[Run Of The Mill Pizza was rife with activity. Like any Saturday night it was fairly packed with people wanting to enjoy themselves. Yokai were ordering their meals, talking amongst themselves, and enjoying their food when it arrived. Paired with the music being piped in over the dining area, it was nice. Genuinely nice.
It only made the two teenagers sitting across from each other feel all the more awkward. They had been waiting for April for a while with no sign of her, or any response from her over text.
Peter leans back into the booth, desperately wishing he was in full costume to hide his expression as he tucked his phone back into his pocket.] I... I'm starting to get the feeling April isn't coming.
[Normally, Peter would be more than fine to hang out with Leo. In a group setting, or as Spider-Man on patrol.
Right now as Peter Parker, his rampant crush on the other mutant was making that excessively complicated.]
[April isn't coming. He's known it for a good fifteen minutes now, he just didn't want to acknowledge or say it out loud. But she is definitely not coming and this is a double cross that normally Leonardo would respect, but right now he's feeling very attacked.
He'll get her back. This is nice, and he can appreciate the effort, but he will get her back for this.]
No she definitely is not coming and this was on purpose.
[The meeting had concluded a few minutes ago, but Leo was still lingering and pouring over plans. His expression was tight, all Peter really wanted was to ease it.
Time hadn't been kind to any of them. The krang had taken over much of the world, which left the rebellion scraping desperately to get a foothold against them. The rebellion had some leverage now, they had taken a city back.
Things were hopeful right now. All Peter could do was keep hoping.
Peter leans against the doorway, casual as can be. He taps a foot against the hard tiled floor, a loud enough sound to pull Leo's attention to him.
A pleased smile curled across his lips as he twirls a dandelion stem between his fingertips. The yellow petals feel almost too bright against the low lighting of the base. Even the red of his suit felt dull in comparison.
The twenty-four-year-old smiles a little as he wiggles the flower at Leo.]
Got a minute? I was thinking we could go foraging.
[It's exhausting. The whole thing is exhausting. They've managed to scrape a city back into their control, get civilians that are left into underground basement bunkers for now, and everyone else set up with somewhere secure to rest.
But it's not enough. It's barely enough.
The meeting hadn't been much more than confirming what they already knew, routing supplies they managed to figure out how to source, and setting new teams for new tasks now that they even have somewhere.
But the tapping stops his thoughts. Who was staying behind-
Leonardo blinks up at Peter. Blinks at the flower - bright, so so bright against the low lighting, and a different color than the angry reds and pinks they'd gotten used to these years.]
What are we foraging for? [Not quite getting it, his head stuck in leader mode for now and looking back through the plans on the table in front of him.] I thought the other teams had it covered.
[Peter groans quietly, sitting up slowly as he listens to Leo's siblings shuffle outside of the medbay. He realizes he had fallen asleep against Leo's bed again. Half draped against the side and in his chair. A blanket was pulled over his shoulders by either Raph or Mikey at some point.
The low murmur of conversation is something Peter can pick snippets out of. He isn't terribly focused on it right now. Everyone else is shuffling to bed.
He presses the butt of his palm against his eyes as he tries to sit up.]
Sorry, if I squished you.
[He's more than sure Leo won't wake up for a while longer, but talking to him feels comforting. Better than sitting in silence.]
The whole situation, the whole fight and everything after was bad, enough his dreams are dark and expansive, purples and reds coloring his vision as the world goes mute and only the sound of metal clanging comes through before it quiets down again.
Everything hurts right now, and he's sure his shell and plastron feel different.]
...Wha? [Blearily and turning his head slowly, one eye bandaged over from one of the more direct Kraang punches.]
[Peter was tired, not exhausted, but drained from the day. The day wasn't exactly over yet either. They had a lot to do still.]
We have another group now running supplies to the smaller base. If things go according to plan we have a cushion because of that. So we can start shifting some of the overcrowding there or keep it for emergencies. [Peter says easily as he walks with Leo, the two at a comfortable enough pace. Even if Leo has a much longer gait now, Peter still finds it easy to fall into step with him.
The halls are shockingly quiet for once, usually a few people are bustling by or arguing on their way somewhere. Peter suspects because of what is happening in the mess hall. The holidays are getting closer, and people want to bask in it.]
That's just- in the air though. [He sighs a little.] I'd really rather not be talking strategy right now. I know you probably want to be done with it too.
[It's good to just walk like this. There's a lot to do still, but having Peter as a sounding board and metric for 'what's enough' is good sometimes. Leo gets caught up in his own head when it gets down to the nitty gritty. And if he slows his gait a bit so Peter can keep up with him still, who's to say.
But the sigh gets his attention, glancing over at his husband.]
I know. But - we have to. Sooner we get it done the sooner we can do anything else. [And when did that happen? When did he get so responsible?]
