[Fitzberg realizes what's happening and spits at him, aiming for his face.]
Talking was my first instinct. Shooting was when it was clear I wasn't gonna get through to a demon loving freak.
[But the footsteps and shouting start heading their direction, familiar feet padding down the hall and rounding the corner. Shouts of Peter's name before hands start reaching.]
[The spit hits his cheek, and Peter barely reacts. His grip tightens a little, to something far stronger than he should let it be. The instinct to protect Leo, their family, the yokai and the people here stronger than the fact he's hurt.
He's bleeding through his shirt at a fast enough rate, Peter knows he's not going to be standing for long. He should be applying pressure to it, but he feels rooted in place.
The familiar hands on him are enough to startle Peter, only then does he realize he's stuck to Fitzberg's throat. He takes some of the man's skin back with him without realizing it as he's pulled away.
He's folded into his husband's grasp, and an order comes out of him without much thought as he sees some soldiers come running around the corner, Donnie, and Mikey mixed in with them.]
Find out where he got that gun! What's left of it is on the floor!
[The man's pained yell at his skin coming off with Peter's fingers echo off the walls of the underground bunker. The brothers immediately push through the crowd to Peter, taking note of the situation. Metal limbs reach down and pick up the remnants of the gun to store away in Donnie's battle shell while Mikey tries to keep everyone a little away to give some space.
The crowd fully parts when Leo shows up, hastily thrown on pajama pants hanging off him and an expression of mixed exhaustion and worry for the worst pulling at his face. People are pulling Peter and some random guy apart, and Leo can see the moment it goes worse before the man yells in pain.
Leo wraps both arms around Peter, tucking him against his chest. But his husband is already (or still?) in commanding mode. So he'll match for now.]
Take him to the brig for now, get a medic for his neck. We'll ask him some questions after the immediate needs are seen to.
['Immediate need' here being peter you fucking got shot and Leo is looking at the blood dripping down the floor, pooled where Peter was standing for too long.]
[Peter can't help the twinge when he realizes he ripped skin off of Fitzberg, but doesn't last long. The stolen skin flutters to the hard concrete floor underfoot as Peter presses the butt of his palm against the entry wound. He isn't even sure if there was an exit wound, he hasn't had a chance to even look.
He can tell his body is already trying to heal over it. Peter has to resist his urge to take care of the problem now, knowing it will just make the situation worse.
He leans into his husband, forcing himself to keep his breathing even.]
We'll get this situation handled. You two go.
[Mikey interjects firmly, parting the crowd further so his brother and Peter can go.]
[Leo feels torn between taking over the situation as commander, and taking care of his husband.
Thankfully, Mikey understands and makes the decision for him. He looks at his little brother, then nods. Leo doesn't waste another second before picking Peter up in his arms bridal style and all but runs to the medbay.]
[Peter groans a little at the shift, gritting his teeth. It has been a few months, maybe a year, since he had been actually shot. A good record for his usual luck.
He keeps the butt of his palm pressed against the wound. Peter knows the blood loss is going to be worse than the actual wound. He's going to hit shock soon enough.]
I know, I'm going to be okay. You're here, it's going to be okay. [He's trying for reassuring, its not quite right.]
[He is in charge of this, they have a med bay and full stock of what they need so Peter is absolutely not digging that out himself with his fingers.
He doesn't even wait for the doors to the medbay to fully open, instead sliding in sideways as soon as there's enough space and getting Peter to a table in the far corner, drawing the curtains around them.]
Okay- Just stay with me another minute and I'll get this.
Right, right- yeah. [Peter agrees automatically. He feels exhausted in so many ways as he lies on the table. This wasn't how their morning was supposed to go. This wasn't even how they were going to spend today.
A tight bubble of frustration builds under his skin. He just wants to scream in frustration, but keeps it to an angry little sound in the back of his throat. An angry vibration Leo can likely hear and feel.
