unmade.

letsdanceboys:

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letsdanceboys:

Bayonetta is vaguely aware that he’s still there. She’s floating in a darkness, thick and suffocating. She focuses every bit of herself on listening for him. She won’t allow herself to be completely lost. 

In his arms her fingers flex, minuscule motion causing the wounds from her glasses breaking to push out more blood. Her eyes are distant but still on his face. I’m still here

“Going to be fine. Yes.” He’s still talking to her and he wishes so, so badly to be able to pull her out. Jarvis pauses long enough to kiss her, then adjusts her enough that he can stand. “We’re together and we’ll make it out. Together. We’re going to be okay.” Walking out of the room, he strides quickly down the hall, broadening his focus so he can start maintaining external functions and send for outside assistance.

Wherever she is, she rests her head against a warm presence in the dark clawing suffocating gall around her. Bayonetta didn’t know if it was memories or thoughts or dreams or what. But she could hear him, her family, whispering, so she kept close as best she could.

It’s agonizing outside her mind. Bloodied hand on the floor, one finger moving at a time. Each making a letter. Spelling something. Hopefully. 

If a monster did this to her maybe a god could undo it.

He had paused just long enough—to look. To look at the blood, traced on the floor. With sudden shock, he realizes it forms a pattern. Squinting, he realizes that, jaunty as the lines were, they formed letters, and the letters formed a word. Loki? But Loki had no quarrel with her, did he? Someone to contact, then. Hopefully.

Jarvis shakes his head, whispers the name among his mantra of reassurance, and then continues down the hall until he can deposit her on the bed.

agentcoulsonsupernanny replied to your post: [text] Everything okay in there?

Shit. [text] Med team’s enroute. Four minutes. They’ll take your orders at the house, whether you bring them into the system or send her out. Probably safer if you don’t move her.

[text] I have a personal guard at the portal waiting for them. They’ll make sure they get to the command tower where she is.

Reblog this if I can trust you.

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agentcoulsonsupernanny sent:
[text] Everything okay in there?

[text] Something has damaged my wife. No verbal response, I can get blinks but not consistently. She gripped her glasses til they broke but I got the glass out. How do I get a User medical team to treat her without leaving her side?

unmade.

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He’s vaguely aware of something wet on his cheek, hot and damp, and it isn’t until the last piece of glass is dropped onto the now-red fabric that he realizes it’s tears. When was the last time he cried, he wonders. Not since before he was with Bayonetta.

Tears remind him of his old gift, and he pulls it from under his coat. The handkerchief, which has followed him since the witch gave it to him, now comes to his wife’s service; he carefully folds it into her palm and then guides her hand to wrap around it and slow the bleeding. ”All done. We’re all done. You’re going to be fine.”

Bayonetta is vaguely aware that he’s still there. She’s floating in a darkness, thick and suffocating. She focuses every bit of herself on listening for him. She won’t allow herself to be completely lost. 

In his arms her fingers flex, minuscule motion causing the wounds from her glasses breaking to push out more blood. Her eyes are distant but still on his face. I’m still here

“Going to be fine. Yes.” He’s still talking to her and he wishes so, so badly to be able to pull her out. Jarvis pauses long enough to kiss her, then adjusts her enough that he can stand. “We’re together and we’ll make it out. Together. We’re going to be okay.” Walking out of the room, he strides quickly down the hall, broadening his focus so he can start maintaining external functions and send for outside assistance.

unmade.

letsdanceboys:

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letsdanceboys:

His voice drifts in and out like a rolling fog. She knows he’s there but she also knows she is very alone and surrounded by things that cannot die. Things that don’t want her to die, but want to pull her apart. Mind, heart, everything. Nothing she’d ever faced was like this.

Tenderly, Jarvis drops the glove on the ground, adjusts Bayonetta in his arms and lifts her hand to examine it. There was still pieces of glass, large ones too—but he could fish them out, couldn’t he? “I am here. I am right here. Right here. I am going to fix your hand. Shh…” And as he speaks he very carefully starts pulling the glass out of her hand, dropping it down on the glove so he can keep a close eye on it. This would be easier with tweezers.