[With May mildly settled, Peter makes a point to gently pop his bedroom window open. A unspoken sign for his friends to come by. May had left for work, and Peter was alone in the apartment.
The whole weekend trip to Germany had been kind of wild. Peter was still trying to wrap his mind around it. The grander implication of being taken overseas by Tony Stark wouldn't really occur to Peter for a long while.
In the moment he was just settled on tired and giddy. He rolled back onto his bed, pressing an ice pack against his eye. He let his other eye close, just relaxing back into his blankets for the moment.
He was excited to show his friends the vlog he had taken of the trip. To even explain half of what happened.
He got punched by Captain America. That was cool and the worst all at once.]
[He'd been waiting to hear from him. Leo had been waiting for days to hear from Peter and he'd just... disappeared. Ghosted him. He knows they haven't gotten to know each other well, but Leo thought Peter liked him and the brothers? April probably knows something.
Probably.
But he went out to just.. check. See if maybe there was a missed signal somewhere. So if he goes a few twenty or thirty blocks out of his usual route, so what? But he sees the window cracked and doesn't bother knocking, just climbs to the windowsill and taps on the window twice before sticking his head through.]
[The first thing Peter is completely aware of is how much his ribs hurt. He breathes out a pained exhale, wrapping his arms around himself as he squeezes his eyes closed more tightly.
It takes him a second to realize the bed feels wrong. Not like his bed at home, or a guest bed at the lair.
He twists a little, wincing as he tries to sit up. His ribs throb and he bites the inside of his cheek sharply. He realizes very quickly this is a very sterile white room he's woken up in.
He tries to sit up but realizes he can't completely sit up. The cause being a heavy-duty handcuff keeping him chained to the metal bed bar. He strains against it, and the metal snaps apart with his strength.
He's not in his spider suit, but this feels very Spider-Man level situation. The borrowed clothes are not comforting, who put him in this?
[Leonardo doesn't know what happened. He's sure he's sleeping in bed, but it's not as soft as his best, and the lights are way too harsh. They shouldn't even be on, let alone this bright and loud.
It isn't until he opens his eyes and tries to sit up that he realizes everything is very, very very wrong. But he hears his name- his brother's names and that has to be-
He starts to move only to be stopped by the same restraints.]
[Sure, it was an indulgence, but Peter had been scraping by for the past year trying to rebuild his life the best way he could. Losing everything, losing everyone left him struggling to really live. Peter Parker didn't exist anymore.
He was trying to save a little money to manage online classes on college. He wasn't quite close enough yet, but eventually. He could handle the cost of a sandwich, that was what he was telling himself.
He deserved a god damn sandwich from a better deli than he usually went to. It was on the border of the neighorhood he was sort of squatting in, but he wanted at least one thing. He was telling himself that over and over as he walked down the sidewalk, sandwich tucked away in his bag.
He slowed to a stop as foot traffic seemed to slow. He sighs a little, rubbing at his face tiredly. It takes Peter a moment to realize he's at the mouth of the alley leading to Hueso's. The graffti held his attention for a little too long as people grumbled as they started walking around him now.
He stares at it, opening and closing his mouth before shaking it off to keep walking, keeping his eyes fixed sternly forward. Peter hits the end of the block before he realizes someone is following him.
The familiar flash of blue and green is enough to knock the air out of Peter completely.]
[It's been a year since New York was under the weird dimensional distortion. And then suddenly it wasn't. And ever since then, something felt off. None of them could put their fingers on it, but something just felt constantly wrong, a grain of sand in the back of their eye constantly, all the time. At home, on the streets, on patrol, it never felt right.
And then Leo had found the things in the other sleeper car. No one really knew or asked why it was prepared for a guest. Or why it already looked like someone'd been staying in it. Leo found a few things, but one thing caught his eye: a necklace. A black rope tie with a jade pendant tied into it. The minute he saw it, Leo didn't know what it was about but he knew it was his. It belonged to him. So he'd started wearing it. He didn't tell the brothers that feeling, but that maybe it'd help them find whatever was missing, figure out the source of that hollow in their chests.
He'd gone out regularly now outside of their patrols and antics, on his own just... searching. Tracing that feeling. Sometimes he'd feel something tug, follow it as far as he could but then it'd lead to Queens or Brooklyn and he'd stop. Too far, not without telling the guys and then he'd have to explain it all and he wasn't doing that.
He's debating Hueso's. Considering it deeply this afternoon because it's been a long day and really why shouldn't he treat himself? But then there it is. That feeling, stronger than he's ever felt it. He turns his head and sees ...someone. He doesn't know who it is, but it's someone he has to follow, he can feel it. Leo's sticking to shadows but he's not usually out here in daylight and it's difficult but he's watching closely.]
