quietplacelogs | III. (open-ish) i said i've been through a lot of noise

III. (open-ish) i said i've been through a lot of noise

featuring: hotdog & his (close) cr
what's happening? frank is suffering from vaccine side-effects and has been ordered to go to the clinic to take care of it; meanttime max has arrived! and just undergone debarking surgery.
day: march 1 (night) & march 2 all day
content warnings: sick man, sick dog, the whine (not)heard round the world.
notes: if it's feasible that frank or micro would have told your character where he is, then feel free to show up. or if you are sick maybe you are unlucky enough to encounter this jerkbutt. hit me up if you want something specific!

march 1

[ after frank gifted jessica a lovely murder basket, she suspects he isn't feeling himself (joke's on her tbh.) since only just injecting him with the experimental drug that would (with any luck at all) make him immune to kilgrave's powers, she assumes frank's weird behavior is a side effect and sends him to the clinic to get checked out. after akira puts him on bedrest, he's open to visitors, and of course the first person he wants to see isn't a person at all. he texts hawkeye and micro furiously: ] bring me my fucking dog, you assholes.

[ okay, so he might be a little testy. once a sleepy max just out of surgery is brought to the clinic, too, the dog will lay at the foot of his bed, alternating between lazily guarding and even lazier dozing. frank hates being stationary. he hates feeling useless. the aches and pains are taking a toll on him, but not as much as the rising tide of frustration and irritability. even if he's usually not a chill guy by a landslide, today he's especially twitchy. he'll likely be up long into the night fantasizing different and creative ways to make kilgrave hurt. oh, hi kids. didn't see you there. ]

march 2

[ frank hasn't slept much. between the fever and refusing to take anything stronger than aspirin, he's sweating and out of it, an angry red rash climbing steadily up the back of his neck to peek out of his black jumpsuit collar. the blankets are on his feet, but he keeps kicking them off. he hates being sick, and he knows he's a terrible patient besides. maria always used to scold him for acting like a child; or worse than their actual children since they took being sick like a champ, just happy for the day away from school. he could endure torture and pain aplenty, max the dog had witnessed both first-hand. he lived in bunkers buried in the sand and traveled to countries that were just holes in the ground, but a little fever and nausea and he's ready to die. every time a cold shiver wracks his spine, he wishes for it even; picturing the bullet in his skull. the doctors telling him a shift in millimeter increment would have killed him. should have, even the way it is.

max is on the floor now, his big block head peeking out from underneath the cot. he watches the door, alerting frank to any new arrival with a tiny growl before shutting his eyes again. the noise little more than a rattly rumble from the dog's barrel chest. the message is clear: you take this one, dad. i'll get the next. ]

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[ frank sets his teddy down, looking at her bag and the haul she's no doubt about to share with him. he thinks of lisa and frank, cataloguing their presents from santa with him when he'd missed a christmas. and then another, until eventually it was their new years' tradition. and then they'd build a snowfort and go play with all their toys for hours and hours. he misses the snow, and not just because he's burning up.

the wall of text registers late and he has to bring his device close to his face to get it all, but then he's smiling, gesturing for her to pet max. he's dying for her to anyway if the expression on his face is any indication. frank slowly tries to start responding when she pays attention to the dog. ]

i love your outfit
don't worry about me
you can show me your stuff
his name is max

[ does that work??? jesus kamala. he's hopelessly endeared though. h o p e l es s ly ]

[Kamala doesn't waste a second. She's petting Max, scratching behind his ears, and generally being overly loving as always. She misses Lockjaw like crazy, but Max seems like a cool little guy. She's ready to toss all that love and affection she's been storing up at him.

It takes a minute for Kamala to peak at her device to see his response. She mouthes Max's name with a smile and goes for her bag. She pulls out the other three outfits she's secured. One is a lovely violet/pink dress for church functions, the other feature two sturdy pairs of jeans with a Captain America shirt resembling his first costume design, another with is a black shirt featuring the Ms. Marvel lightning bolt. That same symbol is on a blue and white hoodie paired with a plain beige jacket. Her laptop is set down after that covered in a million Captain America, Captain Marvel, Iron Man, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and various anime stickers. (Sailor Moon, Revolutionary Girl Utena aka all the roses are on it!!)

