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WHO: Gerry Drew and James Rogers
WHERE: Their penthouse, then maybe elsewhere
WHEN: Backdated a day or two, nighttime
SUMMARY: Trying to patch things up after their fight.
FORMAT: Whatever
This was all so stupid and annoying! Gerry was finally feeling good about being in costume and out on patrol again after the whole Joker incident. He was finally getting the confidence to go out and fight crime, thanks to that and Spider-Man agreeing to patrol with him, but then James had to go and overreact like everybody else always did!
Okay, maybe it was a bad idea to break up a gang of that many people with just the two of them without a real plan, but they pulled it off perfectly. And maybe that one guy's knife had come close to cutting Gerry, but he'd seen it and dodged it. The knife cut his costume, but it didn't even break the skin. Still, there was no reason for James to get on him about not being careful, or suggest that he stop until he could get some real protection.
Gerry was sick of hearing it! He could take care of himself! Sure, the cut could have been a problem, but he knew how to treat them and keep them from getting infected, he'd done that before. Ever since he was kidnapped and tortured, everyone had been treating him like he was so fragile, like he'd die from a paper cut, but that wasn't the same! He had lacerations all over his body when James found him, he'd lost a lot of blood... Anyone would have been in trouble from that.
So, yeah, Gerry was fed up of hearing about it, and he'd webbed James to the side of a building. It wasn't an overreaction after the things they'd said to each other, and it wasn't like James was in trouble, the webs would have disintegrated in an hour or two, and then he could go home where Gerry wouldn't be.
He'd spent the majority of the evening swinging through the shadier parts of town, catching muggers and gang members, recklessly fighting and not even paying attention to the risk he was putting himself through.
It wasn't until he'd gone back to his apartment, exhausted and hungry, that he maybe started to feel bad about the whole situation, that he could have possibly gone too far by sticking James to a wall in the cold and then abandoning him. He wasn't ready to talk to James yet, though, even as his phone started ringing over and over. James was trying to call him, but he didn't have the energy to argue more, and, even though he wanted to apologize, he ignored the repeated calls, flopping down on the couch in his living room.
WHERE: Their penthouse, then maybe elsewhere
WHEN: Backdated a day or two, nighttime
SUMMARY: Trying to patch things up after their fight.
FORMAT: Whatever
This was all so stupid and annoying! Gerry was finally feeling good about being in costume and out on patrol again after the whole Joker incident. He was finally getting the confidence to go out and fight crime, thanks to that and Spider-Man agreeing to patrol with him, but then James had to go and overreact like everybody else always did!
Okay, maybe it was a bad idea to break up a gang of that many people with just the two of them without a real plan, but they pulled it off perfectly. And maybe that one guy's knife had come close to cutting Gerry, but he'd seen it and dodged it. The knife cut his costume, but it didn't even break the skin. Still, there was no reason for James to get on him about not being careful, or suggest that he stop until he could get some real protection.
Gerry was sick of hearing it! He could take care of himself! Sure, the cut could have been a problem, but he knew how to treat them and keep them from getting infected, he'd done that before. Ever since he was kidnapped and tortured, everyone had been treating him like he was so fragile, like he'd die from a paper cut, but that wasn't the same! He had lacerations all over his body when James found him, he'd lost a lot of blood... Anyone would have been in trouble from that.
So, yeah, Gerry was fed up of hearing about it, and he'd webbed James to the side of a building. It wasn't an overreaction after the things they'd said to each other, and it wasn't like James was in trouble, the webs would have disintegrated in an hour or two, and then he could go home where Gerry wouldn't be.
He'd spent the majority of the evening swinging through the shadier parts of town, catching muggers and gang members, recklessly fighting and not even paying attention to the risk he was putting himself through.
It wasn't until he'd gone back to his apartment, exhausted and hungry, that he maybe started to feel bad about the whole situation, that he could have possibly gone too far by sticking James to a wall in the cold and then abandoning him. He wasn't ready to talk to James yet, though, even as his phone started ringing over and over. James was trying to call him, but he didn't have the energy to argue more, and, even though he wanted to apologize, he ignored the repeated calls, flopping down on the couch in his living room.
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"Yes. Some people I know... and Natasha." James wasn't sure what to think about that. He'd been so embarrassed about her showing up to get him down, but at the same time he'd been too excited at the prospect of seeing her again, even for a little while, to not accept her help.
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He looked down guiltily when James mentioned that his mom had to come pull him down. He knew about how she had reacted to him and was treating him, and while it was a good sign that she was willing to come help him... Gerry wanted her to realize how awesome James was. "I'm sorry, I overreacted. I went back to get you down, but you were already gone."
He fell silent for a moment. He wanted to make this up to James somehow. "Hey, let's go out."
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He was glad they had a chance to talk about this. He didn't want to lose a friend over an argument.
He'd never had someone go off and leave like that before. of course, there wasn't anywhere to run off to where he had grown up.