[Peter's been missing for long enough. The Hamatos don't know what to make of it, but they can track both him and his phone (two separate places), so while Mikey went after the phone, Don gave Leo the coordinates and a map ping because Leo does not know coordinates to Peter's tracker.
An abandoned warehouse, it looks like. They know Peter had been doing something, some kind of routine collaboration with another hero recently. Leo hadn't run into the guy or known anything about him, and the whole "brought from another dimension" was a little too convenient an excuse for why there was no information about him for Leo's liking.
So he walks around the area, before starting to call out.]
[The quiet that follows the call is eerie, only making the warehouse seem emptier somehow. The rustle of the wind outside of the building and the slow click of the door closing behind Leo as he walks inside.
The building has seen much better days. Old wooden palettes line the entrance, dirt and some garbage is crammed against the edges of the wall. The array of windows in the building have been boarded up from the inside.
A man's voice called out.]
And you must be one of Spider-Man's friends. One of his turtles.[The seemingly materializes ahead of Leo, just out of reach.]
[He sucks in a sharp uneasy breath as his head tips back, connecting with hard flooring under him. He feels cold and uncomfortable.
Peter isn't completely sure where he is, but he feels untethered in the moment. Uneasy. He doesn't really recognize his surroundings, and that's only making the brunette feel all the stranger.]
Leo-? [His voice is slurred, verging on sleepy. He recognizes Leo immediately, comforted by his husband's presence looming over him.]
What... what time is it? Aren't we... supposed to be up already?
[Peter is decidedly unaware of how much time he has missed, and what exactly his spouse has been doing since his demise two years ago.]
[It worked. His blood feels spicy in a way it shouldn't, his skin is on fire (Leo thinks almost literally when he looks down and sees the bright glowing light from the tattoos down his arm and hand even as the light starts to fade). But it worked. There's a body there that doesn't look wrong for the first time since he started these attempts.
So he crawls closer, hovering carefully over and his heart stops in his chest for a few seconds because that's him, that's him.
With the time to recover and rebuild, Donnie had the time to make Leo a proper prosthetic and not a repurposed one from his bots. He'd been annoyed when Leo showed up and needed a leg as well with no clear explanation. the missing bits inside are easier to hide at least. But his ninpo pulses wildly as the black and vivid angry purple of the ritual dissipate from the circle and Leo is left with... Peter. Whole and unharmed.
He swallows hard and touches his hand to Peter's cheek, tears in his eyes.]
Hey... Peter. It's um. I-it's like. Middle of the night.
[Was it a spur-of-the-moment kind of thing? Yes. Absolutely yes. Peter's semester had ended with high grades and the signs of another good semester to come.
So, it was a great time to get married, right? They were both twenty-one now! They waited the allotted time. Per May's (and distantly Splinter's own) instructions, the two had held off for two years.
It was something he and Leo discussed a lot, maybe too much. With how long they had been dating, well. It only felt natural to just get married already. Peter didn't see anyone else in his life he wanted more.
It was how they ended up in Vegas of all places, getting married after landing and making a beeline toward their hotel. A hotel Peter had booked based on loose suggestions from Happy with money Mr. Stark left Peter in his will.
Their very fancy hotel. Peter was starting to wonder if they looked wildly out of place or if he was nervous. He leaned into Leo as the elevator rose up toward the top of the hotel.]
I feel like we wandered into a movie set or something. [He muses with a snort as he relaxes against his spouse. Even mentally calling Leo his spouse, his husband left Peter feeling giddy.] This is way too nice for- me at least.
[Leo had dug out his disguise brooch as soon as Peter suggested they go on vacation. Celebrating his semester end with consistently good grades was more than worth it. And if they had a few private talks amongst themselves of why the rest of the fam couldn't come, well that's their own business isn't it?
Of course, him looking like Lou Jitsu's son had given the hotel staff and people walking around the wrong idea of whose money they were using for this trip. neither of them seemed to care about the misconception though. Leo raises his sunglasses to look at the elevator's fancy art painting on the ceiling.]
Definitely way too nice for me. [His husband. That's his husband he gets to say now, arm around Peter's shoulder and tugging him close.] You deserve it though.
It wasn't his first time, but the ninpo held him together, be it tentatively. He couldn't do much without seeming to glitch in place, like static on a TV and losing solidity. The last week had been the teenager struggling to retain some semblance of stability with no real luck. Something was wrong, and Peter's own magic was jagged and broken in places. The threads worn thin and tattered in spaces. The rest of the Hamato family's magic kept him present.
Peter being between spaces meant drastic measures had to be taken. Given he was still here by magic, magic should help as far as anyone could guess.
"There is no guarantee this will work, I hope you know." Had been Draxum's warning. Not that it really stayed with Leonardo. There was one thing the Hamato family was known for, it was innate stubbornness. Once one of them set onto something they tenaciously chased after it.
