@amazonluthor asked : ” I– Can I– I don’t know, can I hug you? ” / for stark

periwinkle baby blues blink. stark doesn’t comprehend the idea of comfort. stark doesn’t imagine the idea of someone making him feel better if he’s having a bad time. he just doesn’t. there’s no computing the idea that he’s even worthy of the idea. why bother? it’s just going to pass and—

the man of iron gestures inward to say yes, leaning heavy on a crutch to stay up. damage to one side’s prosthetics leave her repairing the mess and therefore without for the moment. just two ravaged, smoothed stumps of scar tissue carefully covered by a seemingly thin, intuitive cap of netting stretched over them. she balances excellently on her remaining organic limb— left leg— one scarlet and grey arm clutching. she’s gotten good at hopping around like it’s second nature until she’s reassembled.

“ i’d love one, actually. ”

& for alana :')

“ they don ‘ t hurt. anymore. they — they don’t hurt anymo — more. “

she trips head over heels when she speaks , tongue as stitched together as the sutures that hold her flesh close enough to seal. she is healing yet still. the process is sluggish — a set of prosthetic arms and a left leg mimicking flesh. nanite technology created by none other than the brilliant lillian luthor.

her demolished cheek is a terrible scarlet , shiny with crimson metal. it ‘ s molten into her face. a warrior whose scars are all worn for everyone to see. her smile is right and small , but honest. her shoulder does not jerk at the thick , banded seam.

“ i can ‘ t feel it. “

@amazonluthor​ asked :  “I am so proud of you”

a sheepish little grin sneaks out from stark ‘ s mouth without his permission. that ‘ s how it goes. the sound of that -- i am so proud of you -- never quite lands right with her. not in a bad way ! not in a bad way. he always has to remind. but she can duck her head sheepishly and try to control the rapidly bursting capillaries leaving tiny fuchsia hues across her cheeks. and then anything -- anything -- within his control just wasn ‘ t anymore.

it ‘ s a big statement ! 

“ th -- uh -- tha -- thuh -- thanks. you , too. -- me ! me ! i ‘ m proud of you , too. “

see ? he can get there.