Shitposting Smartass

The trip to Hell was a success. Peter was back. Wade was off going to tell MJ the good news and get Merc to come back to Nuke's apartment. It was all going smoothly-

Enough.

Though Nuke immediately had to pop them into his bathroom, and he immediately threw up into the toilet, groaning and flushing it before standing back up on shaky legs. He didn't bother stripping before stepping into the shower, pressing his head against it and lazily fixing the temperature of the water.

He just let it run over his body, rinsing off the gross from Hell. He...didn't even bother unwrapping the chain whip from his middle, focusing on keeping his breathing even.

@bstandsforbabydaddy

Hey...

*Peter pulls open the shower curtain, Nuke's phone in his hand.*

I'm trying to text Merc, he's got first aid skills. And Venom, so...

*He watches Nuke standing in the water.*

Here, fuck. Let me help.

*he hasn't even put on clothes, he walked out of Hell naked and covered in grime. They both smell like sulphur but Nuke has a pleasant layer of sewer rat and guts overlaying it.*

*Peter's got a circular wound healing on his chest, red and scabbed over and surrounded by a blue and purple, veiny contusion that looks nearly fresh.*

*he puts his hands on Nuke's back, stepping behind him under the water.*

Should we get your boots off first? Then work on the whip and the clothes?

He blinked, like he had to come back to the current moment.

"Yeah, boots would be good to get off."

He shifted slightly, though it was definitely taking him a bit to dislodge his boots. He winced, managing to get both boots off and setting them to the side.

"Mm...yeah definitely in the kidney."

He takes a deep breath.

"I...uh, I might need help washing up. Not to make you do it fresh out of hell but I'm a little..."

Fucked up. Sure his body was already working to heal it all properly, but it was just a collection of scabs at the moment, the flesh underneath trying to close up but not having had enough fuel to.

That's why I'm here, baby.

*he helps him pull the boots off and leans out to put them in the sink so the water drains.*

Let's try to get you clean and patched up. It's the least I can do. I'm a mess, too, so I might as well shower with you, right?

*he's trying to be reassuring without doing the martyr/hero thing, he really just wants to help. Nuke just fought his way through hell for Peter, it's the least he can do.*

Here, let me help you out of your shirt. Do we need to cut off around the whip?

He nodded.

"Could probably unwrap it now, just feed it through the hole already there when you take it off. Just couldn't in Hell cause it was a hazard."

He fiddled with the whip some before managing to get it to start to unwrap.

"Ok, got it started. You can probably figure it out the rest of the way. My brain's not particularly happy being used for thinking anymore."

Which was a shame, since something was nagging at him that he still wasn't able to rest yet.

Ok, you don't have to.

*Peter unwraps the whip, carefully unhooking the barbs from Nuke's clothes and skin.*

Damn. This thing is nasty. Could you have picked a more complicated weapon?

*He gets to the end, holding the handle and the looped whip.*

Okay, I'll just hold it while we get your shirt off. Here, easy does it-

*He helps nuke out of the shirt with his free hand.*

The whip itself, thankfully, wasn't as eager to interlock at the moment and so it was able to be unwrapped, able to be fed back through as he took his shirt off.

It was still obvious that it was stuck deep in him, though, as he winced anytime it was accidentally tugged.

"Ok... shirt's off...guess I can just, uh, hold it?"

The whip, he means. He doesn't know what to do with it otherwise.

The trip to Hell was a success. Peter was back. Wade was off going to tell MJ the good news and get Merc to come back to Nuke's apartment. It was all going smoothly-

Enough.

Though Nuke immediately had to pop them into his bathroom, and he immediately threw up into the toilet, groaning and flushing it before standing back up on shaky legs. He didn't bother stripping before stepping into the shower, pressing his head against it and lazily fixing the temperature of the water.

He just let it run over his body, rinsing off the gross from Hell. He...didn't even bother unwrapping the chain whip from his middle, focusing on keeping his breathing even.

@bstandsforbabydaddy

Hey...