May hovered nervously in the background with the rest of the family as Draxum finished setting up the spell. Mikey fidgeted in place next to Raph and Donnie, both trying to help soothe him.
Peter was mostly propped up on some pillows, barely able it sit up. He had given his consent, wanting to see if this could help.
Given his lack of stability, Draxum had insisted on one thing. Only one of them could go. It wasn't a surprise to any of them that Leo stepped up quickly, immediately. His brothers argue with him, but there isn't much room to argue.
They need to act quickly.
Draxum checks twice before he commences the spell.
Peter smiles at Leo before the familiar blue magic overtook both of them. The energy swirls between them, sharp and new. A tug and Leo will find himself weightless falling between spaces.
Only to find himself standing outside of an old brownstone apartment complex. The door is ajar, a warm light glowing from within.
A gentle rain pattered down against his shell. The air is crisp, cool. A slight breeze picks up as the sky overhead darkens slowly. Leaves rustle on a nearby tree across from the apartment complex's entry. Puddles are forming on the sidewalk around him.
The sidewalk is silent, and the street seems to stop at this block, smudged by the rain. A faded part of what Peter likely remembers. The further out one looks from the building, the more indistinct it becomes.
The air is quiet, calm, the threat of a storm only distant for now.
Something lingers at the ajar door, a silhouette before its gone.]
["No guarantee it will work" didn't mean "it won't work at all". Leo held on to that hope as Draxum cast the spell, falling into nothing.
But the rain catches him off guard. It almost feels real, even if it is just his subconscious trying to make this make sense to his nerves. He walks down the sidewalk, a little in awe of how... empty and quiet it is. But the door is ajar, and the light is easy to spot in the darkness. He stands for a moment seeing the shadow gone.
[Peter can't stop himself from making a face, but didn't fight against the hold on his arm as he's led down the white-walled hallway by a group of two scientists and two men in tactical gear. This wasn't the first time he was led somewhere without any idea of where he was going. This was just the largest crowd he had been in.
The fluorescent lights overhead buzzed audibly to Peter. It was the most stimulation he had in weeks that didn't involve an experiment being done on him. The last two weeks had felt like they had gone on forever. Enough so Peter couldn't pin point what day it even was anymore, much less what time it was. Every scientist he interacted with never wore any timepieces nor had a phone on them. Peter had tried to find both with little success.
He didn't regret getting in the way to prevent Donnie from being captured, but it didn't negate the exhaustion Peter was feeling now. It didn't change the amount of experiments already done on him in the name of science for these people in SHIELD.
He expected to see a lab, but couldn't stop the confusion when they came to a stop in front of a cell door.]
What is this-? [He croaked back at a blonde woman with her hair pulled back into a severe bun. The woman doesn't release her hold on his arm. No one in the group responds. One of them uses a fob on the doorway before guiding him inside. All of them were tense in a way Peter couldn't quite put together why.]
[The lights are almost too bright. The noise is overbearing when the door opens, the shuffling and voices outside. Leo instinctively flinches away from it, trying to back into the farthest corner he can from the door. He'd duck into his shell, but they made sure he couldn't restraining his hands and ankles: thick heavy wraps around his limbs with short, massive chains to the floor so he couldn't run away either. He'd tried to make a break for it the first time they opened the door without much security. They did not make the mistake again.
So instead, Leo tries to make himself small and ...there aren't shadows he can hide in, unfortunately.
The lack of shadows means he can't hide the already accumulating cuts and bruises, the way there are cracks in his shell and plastron with haphazard surgical staples keeping them together as the blood dripped and dried down the hard carapace. It can't hide the muzzle either. He'd taken too many bites out of handlers trying to make him stay put.
A whine in his throat is the only indication that he's conscious when the door opens, not daring to look yet.]
[He could taste the blood in the back of his throat, he swallowed it down as he focused on just moving. The sounds of shouting, fighting, and screams overpowered the sounds of his boots against the old tile work. The fighting had mostly been quashed towards the dormitories, but the public spaces were still rife with conflict.
A riot has broken out, and the mob was angry enough there was very little way to reason with them. It was taking effort from every commanding officer and soldier to try to contain the violence rippling through the underground base.
He hadn't heard from Leo yet either, which didn't leave the brunette feeling all that secure things were going well.
Peter sucked in a breath as he banked a corner into the next hall, the fighting was unfolding just ahead. He could see the thrashing of bodies all vying to move forward. The shouting only gets louder as he draws closer.
Peter can hear his husband's voice amongst the noise. He moves to quickly run up onto the wall to move past the blockade of people. People shout at him in passing, but Peter ignores it to leap past them, landing amongst the fray of the main argument. His landing is enough to make a few people back off in surprise.
