mcu/rise mashup

[neonleon]

for heyunderoos

this au got us bad so fast

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[neonleon]

[He squeezes Peter's hand gently. So, so gently.]

Few hours. Long enough for Mikey to personally hit the kitchen and make you some soup so you can get something in you a little.

[heyunderoos]

[He draws Leo's hand to his cheek, just trying to press himself into it.

He jokes quietly again, trying to find his own equilibrium again.] Definitely a sign I'm getting too old to get shot. Used to bounce back faster.

[neonleon]

Gonna go on record to say I hated it then too.

[He thumbs along Peter's cheekbone. He's content with just this for the moment. But Leo knows he has to be the responsible one here; usually Peter is, but this time the ball got handed to Leo. He leans in to kiss the top of Peter's head before sighing quietly through his nostrils.]

Your healing just needs a little kickstart, is all. We were kinda... Worn out. [A softball of a joke, hopefully to lighten the mood. Remind Peter of the nicer time they had just a little bit before.]

[heyunderoos]

Can't help it if my magnetic personality just draws bullets to me.[He smiles a little at Leo's words, just taking him in. He loves him, so much.

He's relaxed under Leo's touch.] Given what you did to me last night, worn out feels like it's an understatement.

[neonleon]

Oh, what I did to you, huh?

[At least Peter's trying. That's good. Another breath, another squeeze of his hand before he moves and grabs a small bowl of some warm soup-and-what-may-have-once-been-tofu to bring to Peter with a large spoon.]

C'mon, let's get you sitting up and something in your system. All right?

[heyunderoos]

[Another joke sits in the back of his throat. Something teasing, an attempt to feel normal.

Did he do that to you?

The question hits him and makes Peter open and close his mouth a little. He tries to hide it as he moves to sit up.

Do people really think that way? That Leo does things to him against his will? The troubling thought just makes Peter's expression stay pinched. He tries for a smile as he balances himself out.]

Right, it'll help.

[neonleon]

[Leo sees it. That split second expression of something wrong in Peter's thoughts. Did the guy say something to him that's lingering?

Something to sort out after. He moves one of the trays over so Peter has something to set the bowl on for now but doesn't move away.]

Yeah. It'll help.

[heyunderoos]

I had thought about breakfast in bed, but, I thought I'd be sneaking something from the mess hall to you.

[He rubs at his face tiredly, reigning in his thoughts the best he can. He's too tired for any of this. He can handle it later, even if it weighs on him now.

He settles into a relatively comfortable seated position, looking at the soup with interest as it finds a place on the tray. The way his stomach audibly growls, excessively loud at that breaks the bubble of tension over him for the moment. He laughs in turn, picking up the spoon.]

Okay, I guess I'm hungry.

[neonleon]

[Leo watches carefully to make sure Peter doesn't move too much, or in a way that would tear the stitches. But it's fine... and then he laughs as well.]

I guess so. Should be easy enough on your system though.

[With Peter sitting up, Leo takes the chance to sit back in his seat. He finally feels the soreness that comes with sitting hunched forward for hours at a time as he relaxes.]

[heyunderoos]

[Peter works on eating, though his attention flicks to Leo. He can see the way the soreness lingers in his husband's movements. He knows his husband by now, understands his movements.

I know you, I love you, I need you, all sit on the tip of his tongue. He gets at least another spoonful of soup into him before he speaks.]

I'd invite you up here, but, I doubt that'd help very much.

[neonleon]

[He chuckles quietly at that.]

I think that would actively make it worse somehow. Like - mostly for the bed, not you.

[Leo knows once Peter gets some food in him, the rest will heal up just fine. Once they got the bullet out and staunched the bleeding, he knew Peter would be just fine with some rest and nourishment. It was that first hour that had him on edge, that jittery, shaking anxiety of trying to keep Peter from bleeding out.]

[heyunderoos]

The bed knows what it did. [It's a passing, weak joke, but Peter has to make it. The soup is good, even if the supplies aren't fresh like they would have been before the war, they're still precious. Still something made for him. Something with better ingredients than the mess hall used.] Besides, it'd be better if it had you in it. I like laying on you.

[If there is one thing that remains consistent, it's the fact his healing factor can power through most things that would kill other people. Peter would just need to take it easy for a day or two, eat more than usual, and he'd heal completely.