Peter only raises his palm away from the entry wound to rip away the fabric around the wound. The fabric is just caked in drying blood. It stains his hands worse in the process. He drops the fabric to the side, breathing a little more heavily as he tries to stem the blood flow again.]
[Leo is grabbing everything to bring on a tray next to the table. He's doing this alone, so he's got to make the whole procedure as painless and quick as he can make it. Stepping to Peter's injured side, Leo steels himself catching his breath when he sees the wound.
Shit.
Okay.
He carefully starts moving Peter's hand from the wound, replacing it with a small bit of cloth doused in antiseptic. It's painstaking, going through cleaning it, prepping it. Gently, so so gently, pressing on his side to figure out just how deep it went in. Grabbing for the longer needle point tweezers to start - ugh - digging for it. But the whole while, Leo is shushing, whispering assurances. Wishes to god Peter would have let him be knocked out because he doesn't know how long it'll take him to find the stupid thing.
It feels like ages. It's forever before he tweezers catch on the metal. Leo doesn't dare move.]
Okay- I've got it, gonna give it a tug on three. Ready?
[Peter is breathing heavily, eyes half lidded as he yields readily to Leo's touch. The fact they're skipping over the usual argument about anesthesia is enough of a sign of how bad the wound must be.
It's a testament to his self-control that he's still through the procedure. He sticks himself to the table's surface to keep himself from moving. He cries quietly, tears streaking down his cheeks. He bites at his lips, the inside of his cheek, breaking skin in both places.
At some point, Peter feels like he's disconnected from his body, just somewhere else entirely. His mind is adrift, lost in so many thoughts he feels like he could float away from his body entirely.
The question is enough to make Peter come back into focus, he blinks slowly, gazing at his husband again. Awareness settles back in his gaze.]
[Peter's quiet stillness has Leo a little on edge. But this is work he's done a million times now, treating wounds with steady easy hands. That doesn't change, keeping the thought that this is his husband, this was friendly fire inside their home, this came from inside the base out of his mind.
Peter coming back to him at the response almost makes Leo sorry he said anything. Peter was blissfully disassociating to deal with it and now Leo's brought him back for the worst part.
He nods.]
One.... Two... [He clamps the ends of the tweezer around the bullet.]
Three. [And yanks with one deft motion, hoping to get it out in one pull.]
[Peter takes a slow breath in, and another out, trying to prepare for himself.
He is not prepared as the bullet is pulled out. He cries out, choking on the sound.
He turns his head away, biting hard on his lip. Peter raises his hand once, hitting the table with enough force to dent the metal under him. He leaves an impression of his fist behind.]
[Soon as it's out, Leo drops it on the tray next to the table and leans down to press his forehead to Peter's. He's sweaty and shaky from the anxiety and adrenaline coursing through him but he keeps the contact light.]
It's okay- You're okay, nothing to be sorry for. We got it, it's out. Breathe, and I'll stitch it up in a minute.
[Peter wants to touch his husband, but is half afraid he'll somehow hurt him. He's not controlling himself enough.]
Sorry, sorry- I- [He struggles to get the words out, just sobbing a little. He forces himself to suck in a breath, then another, struggling to actively calm himself down.]
[It's an easy thing, trying to calm him down. They've had to calm each other down so often - after rough missions, after one being away for longer than expected and the other assuming the worst, after short nights of nightmares and screaming. This is just something Leo does for his husband, trying to help him feel safe and secure again.
But the fact is: someone came to Peter and shot him in their base. Someone living, conscious and cognition of their thoughts, actively thought that shooting Peter was a smart idea.
That is a thought exercise Leo will have to pursue once this is over. For now, his hand rests over Peter's fist, thumbing circles into the skin there, soft presses of lips to Peter's forehead.]
[Peter's hand loosens from a fist at Leo's attention. He weeps openly, just needing to release the pain somehow.
Apologies are lodged in the back of his throat as he finally reaches out a bloody hand to just touch Leo. He manages to swallow the apologies. Just gazing up at Leo through his tears.