He can see Leo and Casey together, and it draws him towards them.]
[There was a lot of yelling. Some screaming, shoving. No guns had made it into any hands thankfully, but everything else was fair game. Leo had been at the center of where it started, someone coming to ask him about the rumor and it went downhill so fast from there.
The few people back off in surprise of Peter's landing, enough that Peter can see the way Leo is crouched down and leaning over Casey protectively, keeping his face from seeing the ret of the crowd behind him. But there's blood. There's so much red pouring from his shoulder right at the joint. His clean arm is clutched around Casey to keep him close against him, but his other arm... is gone. About two feet to the right in an unmoving heap with a blue hilted katana laying next to it and a smattering of rock rubble that dusted both Leo and the ground around him.
His breathing is panicked, eyes wide and unseeing. His entire body is trembling from the pain, the adrenaline and shock.]
[The further they got away from the base, the stranger everything felt in a way Peter couldn't completely define. This wasn't his or Leo's first solo mission off base, not by a long shot.
Rarely were they ever paired together, since at least one of them needed to be at the base keeping things running. The fact they were set together for this was just another odd angle to everything. A new colony seemingly popping into existence was the largest oddity of all. A whole new colony of just Yokai had made contact with them and wanted to arrange trade. Maybe even take on some of the yokai the Hamato colony had to ensure no space got too crowded. There were a lot of talks to be had about the topic.
First, they all needed to meet and see the base before there could be any big agreement. Representatives from the yokai only colony would come back with them to look over the Hamato colony in turn.
Mikey and Donnie had insisted the two of them would be the best fit for this. They were the face of the colony more often than naught, so they needed to meet anyone important.
Peter found himself smiling a little at Leo, reaching out to just catch his hand to hold onto. His bag bounced against his back with each step, a reassuring weight in the quiet around them.] Feels like we're running away from home the further out we get.
[It's easy to walk like this. Leo has the list of things they have to do and how he should act in his head while they walk. It's going to take a lot of convincing, probably, for a youkai only colony to feel safe allying with a mixed colony. But if it'll help both sides, then there's no reason not to try.
Still. It's almost nostalgic walking alone with Peter like this, traveling. He reaches for Peter's hand with his flesh one, giving it a gentle squeeze.]
Right? Just us, our bags, and supplies... Could go anywhere iiiiiif it wasn't the end of the world.
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First Date Awkwardness
It only made the two teenagers sitting across from each other feel all the more awkward. They had been waiting for April for a while with no sign of her, or any response from her over text.
Peter leans back into the booth, desperately wishing he was in full costume to hide his expression as he tucked his phone back into his pocket.] I... I'm starting to get the feeling April isn't coming.
[Normally, Peter would be more than fine to hang out with Leo. In a group setting, or as Spider-Man on patrol.
Right now as Peter Parker, his rampant crush on the other mutant was making that excessively complicated.]
Re: First Date Awkwardness
He'll get her back. This is nice, and he can appreciate the effort, but he will get her back for this.]
No she definitely is not coming and this was on purpose.
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Bad Future, Good Time
Time hadn't been kind to any of them. The krang had taken over much of the world, which left the rebellion scraping desperately to get a foothold against them. The rebellion had some leverage now, they had taken a city back.
Things were hopeful right now. All Peter could do was keep hoping.
Peter leans against the doorway, casual as can be. He taps a foot against the hard tiled floor, a loud enough sound to pull Leo's attention to him.
A pleased smile curled across his lips as he twirls a dandelion stem between his fingertips. The yellow petals feel almost too bright against the low lighting of the base. Even the red of his suit felt dull in comparison.
The twenty-four-year-old smiles a little as he wiggles the flower at Leo.]
Got a minute? I was thinking we could go foraging.
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But it's not enough. It's barely enough.
The meeting hadn't been much more than confirming what they already knew, routing supplies they managed to figure out how to source, and setting new teams for new tasks now that they even have somewhere.
But the tapping stops his thoughts. Who was staying behind-
Leonardo blinks up at Peter. Blinks at the flower - bright, so so bright against the low lighting, and a different color than the angry reds and pinks they'd gotten used to these years.]
What are we foraging for? [Not quite getting it, his head stuck in leader mode for now and looking back through the plans on the table in front of him.] I thought the other teams had it covered.
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After Rise Movie, yeet
The low murmur of conversation is something Peter can pick snippets out of. He isn't terribly focused on it right now. Everyone else is shuffling to bed.
He presses the butt of his palm against his eyes as he tries to sit up.]
Sorry, if I squished you.
[He's more than sure Leo won't wake up for a while longer, but talking to him feels comforting. Better than sitting in silence.]
