Not the same aliens. Well. Fuck. It's kind of impossible to be pissed at a guy for standing you up when he stood you up to help save the earth from aliens. He follows Steve's gaze to the floor, to the mess that's now there and he blinks a couple of times, before moving and shutting the door, then locking it. Can't be too careful, even when you've got an injured superhero in your apartment.
In your apartment and apologizing for missing the date they'd planned because he'd been saving the world again.
And speaking of, the guy's still bleeding.
"Jesus, Steve, stop." He holds up his hand, shaking his head, his eyes slightly wider than usual. "Just -- stop. Are you okay?" He moves closer to him, reaching up and gently turning his head so he can look at the cut that runs from his ear to his jaw, scabbed over but nasty looking. "Sit down." He guides him over to the sofa and nods to it.
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Date: 2019-10-20 02:58 am (UTC)In your apartment and apologizing for missing the date they'd planned because he'd been saving the world again.
And speaking of, the guy's still bleeding.
"Jesus, Steve, stop." He holds up his hand, shaking his head, his eyes slightly wider than usual. "Just -- stop. Are you okay?" He moves closer to him, reaching up and gently turning his head so he can look at the cut that runs from his ear to his jaw, scabbed over but nasty looking. "Sit down." He guides him over to the sofa and nods to it.