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[ LAP ] ( I feel like her just sitting on his lap is more than enough smh )

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆.

           🦇—-;;  He had been sitting there, a little adrift in thought, leaned back in his seat and his head rested against his fist, an elbow rested on the arm of the cushioned arm. He had noticed her in the room when she entered a few moments ago but, didn't say anything to her, even when she was in front of him. It's not until she's in his lap that he really snapped out of his own thoughts enough to look at her as suppose to whatever he'd been looking at. He gives her a bit of a curious look, knowing she was up to something. It occurs to him what it was after a couple of moments.

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her brows furrowed at the sight of him ; fresh wounds and bruises shouldn't have been a surprise at this point in their relationship, and yet whenever she saw them, she always felt her stomach twist and her heart ache. The words caught in the back of her throat, her heart beating quicker than normal within her chest - panic? anxiety? it wouldn't have surprised her. " you can do your report or . . . whatever you do when you get home later, please . . . for my own sanity, can you just come home ? " it was a soft request, to leave the sterile environment of the medical bay, to the warmth of the home, where there could be some shred of normality. " aah , sorry, that was . . . that sounded weird, c - come on, let's get you patched up. "

Unprompted Asks~~

  🦇—-;; There were bad nights, when he came home after having the shit kicked out of him, being injured to the point blood seeped through the suit. They weren't often, but they did happen. Like tonight. Tonight had been bad, Bruce knew, had crawled his way to the batmobile. It gets a little foggy after that before snapping out of it in the medbay in the Cave. He turned his gaze to her when she came in, watching her. He swallowed, her worry and fear were obvious, even with his concussion making it a little hard to focus.

"Home...?" She meant upstairs, away from the cave, right? He's in no state to write tonight's reports. He'll have to write them later, when he reviews the Cowl Archives for the footage of tonight and piece together what he didn't remember.

"Listen, I don't have time to do the whole babysitting thing so if you can just do me a favor and get out of here that would be just wonderful." Miguel grumbled out whilst the lenses of his mask narrowed as he looked the other over. Some people just couldn't help themselves apparently and had to treat things like a spectacle.

❝ 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚. 𝒊 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅. ❞

matt's lips curled into a slight 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘦 as the coppery smell wafted into his nose — he was certain it wasn't his own, hand trailing along the inside of his jacket to check the bandages under his shirt, but his train of thought was interrupted —

❝ are you hurt? ❞ his demeanor changed quickly, shifting to one of 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒏, taking a half-step closer — tentative, careful, as to not spook her.

his hands limply dangle away from his head, withdrawing from the disaster they've caused. his breathing isn't steady, & can be seen with the waves of his chest, heard through the nostrils of his nose. then, there's his heart - even now, he could feel it beating against his chest, as though demanding to be let out of its ribcage. but . . . it's slowly giving up, & returning to its routine pace.

those hands, which now have the faintest tremble to them, move to rest upon her wrists. it's as if they had to be touching something. he felt a bit silly, unsure why he got so worked up in the first place. it's as though the kiss had erased all his problems from existence, & he had forgotten why he was even upset.

"Okay, one, it's not a Cap cave, it's a historical tribute room and a place to store the approximately eleventy billion suits and shields I've made that he's used, like, once that's not down in the armory because I actually need that for my suits. Except that dumb hard light shield that needs to be thrown into the ocean." Mostly because Tony isn't the one who put that together, because if he had, it'd be better at what it's supposed to do. "Two, no, access is restricted because it's not just a tribute room, it's a functional armory. No full Avengers clearance, no entry."

Not that those displays ever see any real use, because Steve cycles through approximately two of his uniforms and exactly one shield. But Steve's perfectly fine leaving both in Tony's lab when the shield needs some quality time with the buffing machine and that jar of pennies suit needs a touch up.