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The whole situation, the whole fight and everything after was bad, enough his dreams are dark and expansive, purples and reds coloring his vision as the world goes mute and only the sound of metal clanging comes through before it quiets down again.
Everything hurts right now, and he's sure his shell and plastron feel different.]
...Wha? [Blearily and turning his head slowly, one eye bandaged over from one of the more direct Kraang punches.]
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Bad timeline, florting during vague holiday hours
We have another group now running supplies to the smaller base. If things go according to plan we have a cushion because of that. So we can start shifting some of the overcrowding there or keep it for emergencies. [Peter says easily as he walks with Leo, the two at a comfortable enough pace. Even if Leo has a much longer gait now, Peter still finds it easy to fall into step with him.
The halls are shockingly quiet for once, usually a few people are bustling by or arguing on their way somewhere. Peter suspects because of what is happening in the mess hall. The holidays are getting closer, and people want to bask in it.]
That's just- in the air though. [He sighs a little.] I'd really rather not be talking strategy right now. I know you probably want to be done with it too.
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But the sigh gets his attention, glancing over at his husband.]
I know. But - we have to. Sooner we get it done the sooner we can do anything else. [And when did that happen? When did he get so responsible?]
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The whole weekend trip to Germany had been kind of wild. Peter was still trying to wrap his mind around it. The grander implication of being taken overseas by Tony Stark wouldn't really occur to Peter for a long while.
In the moment he was just settled on tired and giddy. He rolled back onto his bed, pressing an ice pack against his eye. He let his other eye close, just relaxing back into his blankets for the moment.
He was excited to show his friends the vlog he had taken of the trip. To even explain half of what happened.
He got punched by Captain America. That was cool and the worst all at once.]
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But he went out to just.. check. See if maybe there was a missed signal somewhere. So if he goes a few twenty or thirty blocks out of his usual route, so what? But he sees the window cracked and doesn't bother knocking, just climbs to the windowsill and taps on the window twice before sticking his head through.]
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It takes him a second to realize the bed feels wrong. Not like his bed at home, or a guest bed at the lair.
He twists a little, wincing as he tries to sit up. His ribs throb and he bites the inside of his cheek sharply. He realizes very quickly this is a very sterile white room he's woken up in.
He tries to sit up but realizes he can't completely sit up. The cause being a heavy-duty handcuff keeping him chained to the metal bed bar. He strains against it, and the metal snaps apart with his strength.
He's not in his spider suit, but this feels very Spider-Man level situation. The borrowed clothes are not comforting, who put him in this?
He quickly sits up, calling out.] Guys-? Hello? Leo? Raph? Mikey? Donnie-?
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It isn't until he opens his eyes and tries to sit up that he realizes everything is very, very very wrong. But he hears his name- his brother's names and that has to be-
He starts to move only to be stopped by the same restraints.]
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He was trying to save a little money to manage online classes on college. He wasn't quite close enough yet, but eventually. He could handle the cost of a sandwich, that was what he was telling himself.
He deserved a god damn sandwich from a better deli than he usually went to. It was on the border of the neighorhood he was sort of squatting in, but he wanted at least one thing. He was telling himself that over and over as he walked down the sidewalk, sandwich tucked away in his bag.
He slowed to a stop as foot traffic seemed to slow. He sighs a little, rubbing at his face tiredly. It takes Peter a moment to realize he's at the mouth of the alley leading to Hueso's. The graffti held his attention for a little too long as people grumbled as they started walking around him now.
He stares at it, opening and closing his mouth before shaking it off to keep walking, keeping his eyes fixed sternly forward. Peter hits the end of the block before he realizes someone is following him.
The familiar flash of blue and green is enough to knock the air out of Peter completely.]
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And then Leo had found the things in the other sleeper car. No one really knew or asked why it was prepared for a guest. Or why it already looked like someone'd been staying in it. Leo found a few things, but one thing caught his eye: a necklace. A black rope tie with a jade pendant tied into it. The minute he saw it, Leo didn't know what it was about but he knew it was his. It belonged to him. So he'd started wearing it. He didn't tell the brothers that feeling, but that maybe it'd help them find whatever was missing, figure out the source of that hollow in their chests.
He'd gone out regularly now outside of their patrols and antics, on his own just... searching. Tracing that feeling. Sometimes he'd feel something tug, follow it as far as he could but then it'd lead to Queens or Brooklyn and he'd stop. Too far, not without telling the guys and then he'd have to explain it all and he wasn't doing that.
He's debating Hueso's. Considering it deeply this afternoon because it's been a long day and really why shouldn't he treat himself? But then there it is. That feeling, stronger than he's ever felt it. He turns his head and sees ...someone. He doesn't know who it is, but it's someone he has to follow, he can feel it. Leo's sticking to shadows but he's not usually out here in daylight and it's difficult but he's watching closely.]
