“After the riot, I refused medical treatment. I didn’t need it, others did.” Jack shrugs. “I haven’t done anything too strenuous since then. Lifting Natasha, that’ll be what sets it off. She’s heavy enough, people will buy it. I need you to puff up the cuts on my lip and eyebrow, because they can’t cover those with makeup, and I need a good bruise somewhere on my face. That’s not what I’m talking about, though.”
He plucks at the unflattering bright orange of his jumpsuit. “These hideous things finally come in useful, and no one has seen me naked. I’ll tell people I didn’t want to admit the failing, that I didn’t want to seem… weak. The people that I work with? I guarantee they’ll buy that. Everyone just waiting for the first hint of blood in the water. It’s sick. They might think I’m stupid, and that’s fine, but they won’t think I’m lying. Don’t break skin. Deep tissue damage. If we don’t tell Natasha what you did, she won’t have to make the choice of whether or not to hurt me. I don’t think she’d hesitate, but this way she won’t have to take that on.”
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He plucks at the unflattering bright orange of his jumpsuit. “These hideous things finally come in useful, and no one has seen me naked. I’ll tell people I didn’t want to admit the failing, that I didn’t want to seem… weak. The people that I work with? I guarantee they’ll buy that. Everyone just waiting for the first hint of blood in the water. It’s sick. They might think I’m stupid, and that’s fine, but they won’t think I’m lying. Don’t break skin. Deep tissue damage. If we don’t tell Natasha what you did, she won’t have to make the choice of whether or not to hurt me. I don’t think she’d hesitate, but this way she won’t have to take that on.”