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doubleoohbaby, ascending_angel and idateforsupper
WHERE: Warren and Ali's place.
WHEN: Friday night.
WARNINGS: Not much except lots of Bondblood
SUMMARY: Bond has just been mostly pwned by Carnage. A lot. And needs to recover. A lot.
FORMAT: Para then whatevs
The plan is simple enough: get to somewhere safe, patch up, relax. The reality isn't quite so easy.
It's nothing more than sheer determination and the ability to completely disregard pain that has James making it to the closest 'safehouse' he knows, though it would have to be a god damn top floor place. His hotel room is miles away, and considering he's walking- or stumbling technically- he'd opted for this place: Warren and Alisons apartment that he's visited a few times before.
He doesn't think to knock. That's not what James does. He's just leaning his body weight against their front door, bleeding over everything, and trying to fiddle with the lock with shaking hands.
Get. Open. Maybe if he just slams his head against it in frustration too, that'll help? It hurts, if nothing else.
doubleoohbaby, ascending_angel and idateforsupperWHERE: Warren and Ali's place.
WHEN: Friday night.
WARNINGS: Not much except lots of Bondblood
SUMMARY: Bond has just been mostly pwned by Carnage. A lot. And needs to recover. A lot.
FORMAT: Para then whatevs
The plan is simple enough: get to somewhere safe, patch up, relax. The reality isn't quite so easy.
It's nothing more than sheer determination and the ability to completely disregard pain that has James making it to the closest 'safehouse' he knows, though it would have to be a god damn top floor place. His hotel room is miles away, and considering he's walking- or stumbling technically- he'd opted for this place: Warren and Alisons apartment that he's visited a few times before.
He doesn't think to knock. That's not what James does. He's just leaning his body weight against their front door, bleeding over everything, and trying to fiddle with the lock with shaking hands.
Get. Open. Maybe if he just slams his head against it in frustration too, that'll help? It hurts, if nothing else.