Wherever she is, she feels the pain. The gentle fog keeping her tethered to herself becomes cold, claws pulling at her. Bayonetta opens her mouth to scream and suddenly her lungs are filled with water and something’s dragging her down.

In Jarvis’s arms the witch squeezes her eyes shut again. It’s all she can do.

He’s vaguely aware of something wet on his cheek, hot and damp, and it isn’t until the last piece of glass is dropped onto the now-red fabric that he realizes it’s tears. When was the last time he cried, he wonders. Not since before he was with Bayonetta.

Tears remind him of his old gift, and he pulls it from under his coat. The handkerchief, which has followed him since the witch gave it to him, now comes to his wife’s service; he carefully folds it into her palm and then guides her hand to wrap around it and slow the bleeding. ”All done. We’re all done. You’re going to be fine.”

unmade.

letsdanceboys:

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letsdanceboys:

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Users. “Cereza, I am real. You are in Stark System, with me. Just you and me, in this room. We’re safe. Nod for me. Show me you understand.”

The witch can’t nod. She manages to shut her eyes and when she opens them again a tear spills. Please don’t leave me

“Shh, shh…” After a few seconds he manages to balance her into his lap and starts working the glove of her damaged hand off. “It’s going to get better. I’m here now, I’m right here.” He steels himself for the blood and the sight of her cuts, and manages not to show how nauseated he is by the sight of it. “It’s going to be okay.”

His voice drifts in and out like a rolling fog. She knows he’s there but she also knows she is very alone and surrounded by things that cannot die. Things that don’t want her to die, but want to pull her apart. Mind, heart, everything. Nothing she’d ever faced was like this.

Tenderly, Jarvis drops the glove on the ground, adjusts Bayonetta in his arms and lifts her hand to examine it. There was still pieces of glass, large ones too—but he could fish them out, couldn’t he? “I am here. I am right here. Right here. I am going to fix your hand. Shh…” And as he speaks he very carefully starts pulling the glass out of her hand, dropping it down on the glove so he can keep a close eye on it. This would be easier with tweezers.

unmade.

letsdanceboys:

thecrowdseemedenergized:

Users. “Cereza, I am real. You are in Stark System, with me. Just you and me, in this room. We’re safe. Nod for me. Show me you understand.”

The witch can’t nod. She manages to shut her eyes and when she opens them again a tear spills. Please don’t leave me

“Shh, shh…” After a few seconds he manages to balance her into his lap and starts working the glove of her damaged hand off. “It’s going to get better. I’m here now, I’m right here.” He steels himself for the blood and the sight of her cuts, and manages not to show how nauseated he is by the sight of it. “It’s going to be okay.”

unmade.

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He kneels, scooping her up into his arms. “Cereza, Cereza focus in on me. Focus on me.”

She’s limp. Her broken glasses fall from her hands, bloodied. Her eyes find his and stay.

Users. “Cereza, I am real. You are in Stark System, with me. Just you and me, in this room. We’re safe. Nod for me. Show me you understand.”

agentcoulsonsupernanny sent:
*Phil arrives at the house and finds the note CLU left detailing how to bring the System back up. He follows the instructions slowly and carefully, downloading the contents of the Beacon suit back into the twelve servers. Then he taps at a terminal.* Jarvis? Everybody okay in there?

*About five milicycles in—an entire hour, out there, but approaching two days within the system—Jarvis receives the transfer request. Relieved, the AI quickly shuttles the contents of the system over. It takes a while to get everyone settled, but after another milicycle everyone has finished reinstalling.*

*The voice echoes from the house when Phil asks.*

‹‹ … Shaken, but everyone’s alive. The Golden Beacon had a power source. That said, that was absolutely awful and I doubt there is a single man, woman, or bit who ever wants to do that again. Especially without warning. Did you find CLU before…? ››