forum One-On-One with Qxeenscryche

Started October 20, 2018 by Deleted user

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"Oh, I'm Iron Man, the one you chose," He answered, gently touching Carter's cuts and bruises. Carter hissed in pain and flinched away, letting out a small whimper. "Why are you here?" Carter asked, glancing at Iron Man.

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"I'm here because you chose me, so I'm supposed to protect you now." He answered, slowly untying her hands. "But, how are you real? aren't you supposed to be fake?" Carter said, waiting for him to finish untying her hands.

"Where are we going?"
"We're meeting some people at a secure location. Somewhere no one will find us."

He chuckled at that. "We'll see about that," He said, quickly untying her feet now. "Oh yes we will," Carter mumbled, rolling her eyes. She glanced at her wrists and rubbed lightly at them because they were red.

"And that is….." Paris pressed.
"I can't tell you."

Iron Man quickly finished untying her feet then picked her up, making Carter squeak in surprise and hold onto him tightly. "Sorry, but, it's going to be faster this way," He explained before heading towards the place he was supposed to meet Spider-Man at.

"Why not?"
"Because it's a secret." Paris huffed.

"Wait, where are you taking me?" She asked
"It's a secret~" He answered. Carter sighed and let her be taken to where ever the man was taking her.

~Time Skip~
Peter placed Paris down on a bed in the 'secure location'. He unwebbed her bleeding thigh. Paris looked at it.
"Bullets are still in there," She said.
"How do you know?"
"There's not exit wound, only an entrance wound. Means it's still in there."

Iron Man set her down on a bed in what ever place he was talking about, glancing at her wounds. "Do you need me to treat any of the wounds?" He asked. "No, they'll heal on their own." She said stubbornly.

Paris glanced over at him. "You can get the bullets out of my leg, if you want. It would help a lot."

He sighed and sat down on the bed in front of her. "Can you let me treat them? Please?" He asked. Carter sighed "Fine."

"Or you could just ignore me," Paris whispered, slightly angry. She dug into her bag of gadgets.

He smiled slightly. "Thanks," He said, getting up to get gauze and alcohol to disinfect the wounds. Carter just sat there, wondering if Jeremiah was okay or not.

Paris had an aha! moment when she found the gadget she was looking for.