[ For better or worse, Bradbury wasn't exactly as bulky as he used to be, so levering him up and onto his feet wasn't as much of a production as it would have been, before. He hissed in pain when the guy helped him up -- the painkillers weren't enough to completely mask the pain, although it worked well enough to keep the worst of it at bay. ]
I'm fine, shit-- [ He got onto his feet by sheer force of will, staggering in through the door; he'd walked all the way here from John Watson's place, and he'd be fucked if he had to be carried over the threshold. ] --worse than it looks.
[ One-handed, he tugged his jacket off his injured shoulder, where it had just been draped on, to show them that the wound had already been dressed, that the blood was mostly from what had soaked into his jacket sleeve earlier. His eyes flicked between the men in front of him, then, brow furrowing, because both of them seemed pretty fucking familiar. For different reasons.
Oh, he knew that fucking voice. That was the guy he'd saved in the alley, just earlier this same fucking evening -- the one he'd gotten shot for, even, risking discovery when he'd used his powers. Stupid fucking thing to do, honestly, but...
Well. Superheroes weren't exactly common around these parts anymore.
Suddenly turning and running seemed like a pretty good fucking idea, or it would have, if recognition of the other man hadn't finally clicked into place. ]
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I'm fine, shit-- [ He got onto his feet by sheer force of will, staggering in through the door; he'd walked all the way here from John Watson's place, and he'd be fucked if he had to be carried over the threshold. ] --worse than it looks.
[ One-handed, he tugged his jacket off his injured shoulder, where it had just been draped on, to show them that the wound had already been dressed, that the blood was mostly from what had soaked into his jacket sleeve earlier. His eyes flicked between the men in front of him, then, brow furrowing, because both of them seemed pretty fucking familiar. For different reasons.
Oh, he knew that fucking voice. That was the guy he'd saved in the alley, just earlier this same fucking evening -- the one he'd gotten shot for, even, risking discovery when he'd used his powers. Stupid fucking thing to do, honestly, but...
Well. Superheroes weren't exactly common around these parts anymore.
Suddenly turning and running seemed like a pretty good fucking idea, or it would have, if recognition of the other man hadn't finally clicked into place. ]
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