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Post by John Blake on Oct 11, 2012 17:17:15 GMT -5
John groaned, his hands over his stomach. He had been shot again. This time, just randomly in a back ally.
He had been walking with his friend, one he sometimes calledMom(Long story), Alexi. They had been taking a short cut through a back ally, and John had seen a woman being robbed.
Being the man he was, he tried to help.
He had chased after the man, and landed himself in the hospital again from a bullet shot to the abdomen. He had gotten the woman her purse back though. But he had scared the life out of his friend Alexi, and Amelia, who Gordon had yet to tell.
Somehow, John had slipped into the house, unknown to his wife, or so he hoped. He kept his hands over his stomach as he quietly slipped through the house, wincing at the pain, and stepping around the assorted piles of his daughters books.
He smiled faintly and winced in pain. He hoped he his wife wouldn't discover him, or he knew he would be confined to their bed, or a couch.... [/color] |
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Post by Amelia Raven Blake on Oct 11, 2012 17:43:29 GMT -5
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Amelia heard the door open. She was actually sitting in the kitchen where she had perfect vision of the living room and the hallway through the mirror. She smirked and stood up, having received a text from Alexi that John had been shot but was alright ad able to return home. She slid across the floor and came up behind him. “John, sweetie. I heard you had a little incident, correct?” She clamped onto his wrist and turned him to face her. She grinned at him as she went behind him and pushed him to the couch where she sat him down and pushed him lightly down so that he was laying on the couch.
She sat down on the chair and watched him, her gaze smirking. “Yes, Johnny Appleseed, I’m going to sit and watch you to make sure you don’t move. And there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it.” She grinned at him and sat forward slightly ready to push him back down if he tried to get up.
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Post by John Blake on Oct 11, 2012 18:08:35 GMT -5
John flinched as she came up behind him. He groaned. "I though I would have more time to hide..." He teased as she pushed him down on the couch.
He winced again, as it had hurt. He smiled sheepishly as she sat beside him, pushing him down it hurt as it was his abdomen that had been shot.
He smirked. "What about if I have to pee? Going to let me pee myself are you?" He asked softly, a teasing tone in his voice, as well as a teasing light in his eyes.
He thought about getting up, but decided to let her off his case before he tried. [/color] |
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Post by Amelia Raven Blake on Oct 11, 2012 18:28:27 GMT -5
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Amelia reached out and gently put a hand over his. "You're not going to rip those stitches." She told him gently. "Not on my watch." She resisted the urge to pull out the bed on the couch and lay beside him, that would surely keep him put, but she still had paperwork to fill out for SHIELD detailing her motivation to stay in the organization or something like that for the Council.
Agent Smith thought it was the stupidest thing on Earth. She knew that most of the other agents felt that way too, she was positive Tony Stark did.
She leaned down and kissed his forehead, got up from the chair and scurried into the kitchen. She grabbed the stack of paperwork and plopped back onto the chair across from her husband, the two wedding rings on the necklace clinging as they hit into each other. They were both tarnished and scratched and the one that had belonged to her mother had lost one of the diamonds, but she refused to have it replaced or cleaned. That's they way they had been when she had gotten them off the dead bodies of her parents. That's the way they were staying no matter what anyone said. Not even John or her father, Jim Gordon, could get her to do that.
She sat back, still in her slightly dressy business clothes from returning to SHIELD to pick up that stupid paperwork that was specially marked according to the agent and went to work, scribbling out answers to the questions and several times her brow arched and she'd mutter something about how stupid the question was. Some where what's your power? which was stupid since it was her special questionare it even had a short profile in the beginning with her name, her code name (which was Sparrow), her age and her power, have you used this power for evil?. Amelia rolled her eyes, muttering, "Yeah you can use future seeing for evil purposes. Idiots."
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Post by John Blake on Oct 11, 2012 18:51:30 GMT -5
John smiled faintly. He was glad she cared, even though sometimes, she smothered him with caring. He enjoyed it. He knew the couch pulled out into a bed, and he wanted to lay with her. He knew that would keep him from getting up.
He sighed and watched as she got up, getting a packet. He was glad Bruce didn't make him fill something like that out to be Robin. It would drive him crazy.
He smiled faintly, content to just watch her, but he was thirsty, so instead of bothering her, he quietly slipped from the couch and made his way to the kitchen.
He made two glasses of water, one for himself, and one for his beautiful wife. He smirked as he quietly snuck behind her. She muttered about using her powers for evil. "Is playing a prank with perfect timing evil?" He whispered into her ear from behind her, hoping for once he would scare her into a piece of her own medicine. He held the water glasses in a way she wouldn't accidently knock them over. |
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Post by Amelia Raven Blake on Oct 11, 2012 19:06:09 GMT -5
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She had heard him sneak from the couch, heard the springs recoiling after he'd gone, groaning at the lift of weight. But the groan was so faint she wondered how she could have heard it. She heard the water glass filling and winced, everything was suddenly so loud. The ticking of the clock which usually was a lullaby sent goosebumps rising across her skin, as did the soft tickle of the spider's legs as it walked across the ceiling in the corner of Alyss's room.
Everything at once slammed into her. Every hum she heard, it was so loud, so annoying. She felt like she was going deaf. She winced, actually winced as she heard his feet shifting the floorboards of her two story house in Gotham. At his voice in her ear, so loud to her now sensitive hearing, she scrambled away, trying to blot away all the sound in the room.
