forum Tied by a String (Private RP with Thighhigh)(Stalkers welcome)

Started May 16, 2019 by Deleted user

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"I know. But that's for me to deal with once he's okay." Peggy said, wincing as she shot up a few feet, not expecting the speed.

They flew to Stark Towers in silence, Alan only ever speaking when asked out in the field. Klaus just stared off into the distance, oblivious to everything around him.

Once they made it into the lab, Peggy relaxed a bit, letting her suit disassemble as she sat slowly down in her office chair. "Home sweet home."

"I'll take Klaus to get fixed up," Alan said, carrying Klaus over to where he had surgery last time.

"Alright. Be careful if the meds wear off." She said, slipping out of her jacket to check her own damage.

"I always am," he said, shutting the door. About an hour and a half, Klaus came out, a heavy sling keeping his arm from moving at all. He wore a pair of old, grey sweatpants and a simple white shirt that looked suspiciously like Mr. Stark's. He didn't even look in Peggy's direction as he sat down in the seat furthest from her with a "humph."

Peggy had cleaned herself up, slapping a few bandages on where they were needed, and had changed into clean clothes. She had an icepack resting on her shoulder as she looked up from her sketchbook, pain flashing acroos her face as Klaus ignored her. "I'm sorry."

He stared out the window, not acknowledging that she even spoke. His foot began tapping rapidly, as if he was keeping his temper down.

She sighed, dragging the hand of her good arm through her hair. She stayed quiet after that, looking back down at something on her phone.

"You could've at least given me a fucking option," he growled, still not looking in her direction.

"You were hurt. And at the rate you were going, you were gonna get even more hurt." She said quietly, eyes never leaving her phone.

"So you drug me without my consent?" he asked, his voice catching a bit more heat.

"Would you have honestly listened if I asked you to chill?" She looked up at him, brows furrowed with worry. "Or would you have continued to fight Adam? If he let you go, what would you have done, Klaus."

"You don't have the right to make that fucking decision for me, Peggy!" he shouted, his face flushed with anger as he stood up and pointed at her. "You don't have that authority over me!"

"I know that, goddammit. And I also know you barely fucking listen when I'm trying to help." She set her phone aside, screen open to some recording of the fight, and did the same with her sketchbook. "You were going to do something stupid, that would've put you in danger..

"So you forced me to do what you thought was right instead of letting me make my own choices," he exclaimed, throwing his hands upward as he sat down in the seat again.

"Maybe! Maybe I did, and maybe it was a bitch move, but I was worried, and sick of seeing you hurt!" She shook her head, spinning around in the chair to turn her back on him.

"You think I enjoyed seeing you faceplant into fucking Main Street?" He asked. "You think feeling bad for someone for the first time was enjoyable, huh? No, it was fucking horrendous. Yet, I let you do what you thought was right, did I not?"

"I couldn't think of anything else! Having a panic attack mid flight isn't exactly-" She cut off, blinking at the admission that he'd felt something. "If you had come up with a better plan, that quick, I probably would have listened." She said, sighing through her nose. "I panicked, both with myself and with you. And I'm sorry."

He scratched the back of his head in slight embarrassment. "I…..I guess I overreacted. I'm sorry, too."

"Truce?" She turned back to him, fiddling with a small screwdriver as she raised an eyebrow.

He sighed out his nose, standing up and walking over to her. "Yes, truce." He offered his good arm out in an apologetic hug.

She set her ice pack on the table, standing to pull him into a careful hug. "I'm stupid, y'know. And a huge asshole."

"We both are. That's why we're friend," he said, wincing as they pulled away.

"Chaotic dumbasses." She said with a small laugh, reaching her good hand up to rest it lightly on her other shoulder. "God, I'm so sorry. Who knew going to a street fair could be so dangerous? Well, you did, obviously."

"She was following us the whole way," he admitted. "She was probably trying to figure out who the hell we were."

"She was following us? And you didn't say anything? Wait, that's not-I didn't notice?" Her eyes widened, looking slightly ashamed.

He put a hand on her non-injured shoulder. "You wanted to have fun, so I wasn't going to ruin it. I thought maybe she was some batshit fan."

"Yeah, but-" She shook her head, looking down at the ground. "God, I should've payed more attention. Or just changed our plans."

"You couldn't have expected something like this," he said. Comforting someone felt weird. He never had the obligation to do something like this until now.