in the apartment
Hobie, mask in hand, was panting as he looked down at the body of the woman who had been his lover, his everything, and then his nothing. For a man who didn’t believe in consistency, his devotion to this girl was the most consistent thing he’d had in his life. It scared him, then and now, and it was what would push them over the edge into the relationship he now called “strangers that once knew each other”. Shaking his head, he realized that though she might be a stranger now, she was definitely going to bleed out and die if he didn’t do anything. He quickly got to work with the first aid skills he picked up from working in the Spider Society HQ. It wasn’t the best and definitely was not neat, but he was able to patch her up in some sort of way to transport her back to his apartment. The apartment where they had shared so many firsts, including- No. He shouldn’t think about that.
He cradled her body gently, which would’ve been amusing to any observer seeing this man decked out with spikes and safety pins, carrying the body of this woman like a baby, even gentler than he was with Mayday. He took her into his portal, landing in his universe, next to his apartment. As he opened the door (he didn’t believe in locking it), he realized that he had nowhere else to put her except his bed. He didn’t really like couches and preferred cushions on the ground laid around the place to accommodate however many people, but that was not the ideal situation for a woman bleeding in his arms. He laid her down on the bed and realized though he wasn’t skilled enough to help her, he knew someone who might be.
“Hello?” A gruff voice answered the phone, one rough from sleepless nights caused by a terrifying toddler. “Peter, my guy! Got a bit of question for ya. What would’ya do if someone got knifed in…well everywhere?” Hobie drummed his fingers on his thighs and paced around his apartment, unable to contain his nervous energy. “Hobie, you woke me up from my only nap in two days to ask about first aid? Who got hurt? Take them to HQ or a hospital!” Hobie sucked the air through his teeth, shaking his head at the situation. “Nah, the hospitals ‘round here are dodgy and she’s not the kind of person I can take to HQ, so I was thinkin’-” He stopped in the middle of his sentence and hung up on Peter as he heard a crash come from his bedroom. He called her name, gliding over to his bedroom, and was taken by surprise as he was subsequently shoved against the nearest wall.
She was all fire, knife at his throat, chest heaving with her right knee dangerously close to his crotch. “What the hell am I doing here, in your bed, in your universe?!” She put up a good front, but Hobie knew her too well. He knew this was taking a Herculean effort, as blood started streaming through the bandages on her side and her skin was two shades too pale. He put his hands up all the same, mentally willing her to take her knee off him as the scene was starting to turn him on, no matter how deadly his ex-turned-enemy appeared to be. “Jus’ savin’ your life, nothin’ special.” He smirked at her, all the old feelings rushing back as he took in the force of her presence. His phone started ringing on the table and he could just make out the name “Miguel DO NOT ANSWER” written on the screen. “No, no, no, you are not going to answer that. You are going to get me some bandages, and then you are going to explain to me why I shouldn’t kill you where you stand.” She exclaimed, her breath coming out harsher than intended as she realized how incredibly wrong her last sentence was. She didn’t want to kill him, not at all, but she couldn’t look weak in front of the man she had pined for so long, just to be rejected because of his ‘commitment issues’. He wordlessly ducked her knife and gave her the bandages. Hobie plopped down on the floor, more out of exhaustion than obedience, and wished this day was already over. “Start from the beginning, Hobie. I won’t have anything but the truth.”