She flails a little, to herself, as the events of the recent past start presenting themselves for review.
His armor is red.
It's supposed to be purple. Purple. With the pimp hat.
And. The glass. And alarms. And.
Blood is red.
And the yelling. And screaming. And alarms.
The thing about her dress is one less fold here or there really won't matter much. And it's relatively clean, considering her world isn't big on being outside ever.
Thus, there's a quick ripping sound, and then Fury has a pressure bandage (of sorts) held by one rather shell-shocked teen-aged girl.
no subject
Ohmygod.
She. And then. He. And. The weapons. And.
She flails a little, to herself, as the events of the recent past start presenting themselves for review.
His armor is red.
It's supposed to be purple. Purple. With the pimp hat.
And. The glass. And alarms. And.
Blood is red.
And the yelling. And screaming. And alarms.
The thing about her dress is one less fold here or there really won't matter much. And it's relatively clean, considering her world isn't big on being outside ever.
Thus, there's a quick ripping sound, and then Fury has a pressure bandage (of sorts) held by one rather shell-shocked teen-aged girl.
She'll scream in a bit. Still processing.