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An abandoned warehouse, it looks like. They know Peter had been doing something, some kind of routine collaboration with another hero recently. Leo hadn't run into the guy or known anything about him, and the whole "brought from another dimension" was a little too convenient an excuse for why there was no information about him for Leo's liking.
So he walks around the area, before starting to call out.]
Spidey? You here?
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The building has seen much better days. Old wooden palettes line the entrance, dirt and some garbage is crammed against the edges of the wall. The array of windows in the building have been boarded up from the inside.
A man's voice called out.]
And you must be one of Spider-Man's friends. One of his turtles.[The seemingly materializes ahead of Leo, just out of reach.]
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Peter isn't completely sure where he is, but he feels untethered in the moment. Uneasy. He doesn't really recognize his surroundings, and that's only making the brunette feel all the stranger.]
Leo-? [His voice is slurred, verging on sleepy. He recognizes Leo immediately, comforted by his husband's presence looming over him.]
What... what time is it? Aren't we... supposed to be up already?
[Peter is decidedly unaware of how much time he has missed, and what exactly his spouse has been doing since his demise two years ago.]
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So he crawls closer, hovering carefully over and his heart stops in his chest for a few seconds because that's him, that's him.
With the time to recover and rebuild, Donnie had the time to make Leo a proper prosthetic and not a repurposed one from his bots. He'd been annoyed when Leo showed up and needed a leg as well with no clear explanation. the missing bits inside are easier to hide at least. But his ninpo pulses wildly as the black and vivid angry purple of the ritual dissipate from the circle and Leo is left with... Peter. Whole and unharmed.
He swallows hard and touches his hand to Peter's cheek, tears in his eyes.]
Hey... Peter. It's um. I-it's like. Middle of the night.
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Vegas Fuckery, yeee
So, it was a great time to get married, right? They were both twenty-one now! They waited the allotted time. Per May's (and distantly Splinter's own) instructions, the two had held off for two years.
It was something he and Leo discussed a lot, maybe too much. With how long they had been dating, well. It only felt natural to just get married already. Peter didn't see anyone else in his life he wanted more.
It was how they ended up in Vegas of all places, getting married after landing and making a beeline toward their hotel. A hotel Peter had booked based on loose suggestions from Happy with money Mr. Stark left Peter in his will.
Their very fancy hotel. Peter was starting to wonder if they looked wildly out of place or if he was nervous. He leaned into Leo as the elevator rose up toward the top of the hotel.]
I feel like we wandered into a movie set or something. [He muses with a snort as he relaxes against his spouse. Even mentally calling Leo his spouse, his husband left Peter feeling giddy.] This is way too nice for- me at least.
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Of course, him looking like Lou Jitsu's son had given the hotel staff and people walking around the wrong idea of whose money they were using for this trip. neither of them seemed to care about the misconception though. Leo raises his sunglasses to look at the elevator's fancy art painting on the ceiling.]
Definitely way too nice for me. [His husband. That's his husband he gets to say now, arm around Peter's shoulder and tugging him close.] You deserve it though.
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It wasn't his first time, but the ninpo held him together, be it tentatively. He couldn't do much without seeming to glitch in place, like static on a TV and losing solidity. The last week had been the teenager struggling to retain some semblance of stability with no real luck. Something was wrong, and Peter's own magic was jagged and broken in places. The threads worn thin and tattered in spaces. The rest of the Hamato family's magic kept him present.
Peter being between spaces meant drastic measures had to be taken. Given he was still here by magic, magic should help as far as anyone could guess.
"There is no guarantee this will work, I hope you know." Had been Draxum's warning. Not that it really stayed with Leonardo. There was one thing the Hamato family was known for, it was innate stubbornness. Once one of them set onto something they tenaciously chased after it.
May hovered nervously in the background with the rest of the family as Draxum finished setting up the spell. Mikey fidgeted in place next to Raph and Donnie, both trying to help soothe him.
Peter was mostly propped up on some pillows, barely able it sit up. He had given his consent, wanting to see if this could help.
Given his lack of stability, Draxum had insisted on one thing. Only one of them could go. It wasn't a surprise to any of them that Leo stepped up quickly, immediately. His brothers argue with him, but there isn't much room to argue.
They need to act quickly.
Draxum checks twice before he commences the spell.
Peter smiles at Leo before the familiar blue magic overtook both of them. The energy swirls between them, sharp and new. A tug and Leo will find himself weightless falling between spaces.
Only to find himself standing outside of an old brownstone apartment complex. The door is ajar, a warm light glowing from within.
A gentle rain pattered down against his shell. The air is crisp, cool. A slight breeze picks up as the sky overhead darkens slowly. Leaves rustle on a nearby tree across from the apartment complex's entry. Puddles are forming on the sidewalk around him.
