Ugh. so many of those prompts are /perfect/ for Gordlock, but I'm gonna go with: “You look like you could use some help.” because of reasons? I love your Gordlock, bless you for this pairing <3
13. “You look like you could use some help.”
In retrospect, tackling a man he could barely fit his arms around was probably not his greatest idea. When the man went limp in his arms and fell to the ground, taking Jim with him, he wasn’t so much surprised as chagrined to see Harvey walking over, tranquilizing gun in his hand.
“You looked like you could use some help.” Harvey pursed his lips, standing over the commotion as Jim finally sat back, everything hurting.
“I had him on the ropes,” Jim pouted, or as much as he could with a split lip.
“Uh-huh, and what possessed you to take on a 400 pound gorilla with fisticuffs?” Harvey arched an eyebrow, setting down the rifle and crouching next to Jim to peer at the severity of his wounds.
“He wasn’t 400 pounds when we started,” Jim muttered.
“What’s that?” Harvey tsked, deliberately nudging the already swelling bruise on Jim’s face. Also known as Jim’s entire face right now.
“Ow!” Jim flinched, turning aside. He sighed, “He’s one of Strange’s, he was… normal size when we started.”
“And you think that makes this better?” Harvey deadpanned, taking in Jim’s pummeled appearance, from black eye, to stream of blood from his nose and mouth, to the over all flushed and puffy complexion of his features.
“…sorry,” Jim mumbled, ashamed of himself in the face of Harvey’s concern.
“That’s what you’ve got the badge for, Jim,” Harvey shook his head, knowing this would fall on deaf ears, “That’s why you get to carry a gun. You know, they really ought to strengthen those gun licensing laws, make sure those fools qualified to use ‘em have the brain cells to know what they’re for.”
Jim tried to smile, but his mouth wouldn’t let him. “You saying I don’t have enough brain cells, Bullock? Ow ow ow!”
“Well, you certainly can’t afford to lose any,” Harvey squinted at him, “He didn’t throw you up against the back wall did he?”
Jim shook his head, gingerly. “No, I did avoid that. All of this is from before I climbed on his back.” He gestured to his face.
Harvey nodded. “We’ll have Lee check you for a concussion anyway. Then you’re coming home with me.” He stood up, then bent down to help Jim to his feet.
“You’re not worried about me now, are you, Captain?” Jim joked weakly, leaning heavily on Harvey as he stood up. Harvey sucked in a breath and Jim swallowed, wondering, worrying, but then Harvey spoke, “Nah, I just got a bag of peas with your name on it.”
Jim laughed, faintly, and nodded. “Of course you do. What, no prime rib this time?”
“You ain’t worth it, big shot,” Harvey snorted, leading Jim back to his car, “You get cut up too much, I can’t waste my paycheck stocking up my fridge with steaks for your shiners.”
Jim laughed, far too enthusiastically, and had to hold his jaw closed the rest of the trip back. He probably deserved that, actually.