02-18-2017, 02:10 PM
Frisk released her grasp off the pole launching through the air and directly into Captain America’s manly embrace. She was so light, the Cap was barely knocked back from the impact.
“Are you ok ma'am?” He asked.
Frisk’s head was spinning like a hurricane, she grasped on to his chest to try to stabilize herself.
“What’s a strapping young lad such yourself doing a in a place like this?” She asked, her voice shaky but still somewhat voluptuous.
The look on Cap’s face was indescribable.
The awkward moment was thankfully interrupted by a sudden gust of wind that threw him backwards. The pair tumbled down the wet slippery roof. Just as they were about to go over the edge, Cap just barely grabbed a hand on the edge.
“Must... hold... on...” He said, his hand slipping with every passing second, until he felt the pat of Frisk’s tiny hand on his chest. He peeked down at her only to see her other hand pointing at the drainage pipe only a few inches away. “Okay, hold on tight.”
Frisk wrapped her scrawny little arms around the back of the hero’s neck. With that, he released his grip of the roof and grabbed both hands on the pipe. It was wet and slippery, be the cap was able to maintain a grip that slid them down at a safe speed.
After a few minutes, the pair landed at the bottom of the pipe with a thud, nearly throwing her from her grip. The building was providing them with a brief reprieve from the high force winds, so he had a moment to lay her down on the ground and inspect the bear trap situation.
“There should be a release switch somewhere.” Frisk said, noticing what the captain was doing. She reached over and pulled a lever on the side of the device, releasing its jaws from her ankle. “Found it!”
With lightning fast speed, she shot to her feet, much to the shock of Cap. She almost fell over when the shot of pain hit, but she almost immediately took a few limping steps forward.
“Are you sure you are going to be okay doing that?” He said, looking skeptical at her leg.
“Don’t worry, the winds only roughed me up a bit. It’s just silly little breeze!”
“That bear trap would have broken a normal person’s leg!”
“Well, that’s what we drink milk for.”
The little one held aloft her red soul, the heart shape glowing in the palm of her hand. She shifted around, paying attention to the flashing it would give off.
“Vision and Hellboy are in two different directions. Don’t they know you never split the party?”
“Kind of a normal occurrence from my experience.” Said Captain very frankly. “Also, you can track the others with that? What even is that?”
“It’s my soul.” Said Frisk, not giving her answer another thought. She aimed it towards the half-demon. “Let’s just head for Hellboy, work our way from there.”
She immediately started to move that direction, he quickly followed after, wondering what she meant by “it’s her soul.”
“Are you ok ma'am?” He asked.
Frisk’s head was spinning like a hurricane, she grasped on to his chest to try to stabilize herself.
“What’s a strapping young lad such yourself doing a in a place like this?” She asked, her voice shaky but still somewhat voluptuous.
The look on Cap’s face was indescribable.
The awkward moment was thankfully interrupted by a sudden gust of wind that threw him backwards. The pair tumbled down the wet slippery roof. Just as they were about to go over the edge, Cap just barely grabbed a hand on the edge.
“Must... hold... on...” He said, his hand slipping with every passing second, until he felt the pat of Frisk’s tiny hand on his chest. He peeked down at her only to see her other hand pointing at the drainage pipe only a few inches away. “Okay, hold on tight.”
Frisk wrapped her scrawny little arms around the back of the hero’s neck. With that, he released his grip of the roof and grabbed both hands on the pipe. It was wet and slippery, be the cap was able to maintain a grip that slid them down at a safe speed.
After a few minutes, the pair landed at the bottom of the pipe with a thud, nearly throwing her from her grip. The building was providing them with a brief reprieve from the high force winds, so he had a moment to lay her down on the ground and inspect the bear trap situation.
“There should be a release switch somewhere.” Frisk said, noticing what the captain was doing. She reached over and pulled a lever on the side of the device, releasing its jaws from her ankle. “Found it!”
With lightning fast speed, she shot to her feet, much to the shock of Cap. She almost fell over when the shot of pain hit, but she almost immediately took a few limping steps forward.
“Are you sure you are going to be okay doing that?” He said, looking skeptical at her leg.
“Don’t worry, the winds only roughed me up a bit. It’s just silly little breeze!”
“That bear trap would have broken a normal person’s leg!”
“Well, that’s what we drink milk for.”
The little one held aloft her red soul, the heart shape glowing in the palm of her hand. She shifted around, paying attention to the flashing it would give off.
“Vision and Hellboy are in two different directions. Don’t they know you never split the party?”
“Kind of a normal occurrence from my experience.” Said Captain very frankly. “Also, you can track the others with that? What even is that?”
“It’s my soul.” Said Frisk, not giving her answer another thought. She aimed it towards the half-demon. “Let’s just head for Hellboy, work our way from there.”
She immediately started to move that direction, he quickly followed after, wondering what she meant by “it’s her soul.”
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