The sidewalk is silent, and the street seems to stop at this block, smudged by the rain. A faded part of what Peter likely remembers. The further out one looks from the building, the more indistinct it becomes.
The air is quiet, calm, the threat of a storm only distant for now.
Something lingers at the ajar door, a silhouette before its gone.]
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But the rain catches him off guard. It almost feels real, even if it is just his subconscious trying to make this make sense to his nerves. He walks down the sidewalk, a little in awe of how... empty and quiet it is. But the door is ajar, and the light is easy to spot in the darkness. He stands for a moment seeing the shadow gone.
It's... He should? Shouldn't he.
Leo swallows hard and nudges the door open.]
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The fluorescent lights overhead buzzed audibly to Peter. It was the most stimulation he had in weeks that didn't involve an experiment being done on him. The last two weeks had felt like they had gone on forever. Enough so Peter couldn't pin point what day it even was anymore, much less what time it was. Every scientist he interacted with never wore any timepieces nor had a phone on them. Peter had tried to find both with little success.
He didn't regret getting in the way to prevent Donnie from being captured, but it didn't negate the exhaustion Peter was feeling now. It didn't change the amount of experiments already done on him in the name of science for these people in SHIELD.
He expected to see a lab, but couldn't stop the confusion when they came to a stop in front of a cell door.]
What is this-? [He croaked back at a blonde woman with her hair pulled back into a severe bun. The woman doesn't release her hold on his arm. No one in the group responds. One of them uses a fob on the doorway before guiding him inside. All of them were tense in a way Peter couldn't quite put together why.]
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So instead, Leo tries to make himself small and ...there aren't shadows he can hide in, unfortunately.
The lack of shadows means he can't hide the already accumulating cuts and bruises, the way there are cracks in his shell and plastron with haphazard surgical staples keeping them together as the blood dripped and dried down the hard carapace. It can't hide the muzzle either. He'd taken too many bites out of handlers trying to make him stay put.
A whine in his throat is the only indication that he's conscious when the door opens, not daring to look yet.]
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Bad Timeline: A Loss, A Misunderstanding
A riot has broken out, and the mob was angry enough there was very little way to reason with them. It was taking effort from every commanding officer and soldier to try to contain the violence rippling through the underground base.
He hadn't heard from Leo yet either, which didn't leave the brunette feeling all that secure things were going well.
Peter sucked in a breath as he banked a corner into the next hall, the fighting was unfolding just ahead. He could see the thrashing of bodies all vying to move forward. The shouting only gets louder as he draws closer.
Peter can hear his husband's voice amongst the noise. He moves to quickly run up onto the wall to move past the blockade of people. People shout at him in passing, but Peter ignores it to leap past them, landing amongst the fray of the main argument. His landing is enough to make a few people back off in surprise.
He can see Leo and Casey together, and it draws him towards them.]
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The few people back off in surprise of Peter's landing, enough that Peter can see the way Leo is crouched down and leaning over Casey protectively, keeping his face from seeing the ret of the crowd behind him. But there's blood. There's so much red pouring from his shoulder right at the joint. His clean arm is clutched around Casey to keep him close against him, but his other arm... is gone. About two feet to the right in an unmoving heap with a blue hilted katana laying next to it and a smattering of rock rubble that dusted both Leo and the ground around him.
His breathing is panicked, eyes wide and unseeing. His entire body is trembling from the pain, the adrenaline and shock.]
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Doomed Timeline; Arguments & Outings
Rarely were they ever paired together, since at least one of them needed to be at the base keeping things running. The fact they were set together for this was just another odd angle to everything. A new colony seemingly popping into existence was the largest oddity of all. A whole new colony of just Yokai had made contact with them and wanted to arrange trade. Maybe even take on some of the yokai the Hamato colony had to ensure no space got too crowded. There were a lot of talks to be had about the topic.
First, they all needed to meet and see the base before there could be any big agreement. Representatives from the yokai only colony would come back with them to look over the Hamato colony in turn.
Mikey and Donnie had insisted the two of them would be the best fit for this. They were the face of the colony more often than naught, so they needed to meet anyone important.
Peter found himself smiling a little at Leo, reaching out to just catch his hand to hold onto. His bag bounced against his back with each step, a reassuring weight in the quiet around them.] Feels like we're running away from home the further out we get.
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Still. It's almost nostalgic walking alone with Peter like this, traveling. He reaches for Peter's hand with his flesh one, giving it a gentle squeeze.]
Right? Just us, our bags, and supplies... Could go anywhere iiiiiif it wasn't the end of the world.
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Apcohow off game sassiness
So, I wanted to know if you're busy tonight?
[Peter is trying for something casual. Totally casual invitation for his boyfriend to stay over the night.]
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not busy at all
u want me to come over there then ?
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