She smiles brightly at her haul before typing up a message.]

Cool, huh? I finally feel a little more like me.

[ he watches her unbox her stuff with a soft smile, he's drifty from the meds and everything else pumping through his system but this is helping. a lot. ]

so cool [ he draws his knees up to his chest when a chill wracks him, flashing his OK sign even whle wrestling with the blanket so it will cover more of his massive body. ]

[True to her word, Kamala takes this opportunity to help him pull that blank higher. She's going to fuss at every opportunity!! Once that's done, she types out a quick message for him.]

Thanks! I have all kinds of cool stuff downloaded to my computer, but tbh I just miss writing. I used to do it every night back home after homework. I want to get back to that even if it might not be the BEST use of my time.

[ he shoots her a grateful look for the help, reading her every word and letting it lift his spirits. ] what kinda things do you write? can i read it?

I write stuff for school obviously, but for fun I write fanfiction about superheroes or shows/games I like... mostly superheroes though. It's a lot of fun since they're basically walking soap operas so what I write isn't even unrealistic! I have it on my laptop if you want to check some of it out, but ONLY the top rated ones.

[Kamala gives him a firm look. She will not compromise on this. Everything he reads has to at least make the top five on freaking cool.]

[ fanfiction... about heroes? she's adorable. ] okay i promise. can i see now?

[Kamala nods a little too eagerly. Her parents never got what the hell she was doing except for the fact it was done after homework and seemed to improve her school writing so it must be okay??? She loves that he actually asks to read it rather than her rambling about it to be met with confused glances.

She opens up her laptop, starts cycling to through files until she gets to a pdf of one of her top rated X-Men fiction. Yes she converted them to pdfs if they did well. SHUT UP EVERYONE ELSE.

She hands over the laptop so he can start one of the stories.]

I think you'd totally be into Wolverine/Storm. I actually met Wolverine once! He's really cool and actually reminds me of you sometimes. He used to be able to do the same thing as me.

[She pauses to point to her skin. He healed too.] We got gyros together.

[ he holds onto the computer with one massive hand when she puts it in his lap, looking to her with something of a bewildered expression. once he's sure the laptop is steady where it is he'll set his device aside and sign at her instead, knowing the device will translate. ] But not anymore? [ he signs one-handed and scrolls with the other. what!! he's getting started on this right away even if he's 98% lost. ]

No. [She quickly signs back. Despite her text walls, Kamala has been practicing signing. She's working on getting comfortable using it. Kamala types out the rest since it's a bit longer.]

I didn't ask why. I think the answer won't be a good one and we weren't there to chat about bad stuff that happened to him, you know?

[ he splits his attention between the story and her words on his device. ] You were there to eat sandwiches. [ seems legit. frank loves sandwiches. exCEPT fOR onES hIS BEST Bro didn't make him :'( rip ]

And other stuff. [Kamala admits reluctantly as she goes to lavish attention on Max. She can't imagine outright lying to Frank so she just doesn't.]

[ he's only a couple paragraphs in and he frowns at her message, turning his gaze back towards her. ] What other stuff?

[Kamala looks away like she's trying to hide something... mostly because she is.] He was searching for a kid who went missing from his school. I was trying to find the guy who kept kidnapping kids and whatever kids he kidnapped recently. Technically she was on my list too.

The missing girl? [ he brings his device into his hands now, ignoring the story in favor of hers. it sounds like a doozy. ]

did you save her?

Yes. [Kamala hesitates for a second. She doesn't want to worry him about the trouble she gets into back home. It doesn't take long for her to dismiss that thought. She knows about the worst thing that ever happened to him and how he dealt with that. It wouldn't be fair to keep things about her life to herself. Besides, he'll stop her if he gets overwhelmed, right?

She picks up her device to start to explain.]

Wolverine helped me. By that point, the guy/thing that was stealing the kids knew I was looking into him and causing problems for his operation. He set up all these traps to see how strong I was. It was a huge thing, but Wolverine was super helpful. He gave me some tips on how to use it.

[Her healing factor. Of course there's more to it than simply healing.]

