maskormenacelogs | Chasing Twisters [Robbie]

[Robbie isn't used to asking for help, like at all, but Daisy has been the exception to his rule for awhile now. And besides, considering all she dug up on him after literally one night (and all the info she had stashed in her van that he rifled through that same day), he knows she's good at what she does, even if he doesn't really know how. Or why.

Still, turning from where he'd been glaring out at their targets through the windows, he gives her an incredulous look.] How many people you think they've killed since they got out last time? [That's not like, actually why he's doing this. The Rider doesn't give a shit about crime prevention, just about settling scores. But it's a better argument than the truth.] And if they escaped once... [Listen. Just let him do what he wants Daisy!!]

And if you end up getting arrested? People talk, Robbie. People see things, if you haven't noticed by now.

This isn't LA.

[And sometimes she's glad it isn't. Opening her side of the car door, Daisy's a little surprised that they haven't been spotted yet.]

You wanna knock them out? Go crazy. Just don't go on a killing spree. The aim is to just get them back into jail.

[As soon as she closes the car door, purposefully loud, they turn to look at them.]

Don't make me regret letting you tag along.

[The problem with Daisy's argument is that he's been on a pretty heinously violent killing spree since the convicts escaped, and yeah it totally got noticed (Robbie's bad), but then the government straight up just rewarded him for it. So, not that he'd been terribly worried about the issue before (the gentle slap on the wrist SHIELD had ended up giving him has certainly shaped his attitude since back when he'd been so paranoid about being found out), but he's especially blasé about the possibility of consequences under these circumstances.

So he gets out in just as much of a huff as she had, slamming his door as well. Both of the convicts Daisy has tracked down collect themselves after a moment of looking like deer caught in the literal headlights, one of them going for a gun, the other one looking torn between bolting and sticking around to kill what are obviously two imPorts.

Robbie is just as unconcerned by the weapon as he is by the idea of consequences for his recent crimes.]

Let me? I was the one who invited you in the first place!

[Honestly, how can one woman drive him so completely up a wall and still manage to be one of the like 6 people alive he actually gives a damn about? Honestly. Honestly.]

[Well considering Daisy's dealt with another gun wound recently, she's not to keen on the idea of having a repeat scenario at the moment. As soon as he reaches for the gun, Daisy used her power to break apart the weapon in his hand.]

And we wouldn't be here if it wasn't for my car.

[They're both petty af.

They both seemed irritated that Daisy just ruined their toy because now they're stalking their way over. Clearly ready to get into a fight.]

Are you two seriously that dumb?

[Ouch. A low blow.

When they approach, Robbie's almost grateful. He flexes his fingers and cracks his neck, squaring his shoulders up. He can feel his blood running hot under his skin, hotter than it should if he wants to keep his demons to himself. He knows his eyes have lit up of their own accord.

The Rider wants this. He wants this. Both men are murderers, he can tell, he can almost smell it in the air between them like a physical stink. One killed his own parents to get their savings, then his brother to try and cover it up, the other preyed on the clients who came to him for help. Neither has any regrets, save for getting caught. He can't think of two people who deserve vengeance more than them, at the moment. Pointedly:]

Too stupid to live, if you ask me.

[Literally no one asked you, Robbie.]

[Daisy does a double take when she hears his neck crack. Oh my god, Robbie. Daisy all but rolls her eyes at the show he puts on for them. Yes, you're intimidating. Not as intimidating as when you turn into a flaming skull though.]

Remember what I said literally five seconds ago?

[Probably should stop talking considering one of them just took a swing at her, which she just barely managed to block. Throwing a punch at them, Daisy cheated by using her powers to really knock them on their ass. Except they got up so fast it was almost as if nothing happened.

Oh crap. They had powers.]

Forget what I said five seconds ago.

[Robbie doesn't waste any time. As soon as they're on their feet they both go straight for Daisy again, but he charges into the fray before they're on top of her and tackles one of them to the pavement by slamming a shoulder into his midsection and pushing. He stands his ground better than anyone should be able to against Robbie, but they both go down in a tangle of limbs sooner or later.

Daisy's got the other one handled, he assumes, so instead of getting up and turning around to make sure, he straddles his guy and starts punching. Mostly aiming for the face.

He doesn't stop.]

[Grabbing for the guy's arm when he took a swing at her, Daisy had just managed to use his momentum against him in order to slam him into the ground. Knee pressing against his arm with the weapon in an attempt to use his pressure point to get him to drop it, Daisy looked up to see him whaling on the other guy. To the point that the guy clearly isn't put up a fight anymore

In fact she's pretty sure he's passed out at this point.]