The pain doesn't erase just how he ended up here. Someone hated Leo, hated Peter's family, hated yokai enough to shoot him. If Peter hadn't defended them, there would have been worse things.]
I love you too. You're gonna be okay, it's almost over.
[Soon as Peter is touching him, Leo leans his head into the touch. Doesn't care about the blood, that can all be washed off. Peter needs the comfort now. He kisses his husband's forehead again.]
[He wants to lean into that touch, focus on it. Just remembering the night before.
But work first. Keeping Peter from bleeding out before his healing factor gets it. Leo takes a breath to steady himself, the only sign of any anxiety or fear is his hand shaking against Peter's.]
Almost done. [And he'll pull away, just so he can get the needle and thread to start slowly stitching the wound closed.]
[Leo has to focus. He has to focus on making this work between his hands starting to shake and the blood making it difficult to hold the needle. But as soon as the needle touches skin, his hands are hanlding it with precision and muscle memory. It's only after he finishes, knots the thread and cuts the excess that he finally breathes.]
Got it- You're done, you did so good. [he's already dabbing at it with a clean wet cloth to clean up the blood, so so gently.]
[The brunette lays still, trying to keep himself from tensing up under the familiar feeling of the needle pulling its way through his skin. He counts the loops, the stitching, as it takes its place in his skin. Math is always a comfort when he can't handle anything else.
Peter goes fully limp when it's over, just exhaling heavily again. He raises a hand to wipe at his face, managing to use his wrist to clean up instead of the blood covered fingers and palm.
He wants to communicate, but his words feel thick and tangled on his tongue. He is definitely going to pass out soon.]
Yeah. Yeah, it's done. You can pass out now, babe.
[Not a nickname he uses often, reserved for those moments of needed levity, of letting Peter know he's focused. He keeps continuing to clean the wound, starts wiping down Peter's hands and his own.
Leo is so grateful no one else came in while he worked. He couldn't have handled the added pressure. He hears the door opening behind him as he's tossing the cloths into the wash bin and carefully gently lifting Peter to move him to a bed proper.]
[The offer of passing out feels so tempting. Peter laughs weakly at the offer, eyes going half lidded. Being set down in an actual bed is a relief.
He is halfway to drifting off when his mind supplies the fact he wanted to say something to Leo. Mikey's voice does a fair job of keeping him in the moment as well.]
Leo- [He tries to move but doesn't get far. His body desperately wants to pass out, but he's stubborn enough to cling onto awareness. Mikey's voice cuts in, worry obvious.]
Woah there, lets- not move, okay, Peter?
He- [He's frustrated, he can't get the words out. It all feels like mush in is mouth.] said there were others who- were like him. Dunno how many.
[He realizes it doesn't make much sense and all he can do is grip at his hair in frustration. An old habit he had mostly broken coming to the surface of pulling. He's barely present and he can't convey when he's even thinking right now.]
[Leo rests a hand on Peter's. He doesn't try to remove his hand from his hair yet, more just letting Peter know he's here. Something else he can grip if he wants. But that has his browline arching a bit. Glancing at Mikey.
Like him... how?][Leo can't help but circle small motions against Peter's hand, trying to ease him back down. He uses his free hand to pull up a chair and sit. A clear sign that Leo is not going anywhere.]
Mikey.
[He shoots a glance at his brother who picks up the unspoken request. Nods and ducks out to relay the message to Donnie.]
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Talking was my first instinct. Shooting was when it was clear I wasn't gonna get through to a demon loving freak.
[But the footsteps and shouting start heading their direction, familiar feet padding down the hall and rounding the corner. Shouts of Peter's name before hands start reaching.]
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He's bleeding through his shirt at a fast enough rate, Peter knows he's not going to be standing for long. He should be applying pressure to it, but he feels rooted in place.
The familiar hands on him are enough to startle Peter, only then does he realize he's stuck to Fitzberg's throat. He takes some of the man's skin back with him without realizing it as he's pulled away.
He's folded into his husband's grasp, and an order comes out of him without much thought as he sees some soldiers come running around the corner, Donnie, and Mikey mixed in with them.]
