~a girl of flowing air~

This situation did massively suck. Besides the food situation and dealing with his phone and TV remote with half-covered hands, there were basic tasks that were taking at least two times longer to accomplish. He’s even had to use his clones and very odd and awkward angles to help himself with said tasks. Totally embarrassing if he had someone witnessing his struggle but at least it was just him here.

The multiplier looks at the small drone she pulls out with curious brows raised, mouth slightly agape in wonder before grinning in pure delight like a kid in a candy store as it’s turned on and floating in front of him.

"Ohh, now this gonn’ be lotsa fun ta play with. Alright, lil’ spider, 3D print new forearms for me." The hovering robot stays silent for a few seconds before simply responding with command not recognized. "… Worth a shot." He shrugs before turning back to Ally.

"Can’t hug ya ‘cause a’ the cement arms but—" He leans down to press his lips to the middle of her forehead, giving a quick and friendly kiss of gratitude and appreciation. "Truly, thank you, Allison." A warm smile is given before he looks back over at the floating spider, now following him, to examine it again.

Once the tray was in and the oven was closed, Ally stood back up to her normal height and watched him play with the drone, chuckling at his attempt at a command. "Maybe try for something a little more routine. Like," she scanned around his living room, "can you pick up that water bottle please?"

The drone takes a second before a small robotic voice calls out, "On it." The little bug flew over to the coffee table, picked up the bottle, and brought it over to Ally.

"Like that," she grinned.

She smiles at the kiss to her forehead; it's a surprise, but not an unwelcome one, and she felt her chest warm. "Well, I can hug you." She wrapped her arms around him, keeping it gentle, but still making sure he could feel the embrace.

𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕟𝟙𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕟𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖 -- indie and private original character Allison Harley for HBO's The Pitt. night shift nurse, older sister type, moon lover, do no harm but take no shit, heartache with a smile.

An Independent, Private & Selective OFC, Dr. Igraine Hale, from HBO's The Pitt. Coordinated by Kenna. She/Her. 31. EST. Minors DNI. Crossover & Multiship Friendly. Read guidelines first before interacting. Mature content tagged. #DRHALEPITT

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ᴄᴏᴍʙxᴛᴘᴜʟꜱᴇ;

“Healing isn’t heroic. It’s repetitive. It’s stitching the same kind of wound at three in the morning while pretending you don’t see how easily it could’ve been yours. People think we’re fearless. We’re not. We’re just practiced at swallowing it long enough to keep our hands steady.”

ᴀɴ ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ, ꜱᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴏᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴍɪʟɪᴛᴀʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄᴀʟ ɪᴘꜱ. ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ-ᴅʀɪᴠᴇɴ. ʟᴏʀᴇ-ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ. ꜱʟᴏᴡ-ʙᴜʀɴ ᴅʏɴᴀᴍɪᴄꜱ ᴇɴᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇᴅ.

21+ / ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ᴛᴏᴘɪᴄꜱ ᴀʙᴜɴᴅᴀɴᴛ - ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇᴇᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ.

@thenamesallison continued from here

"seems like you already know don't you. people like us don't ask questions we don't already know the answers to." she leans against the counter, hands splayed out as she tries to keep herself grounded. she can't exactly lose control now because then she loses the upper hand. she won't ever lose the upper hand again.

Ally folded her arms across her chest as she stood across from her friend, her best friend- two immovable objects staring each other down. "Yeah, and I want you to say it out loud. It feels a lot different when you say it."

She's not expecting anyone -- Liza purposefully marked herself on her calendar as 'busy' for a block of twenty minutes today just so she could squeeze in at least fifteen minutes of okay-ish nap time so she doesn't snap at someone. This week has been hellish -- literal explosions resulting in mountains of paperwork and reports, press releases, memos, emails...

Fifteen minutes of quiet isn't too much to ask, right?

The universe must hate her, because six minutes into her allotted twenty, her office door swings open then snaps shut in quick succession, and she startles -- gasping and then groaning in pain as her head hits her desk. Because her brilliant nap spot was under her desk -- just in case someone walked past and peeked inside.

Her meeting had just ended and while she had ten minutes to herself, Ally thought she'd go say hi to a friend. Ally and Liza didn't hang out regularly, but she was a friendly face at SHIELD.

Ally knocked twice before swinging the door open, brows furrowing at first when she didn't see anyone. Then she heard the loud thump, eyes tracking to the desk, and she quickly figures out what is going on.