*Peter pulls open the shower curtain, Nuke's phone in his hand.*

I'm trying to text Merc, he's got first aid skills. And Venom, so...

*He watches Nuke standing in the water.*

Here, fuck. Let me help.

*he hasn't even put on clothes, he walked out of Hell naked and covered in grime. They both smell like sulphur but Nuke has a pleasant layer of sewer rat and guts overlaying it.*

*Peter's got a circular wound healing on his chest, red and scabbed over and surrounded by a blue and purple, veiny contusion that looks nearly fresh.*

*he puts his hands on Nuke's back, stepping behind him under the water.*

Should we get your boots off first? Then work on the whip and the clothes?

He blinked, like he had to come back to the current moment.

"Yeah, boots would be good to get off."

He shifted slightly, though it was definitely taking him a bit to dislodge his boots. He winced, managing to get both boots off and setting them to the side.

"Mm...yeah definitely in the kidney."

He takes a deep breath.

"I...uh, I might need help washing up. Not to make you do it fresh out of hell but I'm a little..."

Fucked up. Sure his body was already working to heal it all properly, but it was just a collection of scabs at the moment, the flesh underneath trying to close up but not having had enough fuel to.

That's why I'm here, baby.

*he helps him pull the boots off and leans out to put them in the sink so the water drains.*

Let's try to get you clean and patched up. It's the least I can do. I'm a mess, too, so I might as well shower with you, right?

*he's trying to be reassuring without doing the martyr/hero thing, he really just wants to help. Nuke just fought his way through hell for Peter, it's the least he can do.*

Here, let me help you out of your shirt. Do we need to cut off around the whip?

He nodded.

"Could probably unwrap it now, just feed it through the hole already there when you take it off. Just couldn't in Hell cause it was a hazard."

He fiddled with the whip some before managing to get it to start to unwrap.

"Ok, got it started. You can probably figure it out the rest of the way. My brain's not particularly happy being used for thinking anymore."

Which was a shame, since something was nagging at him that he still wasn't able to rest yet.

Ok, you don't have to.

*Peter unwraps the whip, carefully unhooking the barbs from Nuke's clothes and skin.*

Damn. This thing is nasty. Could you have picked a more complicated weapon?

*He gets to the end, holding the handle and the looped whip.*

Okay, I'll just hold it while we get your shirt off. Here, easy does it-

*He helps nuke out of the shirt with his free hand.*

The whip itself, thankfully, wasn't as eager to interlock at the moment and so it was able to be unwrapped, able to be fed back through as he took his shirt off.

It was still obvious that it was stuck deep in him, though, as he winced anytime it was accidentally tugged.

"Ok... shirt's off...guess I can just, uh, hold it?"

The whip, he means. He doesn't know what to do with it otherwise.

The trip to Hell was a success. Peter was back. Wade was off going to tell MJ the good news and get Merc to come back to Nuke's apartment. It was all going smoothly-

Enough.

Though Nuke immediately had to pop them into his bathroom, and he immediately threw up into the toilet, groaning and flushing it before standing back up on shaky legs. He didn't bother stripping before stepping into the shower, pressing his head against it and lazily fixing the temperature of the water.

He just let it run over his body, rinsing off the gross from Hell. He...didn't even bother unwrapping the chain whip from his middle, focusing on keeping his breathing even.

@bstandsforbabydaddy

Hey...

*Peter pulls open the shower curtain, Nuke's phone in his hand.*

I'm trying to text Merc, he's got first aid skills. And Venom, so...

*He watches Nuke standing in the water.*

Here, fuck. Let me help.

*he hasn't even put on clothes, he walked out of Hell naked and covered in grime. They both smell like sulphur but Nuke has a pleasant layer of sewer rat and guts overlaying it.*

*Peter's got a circular wound healing on his chest, red and scabbed over and surrounded by a blue and purple, veiny contusion that looks nearly fresh.*

*he puts his hands on Nuke's back, stepping behind him under the water.*

Should we get your boots off first? Then work on the whip and the clothes?

He blinked, like he had to come back to the current moment.

"Yeah, boots would be good to get off."