Find out where he got that gun! What's left of it is on the floor!
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The crowd fully parts when Leo shows up, hastily thrown on pajama pants hanging off him and an expression of mixed exhaustion and worry for the worst pulling at his face. People are pulling Peter and some random guy apart, and Leo can see the moment it goes worse before the man yells in pain.
Leo wraps both arms around Peter, tucking him against his chest. But his husband is already (or still?) in commanding mode. So he'll match for now.]
Take him to the brig for now, get a medic for his neck. We'll ask him some questions after the immediate needs are seen to.
['Immediate need' here being peter you fucking got shot and Leo is looking at the blood dripping down the floor, pooled where Peter was standing for too long.]
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He can tell his body is already trying to heal over it. Peter has to resist his urge to take care of the problem now, knowing it will just make the situation worse.
He leans into his husband, forcing himself to keep his breathing even.]
We'll get this situation handled. You two go.
[Mikey interjects firmly, parting the crowd further so his brother and Peter can go.]
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Thankfully, Mikey understands and makes the decision for him. He looks at his little brother, then nods. Leo doesn't waste another second before picking Peter up in his arms bridal style and all but runs to the medbay.]
You're fine- you're gonna be fine, I've got you.
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He keeps the butt of his palm pressed against the wound. Peter knows the blood loss is going to be worse than the actual wound. He's going to hit shock soon enough.]
I know, I'm going to be okay. You're here, it's going to be okay. [He's trying for reassuring, its not quite right.]
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[He is in charge of this, they have a med bay and full stock of what they need so Peter is absolutely not digging that out himself with his fingers.
He doesn't even wait for the doors to the medbay to fully open, instead sliding in sideways as soon as there's enough space and getting Peter to a table in the far corner, drawing the curtains around them.]
Okay- Just stay with me another minute and I'll get this.
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A tight bubble of frustration builds under his skin. He just wants to scream in frustration, but keeps it to an angry little sound in the back of his throat. An angry vibration Leo can likely hear and feel.
Peter only raises his palm away from the entry wound to rip away the fabric around the wound. The fabric is just caked in drying blood. It stains his hands worse in the process. He drops the fabric to the side, breathing a little more heavily as he tries to stem the blood flow again.]
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Shit.
Okay.
He carefully starts moving Peter's hand from the wound, replacing it with a small bit of cloth doused in antiseptic. It's painstaking, going through cleaning it, prepping it. Gently, so so gently, pressing on his side to figure out just how deep it went in. Grabbing for the longer needle point tweezers to start - ugh - digging for it. But the whole while, Leo is shushing, whispering assurances. Wishes to god Peter would have let him be knocked out because he doesn't know how long it'll take him to find the stupid thing.
It feels like ages. It's forever before he tweezers catch on the metal. Leo doesn't dare move.]
Okay- I've got it, gonna give it a tug on three. Ready?
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It's a testament to his self-control that he's still through the procedure. He sticks himself to the table's surface to keep himself from moving. He cries quietly, tears streaking down his cheeks. He bites at his lips, the inside of his cheek, breaking skin in both places.
At some point, Peter feels like he's disconnected from his body, just somewhere else entirely. His mind is adrift, lost in so many thoughts he feels like he could float away from his body entirely.
The question is enough to make Peter come back into focus, he blinks slowly, gazing at his husband again. Awareness settles back in his gaze.]
Yeah. I'm ready.
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Peter coming back to him at the response almost makes Leo sorry he said anything. Peter was blissfully disassociating to deal with it and now Leo's brought him back for the worst part.
He nods.]
One.... Two... [He clamps the ends of the tweezer around the bullet.]
Three. [And yanks with one deft motion, hoping to get it out in one pull.]
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He is not prepared as the bullet is pulled out. He cries out, choking on the sound.
He turns his head away, biting hard on his lip. Peter raises his hand once, hitting the table with enough force to dent the metal under him. He leaves an impression of his fist behind.]
S-sorry. [He breathes out quietly.]
