Re: Roof, Hell's Kitchen: Clem, Bucky & Matt
[He tucked the arm behind Matt's back and under his shoulders, which did a good job disguising it to the naked eye. If anyone happened to notice the three of them limping along, they'd need to turn around again to see the expanse of scuffed steel along Matt's shoulders, and, stiff as it was, it could still pass for a prosthetic. As far as Clem was concerned, though, all he could do was keep a close eye on her, and watch for tails over the next few days. It would be obvious pretty quickly if she was anything more than she said she was. Still, at her stern request that he not drop Matt came the unexpected fragment of forgotten manners:] No ma'am.
[The flecks of blood on Matt's lips were what drove him onward. He was strong enough the the man's weight didn't wear on him much during the long walk to the walk-up. He kept his eyes up and scanning for witnesses. He'd faked the move of carrying a drunk friend home enough times, but still, there was a moment of quiet observation as they passed the edge of the alley and moved beyond.
True to his word, when they stepped into the apartment and Matt's weight turned dead and dropped, he didn't let him go. He grunted and hoisted him more firmly onto his shoulders, half-dragging him in the direction of the nearest door, guessing at a bedroom. He didn't pick him up by the legs - no need to risk opening those wounds any deeper - and he carried him with his legs almost off the ground until they reached the bed. He laid him in it slowly, on his back.] Does he need blood? [Then he was out of the room, going for towels and water to clean him up, raiding the cabinet for medical supplies.]