She was sitting on the couch, goosebumps rolling across her arms despite the warmth of the house. She could even hear the heart beating in her husband's chest, strong and loud, comforting almost. She could hear her own heart beat. Ba-bump, ba-bump, ba-bump... She concentrated on it, trying to blot out the rest of the world. Then it suddenly ceased to beat and for a moment she felt herself falling forward and she directed her hearing away from it as black flashed across her vision. Seconds before falling off the couch she grabbed the arm and took a deep shuddering breath, her heart beat quickening in her panic and her eyes widening.
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Post by John Blake on Oct 11, 2012 19:17:49 GMT -5
As she jumped away from him, covering her ears, he dropped the two glasses, wincing as they shattered on the floor. He hurriedly went to her side, groaning in pain as he slipped onto the couch beside her.
As she fell forwards slightly, his heard hammered in his chest. He gently caught her arms at the elbows and pulled her back into his arms. Pain seared across his stomach from his rapid movements.
There was concern in his muddy brown eyes as he ran a hand softly through her silky, blonde hair. "Beautiful, I'm sorry...I didn't mean to scare you...God, Amelia, I'm sorry..." He said in a whisper, very gently as he didn't want to scare her again. He ran his other hand softly up and down her back, hoping he hadn't scared hr to badly... |
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Post by Amelia Raven Blake on Oct 11, 2012 19:29:30 GMT -5
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Amelia winced as the glasses shattered, covering her ears. She swallowed, her body shaking as she felt him pull her into his arms. She could hear the brush of his fingers against hers, a shiver went up her spine, his voice sending jolts of pain through her ears. It was too loud. Everything was too loud. The rapid hammering of his heart threatened to send her into a world of no hearing. Her eyes prickled with tears, she heard the tears rushing up to meet her eyes.
She heard everything within about three miles of their home. The honking of cars, the blaring of sirens, everything. She squeezed her eyes shut and grabbed the big sound blocking head phones from where they were and slipped them over her ears, enjoying the muffled sounds. But they weren't gone. She buried her head in his shoulder.
She murmured, "It wasn't that..." she wasn't sure how to explain it so she just stuck to, "There's a spider. In the corner of Alyss's ceiling. I know this because I can hear it walking...it's legs scratching the ceiling only slightly as it walks."
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Post by John Blake on Oct 11, 2012 19:42:16 GMT -5
John flinched as she cringed at his voice. It hurt him in his heart that his voice hurt her. He gently held her in his arms, hoping whatever was wrong would be okay.
When she told him she could hear a spider on the wall in Alyss' room, his eyes widened. Alyss' room was on the second floor.... How could she hear that?
He thought for a moment as she grabbed the head phones. He had sound wave techno head phones he had bought for long flights. He knew they worked. "Hang on beautiful...I have a special pair of headphones for you..." He gently slipped off the couch again, holding his stomach as he went up the stairs.
Once he reached their room he was very careful to be quiet. He went to the closet and pulled out the box. He opened it and looked at them, black and hardly used.
He came back down the stairs, holding the muffs in one hand, and his stomach with the other. He sat beside her again. "Just a sec.." He slipped the muffs off her head, and holding his breath, replaced them with the headphones. He quickly turned them on, and then to full power to block out any and all sounds.
He gave her a faint smile, hoping that they were working... [/color] |
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Post by Amelia Raven Blake on Oct 11, 2012 19:53:46 GMT -5
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She tried to grab his hand as he left, opening her mouth the threaten him if he didn't sit back down. But he was already gone and she sighed, listening to his foot steps creaking the floorboards as he walked. When he came back she looked at his stomach and placed her hand over his. As soon as he turned the head phones on she could hear nothing but the soft buzz of the head phones.
She couldn't even hear her breathing. That scared her. She buried her head in his shoulder, leaning against him. "You better not have ripped those stitches out," She said softly, glancing up at him looking deep into his eyes.
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Post by John Blake on Oct 12, 2012 0:46:49 GMT -5
He softly put his arms around her, being as gentle as he could. His sucked in a breath as she put her hand over his stomach. It hurt.
He moved one hand to gently cup the back of her head as she hid her face in his shoulder. He didn't care if he tore the stitches in his stomach. He didn't care at all, not while his wife was in danger, of any kind. And not only danger, he could be lying with a broken leg and a snapped arm and if she wasn't comfortable he would do whatever he could to make her comfortable.
It was stranger, knowing, one person would go so far for one other person, but he would, because he loved her. He tilted her chin up. "If I did, I don't care." He said softly, looking at her, hoping she was alright... |
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Post by Amelia Raven Blake on Oct 13, 2012 10:00:02 GMT -5
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Amelia sighed, "I care though." She said softly looking up at him. She wanted to take off the headphones but she knew that if she did she'd be assaulted by pain and loud noises again. She hated this power, she didn't want it. Not at all. She hadn't wanted the power to see the future either. But that was before Xavier had helped her control it.
"Looks like another trip to Xavier's...." she sighed, brushing the hair from her face.
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Post by John Blake on Oct 22, 2012 22:17:00 GMT -5
John gently kissed her nose as he looked down at her with concerned brown eyes. She had talked to him about Xavier before. He gently ran his thumb over her cheek. "Do you want me to come?" He asked softly, concern still a light in his eyes. [/color] ((UGH SOOO SHORT! SORRY ALI!)) |
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Post by Amelia Raven Blake on Oct 23, 2012 17:06:50 GMT -5
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She shook her head, "I'm not sure Xavier would let you come. He isn't really a fan of nonmutants coming to the school..." She frowned slightly, setting her head on his shoulder. She breathed in his scent with a sigh. "I guess I'll have to go alone...I'll annoy Logan or Scott or something." She grinned softly, already thinking of a way to drive Wolverine or Cyclops up the wall, of course more Wolverine then Scott. She'd just probably tease Scott or just catch up with the other man.
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