#lefthooks

[ TXT ] :   did i do something wrong?

patrols were a mixed bag of sorts when it came to the amount of activity that happened on them. some nights, they were quiet and uneventful. other nights, much like tonight, the action was nonstop. it had started off slow, given him plenty of time to sit idly and text @lefthooks before a string of robberies and crime had him running around bludhaven like his pants were on fire. he all but forgets he was even texting the other until some hours later when he's crawling back into his apartment, his phone chiming with a new message. at it, dick lets a quiet oh slip past his lips.

[ txt : petey ] no u didn't, sorry [ txt : petey ] smth came up and i had to dip [ txt: petey ] i'm here now though

you think i know what i’m doing? no one knows what they’re doing. / @lefthooks

( @lefthooks || sent x )

you saved me once before , now it's my turn.

Johnny winced as he sat against the edge of the rooftop, his hand resting firmly against the side of his stomach. Blood was slowly seeping through his fingers as he tried his best to stop the bleeding. He wasn't sure who had shot him but it had to be someone skilled, since he was flying through the city at the time.

"Once..." He tried to laugh but the pain from the wound shot through his body. He couldn't be sure but he assumed the bullet was still in him. "I'm sure I have saved your ass more than once." He had certainly lost track of how many times. "You don't have any tweezers in that suit of yours?"

" guys ... better go ... gessomemore guys. "

🌹 What is their love language & how badly do they need it right now?

his love language is quality time and i would say he's always in a general state of needing it, lmao. it hasn't been as bad lately, but he's always generally touch starved and a little lonely, so he realistically will never turn down someone taking the time to hang out with him or simply just be there for him

@lefthooks

bucky wished he had some sort of comforting words he could offer the web slinger, but the unfortunate truth was that he agreed with him. it wasn't very often he found spidey to ever not be exhausted or disheveled from a day's work of dealing with whatever bullshit had been thrown his way. whether it was one of his personal villains or two rampaging through the city, or something far more personal that buck wasn't privy to. either way, it didn't surprise him whenever the younger man walked in, threw himself upon the couch and nearly buckled over with exhaustion.

while he lacked in the comfort department ( not for a lack of empathy, he just felt awkward and nervous he'd screw something up ) he did have his own way of making the poor guy smile through the aches and pains of life. "coffee? soda? i can order you take out, anything you want, especially something greasy and unhealthy to ease the weight of that rock of yours."

Eve  gets  mainly  excited  to  show  them  the  gardens  outside,  she  found  them  the  most  pleasant  place  to  walk  around,  step  on  soft  grass.

"Those  are  my  lavenders,  i  use  them  so  much  in  my  potions.  And  this  is  rosemary,  so  sweet,  look."  She  takes  a  small  leaf  and  gets  it  up  to  their  nose  to  smell  the  herb.  She  takes  it  down  and  throws  it  back  to  the  small  pot. 

"Another  strong  ingredient  is  pepper,  but  the  seeds.  They're  the  subject  of  my  latest  experiment…  But  enough  about  plants,  I  know  you're  not  here  to  talk  about  them.  What  exactly  can  I  help  you  with?"

Nolan   looks   down,   as   if   ashamed   by   the   realization. "I   know,   man,   my   life's   stuck   between   cases",   he   looks   up.   "It   seems   like   it   never   really   stops." He   gives   it   a   second   thought,   thinking   of   what   the   future   might   hold. "Maybe   I   should   listen   to   you,   worst   case   scenario,   i   end   up   where   i   am   today."