Robbie stop!

[Apparently the guy she was fighting took that as his opportunity to slash at her arm with his knife which effectively made her loosen her grip on him. Instinctively she brought her hand up to the area he hit as she fell backwards to get away from him.

Being as vulnerable as she was, the guy stood up and went for it again. On her back, Daisy brought her leg up in an attempt to knock his hand away but not before he got her on the back of her thigh. That was enough for her to use her power to send him flying backwards.

Incoming, Robbie!]

[Robbie doesn't react at first. There's only really one voice that can reach through the Rider's control and wrench him back out, but luckily for the both of them, he hasn't given it up completely to the devil yet by the time Daisy starts yelling.

He punches one last time before looking up, breathing hard and fast, his eyes bright like fire. Then he sees the body flying towards him.

He ducks back, standing up in one smooth motion just as the inmate hits, but he manages to avoid doing more than staggering over a few steps. He grabs the back of the man's head as his knife blade goes whizzing just past his neck (close enough that he can feel it, without it breaking skin), and he twists to slams the inmate's face as hard as he can right into the pavement. There's a horrible, cracking squelch noise as the guy's nose and teeth break on the hard surface, and following his wailing, gurgled cry, he doesn't even try to get back up. He only rolls over, clutching his reddened mouth.

Robbie looks back towards Daisy, blinking the fire out of his eyes and—shit.

Shit.] Daisy? [He forgets about the men, both still alive (but maybe not for long, if they don't call for help), and strides over to Daisy's side probably more urgently than he means to.] You hurt? [He sees the wet shine of blood on the pavement beneath her.]

[Well Daisy does try to get up to help him, so points for efforts? Except she doesn't get very far. Never been stabbed before, that was a new one. How sad is that, honestly? Daisy rolls onto her left side, clutching at the back of her thigh in pain. The slash to her arm didn't compare to the pain in her leg.]

Fuck.

[Does that answer his question? The blood was pooling around her leg but it was kind of hard to see it really with her jeans being black and it being night out.]

Asshole got me with his knife. I'd ask if you're okay but I think those two are way worse than you are.

[Yeah, she had heard the sounds that guy was making. Good. Asshole. Daisy's still on the ground too, rolling in pain just like they were.]

This is not what we planned for.

[When Daisy grabs her leg, Robbie's eyes follow. He doesn't know much about medicine, obviously. But what he does know is how to kill people, so he's more than a little aware that there's a large artery in the thigh that can bleed out very, very fast.

He doesn't waste any more time, simply leans over and scoops Daisy up off the ground without asking permission first, starting towards the car. He doesn't so much as spare the inmates a glance back on the way.]

You got somewhere to go for this shit here? A guy. Or whatever. [She'd been the one to ask if he had a guy, last time. So that means she does, right? He doesn't even think to suggest a hospital, he just sorta assumes she's got the same mindset here that she did at home.]

[The last thing Daisy is actually expecting him to do is pick her up and carry her so for the first few seconds she's pretty damn tense. Putting one arm around him so she didn't topple over, Daisy held the other one over the wound on her leg.

She should probably be concerned if Robbie seemed concerned enough to ignore the two guys he just beat the shit out of.

When he asks if she has someone that takes care of her injuries here of course her firs thought was Jesse. That would be the easiest and quickest solution to this whole problem, but she's afraid of what Robbie might do. Plus getting Jesse worried is not on the agenda for tonight.]

No. So unless you're suddenly a medic I think the hospital might be a good idea.

[She didn't think they hit the artery but blood was definitely coming out at a decent rate. At least from what it felt like against her hand. Should probably get something around that. Although the only thing she had in her car was her apron from work.

When they got to the car, Daisy reached with a shaky hand into her back pocket for her keys to unlock the doors.]

Might be easier if I'm in the back.

[Which is where she had thrown her apron the last time she had taken it off. She doesn't want to freak him out even more but she's definitely feeling dizzy right now.]

[It's a testament to how often he picks Gabe up and carries him that when Robbie leans over to pull the back door open, he manages to do it without jostling her. He slides her into the seat, stopping juuuust short of buckling her in because, yeah no, and holds out his hand for the keys.]

I thought you weren't about hospitals. [He talks, maybe just to keep her talking. She sounds like she might pass out any minute now, or is that imagination? He knows sleeping is bad for concussions, is it the same for blood loss? How has he gotten through life until this point, knowing so little about anything medical?] Gonna need directions to the closest one. Unless you got your phone on you, for GPS?

