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any weapons found are confiscated and will only be given back once the patient is discharged.

except knives.

Hey kraglin describe the day you first met Gem and why you cried (totally not ravagemm sending this nope) // @ravagemm​ meant as anonymous lol

There’s an old instinct of his, from long ago during his days as a battle slave. Though, perhaps it wasn’t so much an instinct as it was a coping mechanism. He’d trained his body to shut out the pain, shut out all sensory distraction and focus --- funny how that was easier done in battle than it was sitting in the med bay.

It’s a scary thing, being numb. As a battle slave, it was a necessity, there was no survival otherwise, he’d trained himself so vigorously that there had been nothing else. Nothing but the cold of the blade and the stench of blood. That had been a hard habit to break and it was one he didn’t tap into often.  Yondu shifts a little, glancing down at the woman tending to wound in his side. There aren’t many he’d trust to patch him back up other than Gem, she’s quick. Doesn’t ask pointless questions or talk bullshit. He likes her as much as he does any member of his crew who isn’t a waste of space with a gun.

“Fucker want’d to knock off thir-percent.” Yondu grunts, then snickers “Told em for that, I’d be addin sixty.” A shrug and he winces, momentarily forgetting his injury. “As ya can tell, he weren’t too sweet on that deal.”

❝   bitch...   ❞   the   word   slipped   in   𝐒𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐍   through   clenched   teeth.   a   quality   which   properly   described   her   vicious   handling.   he   found   himself   with   his   face   smashed   against   the   wall   upon   impact   and   he   knew   that   would   leave   a   bruise   in   a   few   minutes.   her   hands,   strong   grip   curled   around   his   wrists   prevented   him   from   moving.   ❝   𝐅𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐘.   ❞   he   lips   curled   despite   the   tight   pain   growing   between   his   pulled   shoulders.   ❝   you   can   let   go   now.   i   think   you’ve   made   your   point.   ❞

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         space was interesting.  the few times he’d been up there were for serious, universe-threatening reasons.  now that carol helped him experience the skies for more casual reasons he’d come to appreciate being able to explore.  not much and not for very long but enough that the soldier was starting to get a taste for what was out there.  enough to appreciate what he was seeing on a different level.  now space wasn’t just full of people trying to conquer earth.  steve saw the families and the ways of life that hit so close to home.  

          there was a throb in his jaw from where the fist landed.  honestly, steve can’t remember the last time someone made him sweat in hand-to hand combat.  t’challa, maybe.  had to be the the black panther.

          “ not even close. “  thumb lifts up to wipe the small trail of blood from the split in his lip.  it would sting decently later but this was just a friendly tussle.  he thinks.  unless he misread something along the way, which was certainly possible.  

@ravagemm​ said.  i’m going to go get a sandwich.