The bullet likely wouldn't even leave a scar after the initial damage faded off.]

[neonleon]

Hm. We'll pick that activity back up in a day or two if you want. All right?

[For now, he's watching Peter eat, ready with a cloth just in case. Peter so rarely ends up in medical, even rarer to need the bedrest. He usually does bounce back fast.

But he also usually isn't hurt after a peaceful night and inside the base by someone who's supposed to be friendly. He lowers his voice to just low enough for only Peter to hear him.]

Whatever you need, tell me. I'll make sure you get it.

[heyunderoos]

[The phrasing of the first sentiment does give Peter some pause.] Is this turning into I'm staying in medbay overnight situation? I feel like I can at least manage sleeping in our bed fine, Leo.

[He doesn't want to stay in the infirmary, the though chafes him a little. Though, Peter already has a feeling he's not winning this argument.]

[neonleon]

[It aches his heart hearing that. He knows Peter doesn't want to stay in here, Leo doesn't want him to stay in here.

But given the situation - both the severity of Peter's injury, and the reason for it...

It's safer if he stays here for the night. At least until some other things get settled.]

Just for tonight. Some things are being arranged and it's better if we stay out of it for now.

[heyunderoos]

[Peter blows out an unhappy breath, fiddling unhappy with the spoon in his grasp.

It wasn't all that often he was ever really in the infirmary, so the thought of just staying leaves Peter feeling more than a little unhappy.] Are you staying here too?

[Its a selfish question before he has to be serious.]

[neonleon]

As much as I can. May have to step out to use the bathroom, but I've got nowhere to be.

[And it sounds like he means that. The infirmary is quiet, and not just because it's the infirmary. While Peter was out, some things got moved and rearranged, giving them a quiet corner to themselves, and a small wall to muffle the sound courtesy a small Donnie invention on the ceiling.]

[heyunderoos]

[Peter loosens up a little at that, sipping at another spoonful of soup. Even if the conversation is pressing, Peter is still hungry. He knows he'll get hungrier if he doesn't resolve it soon. He'll likely take in the changes after he gets his bearings again.]

Are you just going to be sleeping in that chair all night? [He tucks some hair out of his face, curls loose and wild.]

What happened while I was out?

[neonleon]

Chair's just fine. [No comment of sleeping or not. He doesn't plan to.] We've got a little corner here so we won't be interrupted unless it's important and can't be handled by anyone else.

[He waits for Peter to get a little more food in him, watching carefully for any possible lingering pain that Leo hasn't accounted for.]

That guy was taken to the brig. Mikey made you the food, Donnie grabbed the bullet to examine it. It's been quiet.

[heyunderoos]

[Leo earns himself a look, Peter not unaware of what goes unsaid. He makes his opinion abundantly clear.] We can get another cot in here. We'll set it up next to this one.

[Peter for his part is trying to take it easy, just adjusting to ongoing simmering pain. He isn't medicated so he's just going to have to deal with it.]

That's good at least. I'm surprised there wasn't more happening, given it's been a while.

[neonleon]

If there was more happening, I don't know about it. I've stayed here for the most part.

[Sure, they could send Leo a message for anything important, and they have. It's nothing that can't wait a day.]

And I need to stay up to monitor your injury.

[heyunderoos]

[Peter nods a little, still working on the soup. He lets quiet settle over them for a moment.

There are always a lot of 'should've' 'could've' and 'would've's in the back of his mind. These days, they don't weigh on him as much.]

It feels like it's already healing well. If I'm this hungry, my body is already working on it.

[neonleon]

[While Peter settles with his soup and quiet, Leo settles for simply watching him move, his breathing. Making sure everything looks right. He remembers the last time something didn't heal right and Leo kicked himself for it ever since.]

I think so, yeah. I tried to get it out as fast as I could without making it worse.

[heyunderoos]

You did good. Getting a bullet out is never a great time. [Both of them had done their fair share of bullet extractions.] If I hadn't walked off with him, it would've just been a graze, but I was too close quarters to really move properly.

[neonleon]

[Leo stills at that.

Walked off with him.

So this wasn't a random hit. This was planned. He lowers his voice again, reaching to touch at Peter's arm.]

What happened?