[Daisy hands over the keys as soon as she's in the back seat. She's not going to use a seat belt only because she's stretching out her leg so she could properly apply pressure to the wound on her thigh. She can already see streaks of blood and that honestly annoyed her.

Okay, so, slight possibility that she's in shock. Or even more terrifying, actually so used to this that it doesn't faze her. Leaning her head back against the window of her car, Daisy closed her eyes once her vision began to swim. Probably not a good sign, but, when is luck ever on her side honestly?]

Not when I'm America's Most Wanted I'm not.

[Which is to say she isn't here.]

You don't have yours?

[She's only irritated because it meant she had to move again, which she did and reached over to hand it to him. Yeah, that really hurt.]

Should call the cops with their location too. Say you found them like that.

[Robbie takes her phone, starting her car even as he pulls up the location of the nearest hospital.

It's close, at least. He backs up, barely resisting the urge to run over the nearest convict (the one that had managed to stab her, incidentally), and turns down the street. Drives casually, like they didn't just commit aggravated assault in the middle of the street.

Then, she tells him to call the cops. He grinds his teeth, debating the merits of telling her he'd rather just let them bleed out on the sidewalk, but he grudgingly decides it's not worth the argument right now.] Right now? [His tone paints the question as rhetorical. Well, that and the fact that he hits 911 before he even finishes scoffing. He can't believe she's determined to spare them even as she's gushing blood all over the back seat of her own car, but he gives the location to the operator anyway before hanging it up and taking the next turn he needs to.] You better not bleed out back there.

[Daisy honestly expected for him to speeding down the road like he normally does. Probably a good thing he wasn't because she'd go flying. She does brace herself with one hand when he makes a turn, hand grabbing onto the door as if it would really stop her from tumbling over if he had been going any faster.

She was a bit surprised that he actually called the cops considering how gun ho he was a few minutes ago about killing them. Apparently it takes Daisy bleeding for him to actually think twice about doing that.]

You know, you panicking is not helping.

[She'll just leave out the part where that's happened to her before. She knew the difference, that had been a lot faster than this. Although thinking about it on top of actually bleeding right now was making her feel a bit queasy.]

Besides, I'm pretty sure he missed the artery otherwise I'd be dead by now.

[Daisy doesn't own a souped up '69 Charger with a custom racing engine, so driving like he normally would is not only difficult but would feel all wrong anyway.

Still, he tosses an offended look up at the rearview mirror, half to see how she's doing and half because he's offended.]

I'm not panicking. [He is a little?? He knows how easy it is for people who aren't him to die. He's experienced it, and seen it, and caused it, and Daisy needs to stop sounding so out of it or he might actually put this car through its paces. Straight up drift it into the hospital parking lot like a lunatic. No one wants that.] And you sound like you're about to pass out.

Right, no, you always are so calm. Never have a temper or anything.

[Yeah because saying that will obviously help him stay 'calm'. She could feel the blood pooling around the apron takes it away to see how bad it was.

...Yeah, that probably wasn't good.]

I'll be fine, Robbie. I've had worse things happen to me.

[Yeah 'fine'. Just going to put the apron back around her leg and push it as hard as she can against her thigh.]

How far away are we?

[See? She sounds so calm and not at all like she might puke or pass out. Nope. Not at all. The fact that she's leaning her head back and closing her eyes? Pft. Just a little nap.]

[Coming from the lady whose death wish was slammed into his face at mach speed before, nothing she says is much of a comfort right now. He doesn't really trust that she's not about that life anymore, though she seems to be slightly more stable here than she was running around playing the lone wolf angle in LA.

He glances down at her phone, and the map time estimate.] Five minutes. [He leans in on the gas a bit, and luckily for her not sliding around the back seat in a pool of her own blood, there aren't hardly any other cars on the road for him to have to weave around. He alternates between watching her in the rearview mirror, glaring at the phone like its the reason they're not already there yet, and keeping an eye on the street in front of them.] You got a way you want to spin this when we get there? [Do Not trust Robbie to come up with anything halfway resembling a good cover story for why she's got a giant stab wound in her thigh, he is not the best at improvisation or lying in general.]

[Five minutes seemed like a long time from now, and she was honestly relieved when Robbie sped up a bit. While he's been checking on her, Daisy had opened her eyes again to adjust her leg. Wasn't there something about keeping something was bleeding at level with your heart? Her legs were a bit too long for her to really stretch it out straight but she at least tried to. Honestly she just looks a bit dumb.

At his question she tries to think of what excuse she could use, because giving the real answer wasn't an option.]

Could just say a guy attacked me and you pulled me away?

