They appreciate that, feral and wary creature that they are. Still, they hesitate, uncertain about placing themself in any sort of vulnerable position with someone so notorious as the Asset.
Can he really be trusted? He feels as lost as they are, but he could be trained to fool them. A wolf in sheep's clothing. Or in this case, a hunter in runaway's clothing.
"Forearm. One of those two." One of the two bones, they mean. They hold out their arm for him, pulling up their sleeve a bit so he can see the spot. Examination will show it doesn't appear to be a bad break, but still, they seem a lot less bothered than a human would be.
He lets the hand rest on his metal arm, and feels along the bone gingerly with the flesh one. There. That's the break. "Not quite hairline. But not bad. Setting it in one, two, three."
And on three he snaps the bone back into alignment. It will hurt, probably a lot, but the asset's own understanding of pain is definitely fucked up, and it seems like perhaps theirs is, too.
He leaves the metal arm there, support, and adds, "It will need a brace and sling."
The asset is already turning away to see what he can find in the other dumpsters, to try and make one for them himself. At least a makeshift one for now, until something better can be made.
He comes up with some pieces of wood, from a broken crate, and someone's torn t-shirt. "Here," he offers.
They follow at a short distance and watch suspiciously as he digs through the trash for what they'll need. They don't sense any ill intent from him, but he's still the Asset, enforcer of HYDRA's will.
...Huh. Okay, those things do make sense for a brace and sling. Even if the wood pieces remind them, briefly, of the handler's baton.
"Alright." They'll reach out to take the stuff with their good arm. It might be difficult to fix up their own arm like that but they intend to try. They're not very trusting: even accepting just this assistance has them worried that they've compromised themself.
The asset backs off a few steps, watching warily, and maybe with some veiled concern.
"You are living in that dumpster," he says after a moment of watching them struggle with the makeshift brace and sling. It's a little bit of a question, but mostly sounds like a statement. The dumpster showed very clear signs of being lived in.
The attic does seem better than a dumpster. Safer, too.
They're doing ...surprisingly well for themself with the whole sling thing. They've been on their own for months now and have become used to having to do everything without help, a fact that might seem sad... but Hydra is so much worse the difficulty of their current existence doesn't even register, a fact that is also true when it comes to living in a dumpster.
"...Yeah." Their eyes narrow slightly in suspicion at his statement. They don't reveal where they live to humans. Even when they're not ...ill-intentioned, they get worried. They don't understand why. It's shelter. It's so much better than the cell they were kept in that the flaws of living in a dumpster aren't even apparent to them. Who gives a fuck about running water when the price for it was freedom?
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Date: 2025-11-26 06:19 am (UTC)Can he really be trusted? He feels as lost as they are, but he could be trained to fool them. A wolf in sheep's clothing. Or in this case, a hunter in runaway's clothing.
"Forearm. One of those two." One of the two bones, they mean. They hold out their arm for him, pulling up their sleeve a bit so he can see the spot. Examination will show it doesn't appear to be a bad break, but still, they seem a lot less bothered than a human would be.
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Date: 2025-11-30 05:12 am (UTC)And on three he snaps the bone back into alignment. It will hurt, probably a lot, but the asset's own understanding of pain is definitely fucked up, and it seems like perhaps theirs is, too.
He leaves the metal arm there, support, and adds, "It will need a brace and sling."
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Date: 2025-12-02 08:54 am (UTC)They take their arm back, cradling it gingerly.
"Alright." Can they make those? They think so. They can't go to a doctor.
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Date: 2025-12-12 05:10 am (UTC)He comes up with some pieces of wood, from a broken crate, and someone's torn t-shirt. "Here," he offers.
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Date: 2025-12-17 07:42 am (UTC)...Huh. Okay, those things do make sense for a brace and sling. Even if the wood pieces remind them, briefly, of the handler's baton.
"Alright." They'll reach out to take the stuff with their good arm. It might be difficult to fix up their own arm like that but they intend to try. They're not very trusting: even accepting just this assistance has them worried that they've compromised themself.
super belated, sorry. holidays happened and this got buried :(
Date: 2026-01-07 05:24 am (UTC)"You are living in that dumpster," he says after a moment of watching them struggle with the makeshift brace and sling. It's a little bit of a question, but mostly sounds like a statement. The dumpster showed very clear signs of being lived in.
The attic does seem better than a dumpster. Safer, too.
LMAO it's fine, shit happens
Date: 2026-01-08 01:49 am (UTC)"...Yeah." Their eyes narrow slightly in suspicion at his statement. They don't reveal where they live to humans. Even when they're not ...ill-intentioned, they get worried. They don't understand why. It's shelter. It's so much better than the cell they were kept in that the flaws of living in a dumpster aren't even apparent to them. Who gives a fuck about running water when the price for it was freedom?