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

Started May 16, 2019 by Deleted user

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She blinked, scowling as she threw a measuring tape at his head. "For the love of-I meant like your height and shit, asshole!"

He flinched away from it, twisting his shoulders in a painful manner. "Did you forget I'm fucking shot? Jesus, Peggy."

She winced, shaking her head. "I'm sorry! It's a habit at this point, 'cause I've got a friend that makes jokes like that all the time. Here, I'll go grab you some ice."

He rubbed his shoulder gingerly, his face scrunched up in pain. "It's fine, but thank you."

"God, I really am sorry. I can't believe I fucking-" She shook her head, leaning against the table she had been at. "Seriously, let me know if you need anything. I feel horrible."

Klaus waved it off. He thought of asking for a hug, but he decided it would be inappropriate. "It isn't that big of a deal, Pegs."

"Are you sure?" Peggy still seemed worried, and slightly upset at herself. "I'm serious, if there's anything…"

Aw, fuck it. The worst thing she can say is no. "To be honest, a hug would be great."

She blinked, pushing off the table to pick through the lab, coming to a stop in front of him. "Alright, get up ya cripple." She said, opening her good arm and raising an eyebrow.

"I have to get up?" he grumbled playfully, exaggerating a groan as he stood up and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"Yup. You wanted a hug, deal with it." She quipped, wrapping her arm around his back.

"This would be so much less awkward if we could use both of our arms," he pointed out, not pulling away.

"Ha, point." She snorted, carefully lifting her bad arm to loosely wrap it around him, taking a moment to breath through the pain. "Ta-da. Y'know, you can hug me when you aren't injured, too."

"I was afraid of getting my head bit off," he admitted, attempting to do the same, but failing. "Ow."

"I happen to like hugs, you know. Well, your hugs, I guess." She looked up at him, shaking her head. "You don't have to move your arm if you can't."

"I feel like I can whenever I'm not moving it," he said, a small grin on his face. "It's only when I move it that I realize I can't."

"Oof, that's gotta suck. You go to grab something, and you can't." She shook her head, wrinkling her nose. "Tell you what, if we ever run into that lady again, you're allowed to shoot her in return."

"I'm still beyond pissed that she got away," he grumbled, turning his nose up at the thought of the Lady.

"Hey, somebody's gonna catch her at some point, if it's not us. Didn't she say she was after Wolverine?" She raised an eyebrow at the memory, biting her bottom lip.

"Trust me, Wolverine's the least of her worries," he growled. "As soon as this arm heals I'm going back out there."

"Nope nope nope." She shook her head, tightening her hold on him best she could, as though that would stop him. "You're not allowed. At least, not without me, and that suit."

"Why am I not allowed?" he asked, squinting his eyes down at her.

"Because I'm your friend, Klaus." She said, meeting his gaze defiantly. "You don't get to go do dangerous shit without me."

"I did dangerous shit before I met you," he pointed out. "I actually got hurt a lot less back then, too."

"Shush. You didn't boot me back when you had the chance." She said, scrunching up her nose at him. "You're stuck with me now. Plus, I'd like to punch her a couple times. She did impale my shoulder."