[Not her best excuse but give her a break. Daisy did a double take when she thought she saw the hospital behind them.]

...You just went past the hospital.

[Please don't smash her phone, Robbie.]

[Robbie swears semi-creatively, and without even slowing down he whips the car into a 180° turn, sliding all the way across the empty four-lane street as he goes. He misses the curb with a particularly egregious squeal of the tires, which spin hard enough that the smell of burning rubber explodes into the car and then they're off again, yes, straight up drifting into the hospital parking lot.

He doesn't look even slightly apologetic about any of that.

He doesn't smash her phone but does toss it irritably into the empty passenger's seat for being completely useless, before throwing her poor, abused car into park and yanking the keys out of the ignition. He gets out, and pulls her out of the back, even as a pair of nurses come running out to see what the commotion is.

He only barely doesn't elbow his way past them to get through the doors himself.]

She's been stabbed. By a guy. [Oh my god, Robbie.] In the leg.

[She wants to tell him to slow down when she nearly rolls off the seat, but her sudden yelp probably says that for her. The car stopped with a jolt and Daisy had just managed to push herself back up when the door is yanked open and she's being pulled out.

Of course he had to make a scene, didn't he? She doesn't have much time to give them a better explanation before she's being put on a stretcher. Way to make this even more dramatic. There was no arm stretched out telling Robbie to wait for her, but his ass better be here when she gets out considering he had driven her car.

She's in the ER for a few hours before finally being released. They had to give her stitches which was just awesome. What was actually awesome was the pain killers they had given her, and it was advised that she didn't drive. They even went as far as to wheel her out into the waiting room. Relieved when she saw Robbie still there, Daisy went to get out of the wheelchair but they told her they had to wheel her out to the car. Hospital policies.

Once in the car with the aid of the staff member that had wheeled her out, Daisy brings her hands to her face before looking over to Robbie once he's in the car. It's pretty clear she's a little out of it, half because she's exhausted, but also because of the medicine they had given her.]

I'm surprised you didn't bail on me and go finish those guys off. Or did you? It feels like I was in there for a day.

[The sight of her wheeled out of the building makes his chest tighten enough that he has to remind himself not to break her steering wheel by squeezing it too hard. It's not his car, after all.

But when she gets up to get helped in, the spell is broken. Her legs still work, it was just a stab wound, it's not like—it's just, not.

He clears his throat, concentrating on the view through the windshield instead of looking at her.]

Was just a couple hours. [Conveniently, he's neither confirming nor denying anything. He pulls out of the parking lot.] They drugged you up pretty good, huh?

[The thought hadn't even crossed her mind that he might be upset. Just because he wasn't exactly Mr. Show His Emotions very often. Unless his kid brother was involved.

Reaching over to put her seat belt on, Daisy leaned her head back against the seat.]

Yeah.

[Daisy let out a bitter laugh as she brought a hand to her face. She felt even more dizzy than before.]

I can't go home like this.

[Robbie shoots her an incredibly dubious look, though she probably can't appreciate it given her current state. One minute she acts like she's above-board and everything here is different, the next she's saying shady shit like this.

He knows that he never really knew her. He's not an idiot. But she switches constantly between being the girl he can recognize from home and being completely different here that it leaves him fumbling for the proper way to react to her almost constantly.]

Why the hell not? [Because she certainly can't keep wandering around like she is now: he wasn't in there, but he'd bet his Charger the doctors told her to stay off of her leg for at least the next few days.]

I really don't want to have to explain this to-

[Nope. Not going to mention Jesse's name. They had been working on moving in together, but for the moment she was pretty much constantly staying at Jesse's beach house. A place she could never bring Robbie to, and he wouldn't be able to see it anyway.]

I don't want to have to explain this to my roommates.

[To Jesse she means. Sure she could've gone to him and drank his blood, again, but he already had so much on his plate and he still didn't know the full details of how she and Robbie knew each other. She was ashamed of the things she had done to get information from Robbie, and it was hard to not be reminded of home with him around. It hurt to see that he was stuck here with his little brother still back home.

And yet here she was selfishly asking:]

Do you live by yourself?

No, I've got like three other roommates.

[What kind of crazy house did she get assigned to where she can't even go home with a wound treated at a hospital? Surely everyone is used to that kind of weirdness, around here. God only knows some of the shit he's said and done that people just seem to accept...

Or, he wonders, is this is like the whole SHIELD situation where she came to his house acting like she was on the run but the whole time everyone was on her side anyway and she was just being very... Daisy, about the whole thing.

