#shewalked

                       ❛   i   —   i   can’t   stay   here.   i’ve   got   to   get   back   out   there.   ❜   he’s   trying   to   climb   back   onto   his   feet,   trying   to   get   past   her   and   to   the   fight   that’s   ongoing   in   the   lower   town   of   camelot.   their   defences   broken   through,   an   army   pouring   through   their   gates.   his   knights   fighting   and   sacrificing   their   own   lives   to   hold   them   back,   his   citizens   running   scared,   taking   refugee   inside   the   fortress   he   calls   his   home.   and   here   was,   their   king   among   the   wounded,   not   out   there   with   his   knights   like   he   should   be.   he’s   their   king,   it’s   his   duty   to   lead   them.   ❛   if   i   don’t   get   back   down   there,   they’ll   take   the   lower   town.   ❜

 again,   he’s   trying   to   get   back   up.   ignoring   martha’s   helping   hand.   he   wasn’t   properly   registering   what   she   was   trying   to   do   ;   he   couldn’t   even   feel   the   wound   on   his   arm.   his   skin   sliced   open   by   a   sword,   a   straight   line,   clean   through   on   his   upper   arm.   he   doesn’t   even   feel   the   blood   trickle   down   his   arm.   all   that   is   on   his   mind,   is   the   fire   that   rages   on   inside   his   own   kingdom,   the   innocent   blood   being   spilled   and   how   he   should   be   out   there,   instead   of   in   here!

@shewalked​ asked: this is starting to sound very shady. // daisy.

“I know, I know. Even our shadows have shadows. We are a spy organization, what did you expect?” Who would have thought that one day she would claim SHIELD as a we; it wasn’t so long ago that she was hacking and cracking into their code, spilling secrets to the internet, raging against everything the organization stands for. And while she has learned it’s safer for the world to keep some things under wraps, her fingers itch some days, temptation making them click against her thigh. With only a click of her fingers she could show everyone what was really going on. “But I promise, this is not gonna be so bad. We just need a little help and you are kind of a legend.”

                        ❛ you’ll be no help to anyone if you run yourself into the ground. ❜

⍟･ﾟ:* —  @shewalked​​  ›  “you have broken ribs, take it easy.”  /  hurt meme , not accepting.

𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡,  a hand flies back to try and find the chair, to grab onto to so he could use it to help him lower himself down to sit on it. he’s still dressed in full gear — the red, white and blue, with stars and stripes . . . helmet secured to his head. the shield had been left at the door, as he stumbled his way through and his other arm was being used to wrap around his abdomen and hold against the pain.  ❛ yeah . . . i, uh, fell. ❜  [ 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘦. 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺. ]  he settles into the chair, the best he could, his legs outstretched before him.  ❛ and punched, and kicked, and pretty much everythin’ else you can think of. ❜  he goes to laugh, but the minute his lips part to do so, ribs felt like they were about to pierce into his lungs, which quickly silence the laugh and instead he let out another groan and wince.