Patsy Walker

❈ℋᴇʟʟᴄᴀᴛ❈ ❝Mʏ ʀᴇᴀʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪs Pᴀᴛsʏ Wᴀʟᴋᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ I ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ sᴜᴘᴇʀ ʜᴇʀᴏ.❞

The cosmic joke that is my life continues.

About to get some of this hell—

My hero!

I think that would be best, yes.

Cheese and crackers this is embarrassing.

I'm already weak at the knees.

It would. It truly would.

. . . Invitation.

feel free to come **** the sin outta me anytime. . . . . I mean, what?

"You're not fine." She shot back with an eyeroll as she set about cleaning the bloodied patches. "I'm not letting you die before we even get to give this relationship half a chance."

"Hmm." She had also brought a bowl of warm water and a cloth to patch him up a little. "Lemme clean you up and bandage your wounds while you drink your tea, okay?"

She first handed him the painkillers and a glass of water. "What happened last night?"

She's already on it! Carrying a tray with tea and a side of painkillers through to him.

Can she do anything for him?

"He's so cute."

Hellcatting.

If I'm still single by February 14th I'm publishing my inbox. Then we can all be single.

"Aww, always a gracious host." She took a long sip of coffee and sighed. "How are things, Matt?"

Why would she get it fixed when she can just come here? She poured a cup and then an extra cup for him. Sliding it over. "Coffee?"

Her own coffee machine is on the fritz. Other than that life has been pretty good, what about for himself?