(He is maybe still a little bitter about being bailed on (well, "bailed on"), womp womp.)]

[Great. Just what she wanted to hear.]

You with roommates, how is that going?

[At least from what she had learned about him, he was definitely the loner type. With the exception of his brother, he didn't play well with others.

Leaning her head back against the head rest, Daisy pressed the heel of her palm against her forehead.]

What time is it anyway?

[And how selfish would it be to ask him to just bring her back to his place instead?]

Edited 2017-02-27 04:10 (UTC)

[Robbie shrugs.] It's fine. [They're all nice enough people. Too nice, almost. Too nice to be living with him, at the very least.

And it's a little weird, either way. Reminds him unpleasantly of the couple years he and Gabe spent in foster care before he got them both emancipated, just getting plopped into other people's homes at random like that.

But he deals with it mostly by being out at his two jobs all day and doing extra shit like this in the middle of the night. Speaking of which...]

About two AM.

[He sighs, rolls his neck without actually taking his eyes off the road. He's not exactly tired, his body grew accustomed to lack of sleep a long, long time ago, but he's spent the last several hours high-key worried despite himself, and that shit gets exhausting.]

You gotta go somewhere, Daisy.

[He stops just short of an invitation. He remembers how that went last time.]

[Was it though? He never seemed to play well with others, or maybe here he felt like less of a threat was surrounding him all the time. Which would be foolish because when things went sideways here, they really went sideways.

Groaning when he told her the time, Daisy closed her eyes while he drove down the road. Maybe if she could just sleep for a little bit...]

I'll just sleep in the car.

[You mean the time that his brother threatened her? Right. He probably left that out when Robbie inevitably asked where she had gone.]

[Well, shit. Robbie lets out a small huff, letting his eyes drift slightly over towards her. The worst part is, he knows she would do that: fall asleep squished up into a car seat with a stab wound.

The girl is Ridiculous.]

There's an empty room at my place.

[He's not worried about pissing off his roommates, because they're all aggressively nice where he most certainly is not, but like. His brother definitely left all that out.]

You could even try sticking around this time.

[Daisy doesn't look over at him when he offers a room for her to stay in. She does let out a relieved sort of sigh in which she thought she said thanks, but didn't actually. Drugs combined with already being tired were such a great mix, obviously.

She does, however, open her eyes enough to sort of see him when he takes a jab at her.]

I didn't leave because I didn't want to keep an eye out for Gabe, or because I was ungrateful. Gabe knew who I was. He told me that I wasn't good for you, and I was trying to avoid having the cops called on me.

[Like how he thought she would avoid going to the hospital here too.]

I left because he wanted me to.

[Robbie's brow wrinkles, surprised for a moment, but... well, after the last thing that happened at home it's not like he can live comfortable in the assumption that his little brother doesn't notice like way too much, anymore.

And, well. They are related. Very related.

Sorry about the way Robbie raised his brother to be, Daisy.]

That little shit. [He doesn't sound particularly scathing. Amused, though, definitely. Not good for him—if he weren't, well, him, he'd laugh. Devil knows she's done her share of sinning, but by comparison... He shakes his head, turning back towards his place now. She never said she wanted to go, but she certainly hasn't offered up any better ideas, so that's what they're doing now.] Good to know.

Why didn't you say anything?

What? Like leave a note?

[She had thought about that, for about .5 seconds.]

You'd really want to deal with all of those questions he would've asked if you had defended me?

[Yeah because she deserves any of that. Just like she somehow deserves to have him take her in like this?]

Not that you have any reason to.

[Robbie snorts. Somehow, he can't imagine her doing something as unobtrusive as leaving a note. It just doesn't seem like her style.]

It's not like you didn't know where to find me after that, huh?

[He doesn't say it with any heat, though. It's not like it changed a whole lot in the end, didn't even really change the outcome of any of this since he'd offered his house up again regardless. It just means he's looking back on a few things differently, now...]

What did you end up doing about your arm? [He can still recall the snapping sound it'd made when she'd tossed that guy away from his brother with more clarity than he should probably be comfortable with.]

I came here pretty much right after that. Well, a few days later.

[Yeah, good defense Daisy. Shes not exactly all here at the moment which is pretty damn clear with the way her head just kind of flops back against the headrest.]

I grew a new arm when I got back here.

[AKA she drank her boyfriend's blood. Not from him because, obviously, that would be gross. She drank it from a vile he had put it in. Way less gross. Except totally not.]

How much longer till we get back to your place?

[There's a slight chance she might actually puke and she'd rather not do that in the car.]

Chasing Twisters [Robbie]

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