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

Started May 16, 2019 by Deleted user

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She reached for his hand, squeezing gently. "Klaus, you can't-you can't blame yourself for this. Absolute shit or not, he's still your father. Killing him wouldn't have been easy."

He shook his head slightly, his face completely blank. It would've been better if he had burst into tears, for his expression was just plain terrifying.

She bit her lip again, turning her face up to the sky. She couldn't do anything, and it hurt. She couldn't turn back time, or bring his mother back to life. The best she had was herself, and that wasn't very good.

"Can we just go back to Stark towers?" he asked quietly, not even looking over at Peggy.

"Yeah. That-that might be best." She let go of his hand and stood, pulling out her phone to text someone quickly, before looking back down at Klaus, tugging a hand through her hair. "Fast way, or subway?"

"Fast, please," he said, his voice barely over a whisper at that point.

The suit formed quickly, and she held out her good hand. "Let me carry you? Cuts the time in half."

He offered no argument, wrapping her up in a bearhug that would keep him from falling.

She activated the jets in her suit, and they were off, Peggy flying as fast as she could to get him away from the apartment building, but being careful not to crash.

Klaus set his chin on her metal shoulder, trying to keep the tears back unti; they reached the tower. That's the only reason why he asked.

Peggy headed straight for the window they'd used to leave once they reached the tower, knowing it was probably the best option. She nudged it open further with her foot and hovered, helping Klaus in when it was needed.

He walked over to the loveseat and sat down like his body wweighed a million pounds, letting his head hand as he mulled over the events that just happened.

She let the suit pull away fully, ignoring the pain in her arm as she sat down quietly next to Klaus on the couch.

"It's weird," he said after a moment, "how it doesn't hurt as much as it should. My own mother, who gave birth to me and raised me, was just murdered and I can't even shed a single tear for her."

"That's…that's shock, I think." She pulled her legs up underneath herself, turning to look at him. "Are you-do you need a hug? Is there anything I can do?"

"I'm……not sure, to be honest," he said staring out of the window with emotionless eyes. It was like he turned into a robot.

She tugged a hand through her hair, unfolding her legs to stand up off the couch. Sitting still was even harder during times like this, when she felt helpless. As she paced around the lab, her eyes landed on one of the suits being fixed up, and a idea sparked in her mind.

"Could you get me a slice of pizza while you're up?" he asked, gesturing towards the box that was just out of his reach.

She blinked a few times, nodding. "Yeah." She grabbed the pizza box, pulling out a slice of the topping less piza and handing it to him.

"Thanks," he said, taking a bite from the side of it. "What are you doing?"

"Thinking." She said, setting the box back down as her eyes went back to the suit.

"About what?" he asked, taking another bite of the pizza. He was just trying to find something to distract himself.

"I might not be able to build you a new suit super fast." She started, shoving things around to grab a normal notebook, flipping it open and searching for a pen. "But I can alter a spare hella quick." That way, if you decide on going after him, I know you're a bit safer.

"Do you need any help?" he asked, standing up and looking over her hsoulder as she wrote.

"Yeah. That measuring tape is somewhere around here," She waved vaguely in the direction of a few desks and tables. "I'm going to need it."

He looked around the desks, finding it after a few minutes and tossing it over to her, finishing off the pizza as he walked back to where she stood.

"Okay, arms up best you can, your injured arm is excluded from this." She instructed, using the pen to keep her hair up in a messy bun as she set the notebook down and unrolled the tape measure a few inches.

"It's fine," he insisted, raising both of his arms up. His sling laid a few feet from the loveseat, resting in a wringled hump.

"Klaus, you couldn't move it half an hour ago. Don't hurt yourself." She shot him a look, wrapping the measuring tape around first his waist, then his chest.

Klaus ignored her warning as he watched her work. "Why are you doing this if it's an alternate suit?"