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"Z! Sweetie! I wasn't expecting you back so soon."
lol you thought
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exit-pursued
He tries not to shake too much while Z is carrying him. Once they're on the plane he curls up tighter next to Z, leans on him more than he'd care to admit to.
"...what happened?"
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That's good. Protective is good. Z is good. "Either. Both. I don't know."
playboy-philanthropist
(Asher has a hard time freeing baby Hitler from his cloning vat. His hands are shaking too much and it's hard to focus.)
(Sasha's alive, Sasha's alive, Sasha's alive--)
do-the-deathstroke
"You – wait, fuck, is that all healed up?"
He pulls the tear in the costume slightly aside, to make sure.
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There's a mark where the wound was and dried blood all over his torso.
...the damage is done, at this point. Sasha takes his mask off again.
do-the-deathstroke
The mask comes off.
He angles his head very carefully.
“...so, uh. Welcome back. Death’s sweet, right?”
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"Yeah. She gives good hugs." He isn't particularly averting his eyes, he just — doesn't really want to make eye contact with anyone right now.
do-the-deathstroke
He gets it.
“Yeah. She does. —sorry, I just—”
“...uh — can you keep a secret? Because not explaining this to you could get awkward.”
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"Lev didnt know I was Spiderman until a couple of months ago, and he has his mutant powers. I can keep secrets fine."
do-the-deathstroke
He nods.
“It’s just — I never get to introduce anybody I like to my girlfriend.”
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...he pauses, and then smiles.
"Is that why I'm —" and he looks down at himself, doesn't stop smiling.
do-the-deathstroke
“—you’ve really gotta keep this quiet, though. This was kind of a one-time deal, she’s really sticking her neck out for me here — I don’t want to get her in the shit with God.”
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He nods, serious.
"I already told her thank you, but — tell her again, next time you see her?"
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He opens his mouth and closes it again and pauses and says, "What was it that bothered you about me? She said you didn't really believe the thing about Thanos but I don't —"
He cuts himself off.
do-the-deathstroke
“...yeah, that’s. A thing.”
He rubs the scarred side of his head.
“I know we haven’t actually known each other that long, it’s kinda a meta-level thing...I wonder whether you say stuff because you like me or mean it or whatever or because it’ll give you a leg up on survival.”
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"....I'm not sure how pretending to like you would even help with that," he says, as neutrally as he can.
do-the-deathstroke
“Like I said. Meta-level.”
He looks up at the ceiling.
“Not like ‘make sure the crazy guy with a lot of guns doesn’t hate me’ would be that weird, but...y’know.”
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He nods carefully and doesn't stop leaning on Z.
"...sorry for bringing it up."