He shifted slightly, though it was definitely taking him a bit to dislodge his boots. He winced, managing to get both boots off and setting them to the side.

"Mm...yeah definitely in the kidney."

He takes a deep breath.

"I...uh, I might need help washing up. Not to make you do it fresh out of hell but I'm a little..."

Fucked up. Sure his body was already working to heal it all properly, but it was just a collection of scabs at the moment, the flesh underneath trying to close up but not having had enough fuel to.

That's why I'm here, baby.

*he helps him pull the boots off and leans out to put them in the sink so the water drains.*

Let's try to get you clean and patched up. It's the least I can do. I'm a mess, too, so I might as well shower with you, right?

*he's trying to be reassuring without doing the martyr/hero thing, he really just wants to help. Nuke just fought his way through hell for Peter, it's the least he can do.*

Here, let me help you out of your shirt. Do we need to cut off around the whip?

He nodded.

"Could probably unwrap it now, just feed it through the hole already there when you take it off. Just couldn't in Hell cause it was a hazard."

He fiddled with the whip some before managing to get it to start to unwrap.

"Ok, got it started. You can probably figure it out the rest of the way. My brain's not particularly happy being used for thinking anymore."

Which was a shame, since something was nagging at him that he still wasn't able to rest yet.

📱 : YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

📱 : I've missed you!!

📱 : I'm even staying lucid for you!

📱 : it hurts but it's worth it since I get to see you again!

📱: Yeah!

📱: I said I wasn't leaving and I meant it

📱: That means I'm always gonna come back too

📱 : I can't wait to see you!

📱 : you can't ever leave me! :D

📱 : I....anons and such are starting to push me but I'm trying my best to stay lucid I swear!

📱: Hah! Absolutely. Id crawl out of hell to make it back if I had to, trust me

📱: Can't wait to be well enough to come see you

📱 : YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

📱 : I've missed you!!

📱 : I'm even staying lucid for you!

📱 : it hurts but it's worth it since I get to see you again!

📱: Yeah!

📱: I said I wasn't leaving and I meant it

📱: That means I'm always gonna come back too

The trip to Hell was a success. Peter was back. Wade was off going to tell MJ the good news and get Merc to come back to Nuke's apartment. It was all going smoothly-

Enough.

Though Nuke immediately had to pop them into his bathroom, and he immediately threw up into the toilet, groaning and flushing it before standing back up on shaky legs. He didn't bother stripping before stepping into the shower, pressing his head against it and lazily fixing the temperature of the water.

He just let it run over his body, rinsing off the gross from Hell. He...didn't even bother unwrapping the chain whip from his middle, focusing on keeping his breathing even.

@bstandsforbabydaddy

Hey...

*Peter pulls open the shower curtain, Nuke's phone in his hand.*

I'm trying to text Merc, he's got first aid skills. And Venom, so...

*He watches Nuke standing in the water.*

Here, fuck. Let me help.

*he hasn't even put on clothes, he walked out of Hell naked and covered in grime. They both smell like sulphur but Nuke has a pleasant layer of sewer rat and guts overlaying it.*

*Peter's got a circular wound healing on his chest, red and scabbed over and surrounded by a blue and purple, veiny contusion that looks nearly fresh.*

*he puts his hands on Nuke's back, stepping behind him under the water.*

Should we get your boots off first? Then work on the whip and the clothes?

He blinked, like he had to come back to the current moment.

"Yeah, boots would be good to get off."

He shifted slightly, though it was definitely taking him a bit to dislodge his boots. He winced, managing to get both boots off and setting them to the side.

"Mm...yeah definitely in the kidney."

He takes a deep breath.

"I...uh, I might need help washing up. Not to make you do it fresh out of hell but I'm a little..."

Fucked up. Sure his body was already working to heal it all properly, but it was just a collection of scabs at the moment, the flesh underneath trying to close up but not having had enough fuel to.

📱: Hospital.

📱: no it's fine its

📱: Venom will take my kidney

📱: gimme a new one

📱: no wait-list just kidney growing

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