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

Started May 16, 2019 by Deleted user

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Alan landed in front of Klaus just before he took off down the street in pursuit to block his path.
"Do you want him to be sedated, Ms. Stark?" Alan asked calmly as Klaus attempted to break free of his grip.

Peggy was about to say no, but paused to think. He'd just end up hurting himself further at this point. "I-yeah. Not too much. Just enough to keep him from hurting himself."

"No, what? Sto-"
One of Alan's fingers turned into a syringe and surgically plunged it into his neck. Klaus gave Peggy a look that could kill, before his eyes seemed to glass over and a dopy smile plastered itself across his face.

Peggy cringed, looking absolutely apologetic. "Thanks, man. He's gone through enough today, if he'd lost it this time…" She shook her head carefully, sighing. "We should get him somewhere to get fixed up."

"He won't be very happy with you, Ms Stark," Alan pointed out as he picked Klaus up.

"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."