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It's okay- You're okay, nothing to be sorry for. We got it, it's out. Breathe, and I'll stitch it up in a minute.
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Sorry, sorry- I- [He struggles to get the words out, just sobbing a little. He forces himself to suck in a breath, then another, struggling to actively calm himself down.]
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[It's an easy thing, trying to calm him down. They've had to calm each other down so often - after rough missions, after one being away for longer than expected and the other assuming the worst, after short nights of nightmares and screaming. This is just something Leo does for his husband, trying to help him feel safe and secure again.
But the fact is: someone came to Peter and shot him in their base. Someone living, conscious and cognition of their thoughts, actively thought that shooting Peter was a smart idea.
That is a thought exercise Leo will have to pursue once this is over. For now, his hand rests over Peter's fist, thumbing circles into the skin there, soft presses of lips to Peter's forehead.]
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Apologies are lodged in the back of his throat as he finally reaches out a bloody hand to just touch Leo. He manages to swallow the apologies. Just gazing up at Leo through his tears.
The pain doesn't erase just how he ended up here. Someone hated Leo, hated Peter's family, hated yokai enough to shoot him. If Peter hadn't defended them, there would have been worse things.]
I love you, I love you so much.
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[Soon as Peter is touching him, Leo leans his head into the touch. Doesn't care about the blood, that can all be washed off. Peter needs the comfort now. He kisses his husband's forehead again.]
Just stick with me a few more minutes. Okay?
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Okay. Okay. I just... [He swallows thickly, unable to get his words together. He just strokes his fingers against Leo's cheek gently.]
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[He wants to lean into that touch, focus on it. Just remembering the night before.
But work first. Keeping Peter from bleeding out before his healing factor gets it. Leo takes a breath to steady himself, the only sign of any anxiety or fear is his hand shaking against Peter's.]
Almost done. [And he'll pull away, just so he can get the needle and thread to start slowly stitching the wound closed.]
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Emotionally, he just wants his husband. He wants to go back to before he got up. It's not fair.
He lays still, just trying to grasp at his thoughts, pull them back together. He keeps drifting from pain and shock settling over him.]
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Got it- You're done, you did so good. [he's already dabbing at it with a clean wet cloth to clean up the blood, so so gently.]
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Peter goes fully limp when it's over, just exhaling heavily again. He raises a hand to wipe at his face, managing to use his wrist to clean up instead of the blood covered fingers and palm.
He wants to communicate, but his words feel thick and tangled on his tongue. He is definitely going to pass out soon.]
Glad, glad its... done.
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[Not a nickname he uses often, reserved for those moments of needed levity, of letting Peter know he's focused. He keeps continuing to clean the wound, starts wiping down Peter's hands and his own.
Leo is so grateful no one else came in while he worked. He couldn't have handled the added pressure. He hears the door opening behind him as he's tossing the cloths into the wash bin and carefully gently lifting Peter to move him to a bed proper.]
How is he?
He's fine, just tired. Took a lot out of him.
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He is halfway to drifting off when his mind supplies the fact he wanted to say something to Leo. Mikey's voice does a fair job of keeping him in the moment as well.]
Leo- [He tries to move but doesn't get far. His body desperately wants to pass out, but he's stubborn enough to cling onto awareness. Mikey's voice cuts in, worry obvious.]
Woah there, lets- not move, okay, Peter?
He- [He's frustrated, he can't get the words out. It all feels like mush in is mouth.] said there were others who- were like him. Dunno how many.
[He realizes it doesn't make much sense and all he can do is grip at his hair in frustration. An old habit he had mostly broken coming to the surface of pulling. He's barely present and he can't convey when he's even thinking right now.]
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Like him... how?][Leo can't help but circle small motions against Peter's hand, trying to ease him back down. He uses his free hand to pull up a chair and sit. A clear sign that Leo is not going anywhere.]
Mikey.
[He shoots a glance at his brother who picks up the unspoken request. Nods and ducks out to relay the message to Donnie.]
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