You hadn’t expected to find a bloody bullet ridden sokovian on your doorstep. It may have been unexpected, but it wasn’t unusual for you to find injured men bleeding all over your welcome mat.
You see you were a med student before the chitauri invaded New York, afterword’s you’d got embedded with the wrong kind of people, the kind of people who used your almost degree to their advantage. So, you’d assumed that the man you found had been one of theirs, wouldn’t be the first time.
The man started mumbling incoherently, something about a sister, Sokovia, and Ironman. “Shhh, it’s ok, fella.” You gripped him by his shoulders and slowly started to drag him inside. It was a challenge to move him to the vinyl bed you’d kept with situations like this in mind. Once you’d managed that feat, the next step was to wash your hands and then remove his clothing so you could get a better look at his injuries. …show more content…
Praying your neighbors hadn’t seen him you started to cut off his shirt. You worked quickly to remove the bullets, sanitize and stitch the wounds.
“Ok fella I’ve done all I can now it’s up to you.” You said sweeping the bangs from his face.
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It’d been a week since you’d found the sokovian at your door. In that time he’d been floating in and out, awake but not aware. “Hey, there fella, ready to eat?” You asked propping him up and then bringing the cup of fortified chicken broth to his lips. He drank greedily as he always did, but something was different this time, the clouded look disappeared from his eyes halfway through the cup.
He slapped the broth form your hands and pinned you to the wall in a single fluid motion.
“Кто ты, черт возьми?” The man cried
You see you were a med student before the chitauri invaded New York, afterword’s you’d got embedded with the wrong kind of people, the kind of people who used your almost degree to their advantage. So, you’d assumed that the man you found had been one of theirs, wouldn’t be the first time.
The man started mumbling incoherently, something about a sister, Sokovia, and Ironman. “Shhh, it’s ok, fella.” You gripped him by his shoulders and slowly started to drag him inside. It was a challenge to move him to the vinyl bed you’d kept with situations like this in mind. Once you’d managed that feat, the next step was to wash your hands and then remove his clothing so you could get a better look at his injuries. …show more content…
Praying your neighbors hadn’t seen him you started to cut off his shirt. You worked quickly to remove the bullets, sanitize and stitch the wounds.
“Ok fella I’ve done all I can now it’s up to you.” You said sweeping the bangs from his face.
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It’d been a week since you’d found the sokovian at your door. In that time he’d been floating in and out, awake but not aware. “Hey, there fella, ready to eat?” You asked propping him up and then bringing the cup of fortified chicken broth to his lips. He drank greedily as he always did, but something was different this time, the clouded look disappeared from his eyes halfway through the cup.
He slapped the broth form your hands and pinned you to the wall in a single fluid motion.
“Кто ты, черт возьми?” The man cried