had a heart—-she knew it.  it beats every time when she hears the phone ring,  hoping it was Sergei who wanted to talk to his big sister… maybe he was still upset with her for sending him away.  instead,  she dismisses it with an observation spoken aloud:]    you’re drunk. 

@SPDR-MAN   a bunch of catalogues.   i’ve been saving up my past few paychecks to buy decent furniture for my apartment,   and i can’t decide on what i want.   i miss the times when i didn’t have to think about this stuff too much.   [ deniz scoops up the catalogues into one pile before pushing it to the far side of the table. ]   i’m surprised you came all the way over to hoboken to see me.   i thought you’d be busy with that thing going on in the city. 

@lacrymosas   awww,  i love you too! [spider-man lands with silence,  crouched and arms resting on his knees]   sooo,   what’s all this huh?    

@SPDR-MAN    uh-huh..   you know,   it’s at times like these that make me feel like i have little brother. 

if it’s a unwanted face,  i can,  you know ..   [  while it came out as a half hearted joke,  julia hopes she knows the loyalty is there.  she wears a smile,  offering a small shrug with hands balled up in the front pockets of her hoodie.  ]   

@eadimidium   mhm.   i just,  uh..  wasn’t expecting to see a specific face at the hospital today.   

you sure about that?  

*    pspspsp

*    @zashovich

@lacrymosas / curious

/  she’s an icon, she’s a legend and she IS the moment 

            /   all that is left now is for her to become the chief of the division of trauma and acute care surgery at gotham gen...  but that doesn't happen until several years later

@zashovich   [ zasha didn’t give her much of a choice in the matter.   they were already in her apartment before she could say no.   it would be cruel to turn them away.   regardless of that,  deniz *wants* to help..  she just wasn’t sure how she would make it work.   her next twenty-four hour shift starts in twelve hours,   and she didn't like the idea of leaving him alone in her apartment for that long.   she also couldn’t ask her neighbor to babysit him like they do for her cats.   no one is supposed to know he is here. ]   zasha said i was the only person she could trust with this.   while i often question her judgement on certain things,  i know that her trust isn’t so easily given.   she wouldn’t ask this of me if it wasn’t necessary..   i want to help you,   i really do,  [ that last bit was said with much sincerity.  it dawns on her that this situation can’t be easy for him either.  he was removed from the only life and people he’d ever known, and left with a stranger whose apartment looked more like an ikea showroom than an *actual* home. ]   that’s why i said yes..   [ divulging details of her life might help to ease some of the uneasiness felt,  so that’s what she does next. ]  and she’s right about me being a surgeon.   i work at the hospital just a few blocks up the road.   i,  um..   didn’t grow up in gotham.   i moved around a lot as a kid.   i have two cats:  ece and peanut.   peanut is /very/ friendly and loves to be held like a baby.   ece is a grouchy senior cat,  but she has her good moments.  they’re probably sleeping in my linens closet right now,   but if you shake their food bowls then they’ll come running.   when i’m not working,   i like to cook and bake.   i can make just about anything,   so if you have any specific requests just let me know.   do you have any food allergies that i should know about?   

@lacrymosas   [IT IS A LONG MINUTE BEFORE HE SPEAKS.  zasha did tell him about her——she had also told him to be kind and behave for her.   deniz was the only person she trusted——especially with someone like jardani.    but he was scared, &  he didn’t  KNOW her.]    …she said you fix things.   [“she helps people. she puts them back together” “like a doctor?”  “something like that… it’s called a—”] —she said you’re a surgeon.   [the conversation he had with the red wolf on the way buzzed in his brain.   she had tried so hard to make jardani feel okay.  he knew he couldn’t go with her——wherever it was she went.  he hoped she’ll be back, though.   zasha promised they’d get burgers]     … why’d you say yes? 

@zashovich    i know,   but i can’t exactly leave you in there.   i’m responsible for you until—   [ until zasha comes back,   IF she comes back at the agreed upon date.   agreeing to take care of this child might’ve been a bad idea.   what if whatever organization was involved in this came knocking at her door the moment they find out where he is being hidden?   she can’t do much (or anything really) against a group of engineered assassins.   what if zasha never came back?   what would she do then?  so many questions,   but trying to figure out the answers would have to wait.   the priority now was putting him at ease which might prove itself to be a challenge ]   ..  whenever zasha comes back.  did she tell you anything about me before she brought you here?

@SPDR-MAN    [ once she’s off the ledge and in the safety of the masked superhero’s arms,   she is finally able to catch her breath after almost being suffocated by the blasting winds.   it’s a miracle they weren’t strong enough to make her fall to her death. ]   not a bird per se,   but definitely something that..  flies?   green suit,   yellow eyes,   and a sinister laugh.   he tried breaking into one of the medicine cabinets at the hospital.   i tried to stop him and,   well,   i end up on the ledge of this building..   thirty floors up..   

@lacrymosas   (right, sorry)  [he’d thank God ten thousands times and more that she wasn’t able to see the embarrassment on his face. (though he was also sure the body language gave it away).   limbs  of red and blue are quick.  a web here—and there. and before she knew it she was safely landed in spider-man’s arms]     how exactly did you get up there?  —- was it the bird?   i hate that bird 

@SPDR-MAN    /perfect/.   really.   are you gonna help me down or should i call the firefighters in?   i’d like to not fall off the side of this building.  

@testedsoul    “don’t call?   are you out of your—”   bite your tongue,  deniz.   she looks to the nervous driver and,   once again,   demands the call for 911.   if not him,   then at least some of the other civilians further away have either called out of concern.   when he suggests getting up,   she interjects:   “vincent,  hey,  you’re not thinking very clearly.”   she believes this is his attempt at downplaying the situation and making jokes the way he usually does.   while amusing on most occasions,   this was not a good moment for it.   “you should *not* get up.   that is the very last thing that i want you to do.   moving could worsen your injuries,   not to mention cause spinal damage that can lead to paralysis.   you will stay still because i asked you to.   do you understand?”

her immediate reaction starts to surprise him as he lies there staring between her face and the afternoon sky.  she’d always been extremely helpful in the medical sense,  however,  this time the cause for his surprise might be from the reaction to the situation:  being hit in real time by a semi.  the pain,  excruciating as always,  continues to seep into every fiber of his body.  while he’s struggling to breathe and cringing to move,  he also knows this,  like all dreadful things in his life,  will pass.
            
            he doesn’t even have the capacity to curse out the concerned driver.  hey,  he apologized.  and maybe,  just maybe,  vince had forgotten to look both ways—as he often failed to do in all his years growing up,  no matter how much his mama warned him.  “deniz,  wait—  d-don’t call…”  he lays his head against the edge of the road where gravel meets dirt despite her supporting him.  
            
            when it seems he can finally hold onto some breath,  his hand trembles violently as he brings it up to rest atop her own hand,  now slick with his blood.  “not hurt.  i mean,  yeah this shit hurts,  but  ..  i’ll be okay.  just  ..  help me up?  let me get my leg straight here,  if i can.” 
            
            /  worry not!  the beginning of his semi journeys are always a bit worse than the final result a little later  :D  +  all typos (if any) disregarded 

/   if there are typos in this please disregard,   it’s 3AM :'/