#rubyheals

     Alright, so he could mess up. Far be it from him to admit his faults, though- especially after a completed mission.

      Normally, he could handle medical care on his own. Telekinesis and a mirror or two meant even areas he couldn't directly see could be taken care of. However, there were limits to even his capabilities. Currently, that limit was three hollow point bullets lodged in his flesh-and-blood shoulder. He could tell they weren't too deep, but removing them without a more professional hand would more than likely leave him in need of a new TO arm on the right side. Part of being an effective soldier was realizing when you couldn't, or shouldn't, do something on your own, no matter how much your pride balks.

     Skimming communications channels and finding discreet but effective medical personnel took some time, but it wasn't terribly difficult. For the moment, the biggest concern was getting there without doing more damage to his shoulder. He'd used telekinesis to keep light pressure on the wound to stave off too much bloodloss, but it wasn’t exactly a perfect solution.

      On arriving, he telepathically scanned the building and surrounding area, looking for anything he should be worried about. Satisfied for the moment, he slipped in, feeling blood beginning to dry under the thick mesh of his cape. Bullets out, then an hour long shower at the apartment.

@rubyheals​ sent: 🖐️ AGGRESSION   //   SEXUAL  TENSION → accepting

Zemo watched her reach for him but made no move to evade her grasp, remaining completely still as her skin touched his. He tensed at the pressure she applied, waiting to feel something. 

But he’d misread her intent, apparently. A moment passed and he remained standing, eyes locked onto hers. He’d seen what she could do with just a touch, knew that it only took a second for her to use her power to incapacitate a man. But instead of dropping him, she merely held his throat, not even tightly enough to be uncomfortable.

@burningstarfour​ /@rubyheals said: ✔ for Ruby!

- Quick and Easy Plotting - || Accepting

Send me ✔ and I will bold my preferences for your muse!

Bold for Yes or current Italics for possible

My muse(s): Cable

Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse (Listen I always wanna know more about Ruby)

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

@burningstarfour​ / @rubyheals​ said: “Okay, first of all, we’re a team now, okay? We’re gonna help each other out.“ - From Ruby!

- The Last of Us - || Accepting

     She hadn’t been in his life for long. 3 months and about 22 days. He wouldn’t necessarily describe them as a team, but that was mostly his refusal to be attached to much in this time period. She was an excellent healer who didn’t ask too many questions, and she had been there for him more than most others. He grimaced, grunting as the corner of his lips pulled back in an almost indecisive expression.

     There was a part of him that didn’t want to agree, but trying to go it alone was... exhausting; soul crushing in a way that left him even more prone to drawing back into himself. It was hard to break that cycle of self-isolation once he’d begun it.

John Mulaney Quotes {Sentence Starters} | selectively accepting

Deadpool nodded, not understanding what Ruby was talking about.

“I guess you can heal a million bones but there ain’t nothin’ that can mend a broken heart." 

A beat. 

@ burningstarfour said: “I’m scared of ending up alone…” (from @rubyheals​ obvsss)

- The Last of Us - || Accepting

     He appreciates her. More than he ever lets on- tucked away in the corners of his heart that he thought he’d locked away. He doesn’t know when it snuck up on him; convinced himself that if he’d seen it he would have stopped it dead in its tracks. To love someone in the past would firmly plant his feet in two worlds, throwing him into the completely avoidable position of being able to give up neither Hope nor Ruby.

     But he wasn’t someone who could just turn his feelings off- no matter what he tried to convince himself or others of. Emotion ever seemed to burn within him like embers that threatened to burst into flame and consume him.

     When he lays on her table, pastry and coffee set aside, she seems unbothered as she ever was in the face of his injuries (save things like nicks and bruises where she knew he was simply there for lunch and ‘wasting my time, Nathan’). Her words catch him off-guard, amuse him even as bloodloss and exhaustion make him feel like he’s going to pass out. The reaction to a man with a bloodied shirt and metal arm dipping into the shop to pick up an order had indeed been predictably New York- a few stares, but mostly unbothered. Unflappability must have been in everyone’s leasing contracts. He laughs under her hands despite the ache it causes. When she leans down to kiss him, he doesn’t move at first. Shock’s worn off, it’s not that, it feels more like her lack of thinking about it didn’t let him hear it from her mind first.

     But he kisses her back. He would have thought it'd feel unnatural, but it doesn’t- in fact it feels almost like... catching up.

     And then it’s over. He lays back on the table and she goes back to patching him up. Perhaps they would talk about it when both felt more comfortable with it- and Nathan wasn’t bleeding on her table. For now, he was exhausted. Talking about anything felt like too much effort, much less trying to suss out his feelings and how he wanted to approach this further. Instead, he closes his eyes, feeling that odd warmth of her work healing him. He could hear her talking to herself, unsure if she thought he was asleep or if she simply needed to talk given what she’d done.

BUZZFEED UNSOLVED SENTENCE STARTERS / accepting !

“ r e l a x. . .we’re not going to die ! i’ll tell you what -- you can haunt me for the rest of my life if you do. sound fair ? ”

Deadpool had fallen from four floors up and crashed with a loud thud against a dumpster, if it had been slightly to the left he would have landed in it. No such luck. Miraculously, he was conscious, but only barely.