[ he clues into that more or less immediately. sorry about it, leaning forward as if to hear her better even if they're texting. ]

what else can you do?

[Kamala gets off the bed. It's easier to show than tell. She quickly types out a message to explain herself since this will get awkward otherwise.] Don't get weirded out. I have a suit underneath for this so I don't waste energy on my normal clothes.

[Kamala doesn't bother explaining more. She sets her device down and takes off her shirt, shoes, and jeans. She's wearing a blue and red modesty swimsuit underneath with the same lightening bolt that's on her shirt. She's also wearing old-fashioned wedding bangles on one wrist, fused together to almost look like armor.

She starts off small. The only hint something is about to happen is the way she starts to glow before she makes herself taller slowly so it's clearly an ability on her part. From there she makes her arms bigger and stronger by default before shrinking down to the height of his bed for a few seconds then back to her normal size. She holds up her hand to show she has one more move to show him.

This one takes longer, but the changes steadily come. Her hair shifts to blond, her eyes blue, and her skin pales. She doesn't stop changing until she resembles this woman. Kamala offers a playful salute before relaxing back into her normal form. She stops there to gauge his reaction.]

[ oh wow he is either super feverish, super high on his medicine, or... well no those things are happening but so is this. he has to blink heavily to bring her into focus and all the elastigirl stuff is cool, he has to admit. he blinks again though and when he opens his eyes a blonde woman is standing there. he gasps audibly, fuck ]

Jesus Christ. [ a gravelly whisper, and the clinic thankfully keeps them insulated enough that it doesn't put them in danger. warn a guy next time or something???? but after a moment he gives a weary little smile and holds up his OK sign. ]

[Kamala realizes her mistake instantly. She really pushed it too far, huh? She quickly signs a simple sorry at him before reverting back to her proper self complete with glowy effects. She slips her shirt and jeans back on once the show is done, settling back into her seat without putting her shoes back on. She'll get to it later. She wants to keep talking now.]

I got carried away! My bad. I just never get to use that last one. I try to keep it secret so I don't end up in the Red Room or something like that. I know I can trust you so I couldn't resist showing off a little.

[ he waits for her to get her stuff back on and sit down before making eye contact again. his eyes aren't as glassy now, more lucid as he regards her. though he mouths "red room?" whatever. ]

it's okay, sweetheart. those are some cool moves.
who was that lady you were for a second?

[Kamala holds up a one. Give her a minute. She'll get to that one.] Carol Danvers. I accidentally became her when I first got my powers so I figured I already crossed that line again?

[She grows a little more somber as she explains the rest.] The Red Room is a Russian spy program; the same one Black Widow graduated from. They used to kidnap little girls and force them to become weapons. Pretty sure Black Widow stopped them for good, but you know. Sometimes you hear stories on the internet about them not being as gone as everyone thinks so I try to take precautions!

[ he doesn't know carol danvers, but he knows the name black widow. he narrows his eyes. ] she's one of them right? the avengers?

if we get home, sweetheart, i'll make sure they're shut down. you have my word.

[ she said she trusts him. he wouldn't squander that. ]

Yep. They're the ones who made her what she is so she'd probably really appreciate that and you know all girls in general if all the stuff I read about them is even a little bit true.

[Which actually gets her thinking. She prays for them to reach after this place every day. She never factored in where Frank would fit into her life after this. Sure she got the part where her dad probably hugged him and tried not to cry, but what's life like after they're all grateful Frank did his best to protect their daughter/sister? Kamala frowns deeply.] WHEN we get home, we can still be friends, right? I know I probably can't see you in person like at all, but we can text or something. It's not going to be I don't get to see or talk to you again. Right?

[ that makes his heart sink, thinking of jessica again. it's best that kamala goes on one of her rambles because he can't temper all the sadness and rage for that right now. ]

i meant when.

[ when can i see you, frank? he swallows, glancing away sharply. he hasn't thought about going home at all. he knows everyone else has, that for some that's all they can think about. like david, with his family waiting there. frank isn't even sure if he wants to go back, the only people waiting for him are better off without. ]

we'll always be friends, sweetheart. [ he can promise that much even if he doesn't know what kind of interaction they could possibly have. he reaches out for her hand and squeezes it meekly. ]

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