mcu/rise mashup

[neonleon]

for heyunderoos

this au got us bad so fast

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[heyunderoos]

[The smell of his husband's blood sticks in the back of Peter's throat as he runs. He can tell the scarf he used is being soaked through still.

Peter spends the run gently shushing Casey, rubbing his hand across the boy's back. Murmuring quiet promises and reassurances. It's all he can even do.

The whole situation is fucked. So severely fucked.

The quiet broken fairly immediately. As soon as they enter the infirmary, they are swarmed by the medical staff. Questions are peppered at Peter, who answers to the best of his ability, just trying to give as much useful information as he can.

Peter is relieved and stressed in equal measure. He tucks Casey protectively against himself as he reluctantly sets his husband down on a table. Control is taken out of his hands entirely as he backs off, just gently keeping Casey close.

Mikey's arrival is a relief. April and Donnie aren't far behind.]

[neonleon]

[The medical staff on hand take over. They pull the curtains so they can work quickly and without any fuss.

But the family showing up are hesitant and more than a little frazzled, Mikey trying to check up on Casey and Peter first.]

You're both okay? Not hurt?

[heyunderoos]

I'm okay. [Peter is quick to dismiss his own state. It wasn't about him.] Casey? Are you okay, honey? Are you hurt?

[The seven year old hiccups, burying his face against Peter's shoulder, small hands closing into fists around the fabric of Peter's clothes. Peter coaxes a hand across Casey's back, taking the moment to look over the boy best he can.

He glances back up at Mikey, answering simply enough.]

Just a couple scratches I think. I didn't see what happened, I came just as it ended.

[neonleon]

[Mikey at least looks relieved at that, Casey not being hurt. A couple bandages and he'll be fine.]

I'll get Dee to pull the footage if Leo can't tell us when he's .............less. Bleeding out.

[heyunderoos]

[Peter falls into an old habit of gently bouncing Casey in his grasp, that much seems to help the boy a little.]

I think he's going to be... out of it. For a while. [Peter says softly back, his lips thinning out into a pained grimace. The mental image is burned in his mind. With the adrenaline of the situation slowed down, he can't help but feel the horror of it creep up on him.]

[neonleon]

[Mikey watches Casey start to relax. He's usually a bright kid, loud and eager like his mom. This is the first time since he was a toddler that Mikey remembers seeing him shrinking into himself. Must've been really something.]/small>

...How bad?

[heyunderoos]

[Peter's lips purse together, brows furrowing. He isn't sure how much Casey is listening to them, or if he realized the extent of what was happening. He wasn't a dumb kid, but Peter didn't want to scare him.]

Its... pretty bad. [He continues gently bouncing Casey in his grasp, just trying to find the right words.]

His arm is... just. [He meets Mikey's eyes, not able to finish the sentence. He feels pathetic for stumbling over it.]

[neonleon]

[The hanging end of that sentence could mean... so many things. Mikey glances at Casey, then back to Peter. The box turtle smiles gently and holds up a finger to Casey. Letting him watch the orange mystic magic swirl out from the fingertip and dance around Casey's head for a second before setting over his head like headphones, muffling the noise and giving Casey some peace.]

He can't hear us. Not well anyway.

[heyunderoos]

[Peter exhales a little at the distraction, just loosening up a little. Casey not being to accurately hear them is a relief. Enough of one, Peter feels like he can drop some of his guard.

Thank you.

[He needs a second, to pull himself back together. He needed to be strong here, for Leo, for Casey.] He lost his arm, Mikey. It's- just gone.

[neonleon]

[Mikey is still smiling at Casey, who's always amazed by the mystic conjuringss the brothers can manifest.

But his eyes snap up to Peter hearing that.]

What? It- It can't be just gone.

[heyunderoos]

It's gone at the shoulder. [Peter is trying to be sturdy, present. He has to break the news here. He's going to have to break it again to April and Donnie properly when the two are finished talking.

He could tell from their tone of voice the two were talking logistics from the riot.] I don't know what caused it. I just...

[neonleon]

[Michael looks from Peter to the curtains pulled closed around where they're working on his brother. His stupid, responsible brother.

Before pulling Peter (and Casey) in for a hug, tucking Peter's head down against him.]

We'll figure something out. And get the whole situation under control.

[heyunderoos]

[Peter releases a soft breath, just wrapping an arm around Mikey, offering him a squeeze in turn.]

Yeah, yeah, we will. It'll only be a little scary for a bit. [It's a lie, but something thats more reassuring than the truth.

The hug draws April's attention over to them.]

[neonleon]

[Mikey's ninpo pulses out warmth, safety. A reassurance. Leo will recover he infuses his spirit with. Enough for Peter as well as giving April and Don a head's up that it isn't the worst but it still isn't good.

Casey is watching them again, not knowing what brought the hug on except the more obvious Uncle Leo got hurt. But he reaches his arm to hug at Peter's neck too.]

[heyunderoos]

[Peter reaches out to Mikey with his own ninpo, trying to return the same feeling, even as he continues just pouring his own healing factor into Leo. The private connection swells with magic, with love, as much as Peter can put into it.

Explanations are exchanged, plans are made, and all they can really do is wait. The riot is being cleaned up and sorted by trusted people.

Peter stays with Leo, sticking to the infirmary. Once Leo is out of danger he's moved to a curtained off part of the room for recovery. Peter makes himself at home there. Casey insists on staying for a good while until Sunita appears, scooping him up to get him settled down for some sleep.

Peter just sits next to the bed, loose bits of paper being folded into shaky attempts at turtles since he feels too frazzled for finesse.]

[neonleon]

[It's silent for so long. So many long, drawn out hours that don't care how anxious and afraid Peter is, or how drowned out the sound of Leo's heart monitor beeps.

The quiet doesn't break until Leo's head lulls to one side, a noise caught in his throat. Barely a sound at all. The staff had been shocked by what happened just as much as they realized it was the first time i all of the war that they'd ever had to keep Leonardo under sedation like this, or actually hook him up to the monitoring machines and oxygen mask.

It was just so much blood lost on that hallway floor.

He doesn't open his eyes, not yet. But his hand twitches against the bedsheet. Like it's trying to remember how to move.]

[heyunderoos]

[Peter knows it's selfish, selfish to just stay here with his husband while Mikey, Donnie, Sunita and April tackle the aftermath of the riots. He only gets up once or twice to assist them to be sure things are going smoothly, before heading back to where Leo lay in the medical bed.

He still makes Leo his main choice.

The noise is enough to draw Peter away from his attempts at origami. His gaze lands on his husband. Peter's heart jolts against his ribs as he sets aside what he's working on to jut lay a hand gently against Leo's remaining one.]

Leo. I'm right here. [He doubts Leo will wake up too soon, but he wants to reassure him.]

[neonleon]

[It's another hour. Two hours. Three hours before he moves again, his hand weakly squeezing at Peter's before the rest of him even catches up to the situation. His eyes slight open to half-lids, vision blurry for a minute or two trying to figure out where he is.

His voice is quiet and cracking at each noise.] Peter?

[heyunderoos]

[He leaves their connection open, pouring his strength into his spouse. Only stopping once or twice when he has to get up to stretch. Mikey appears at least once or twice to press water into his hold and Peter obliges his brother in law.

Peter for his part remains next to his husband, just running his thumb across Leo's knuckles slowly. Its soothing to him. Just as soothing as listening to Leo's heart beat.

The squeeze paired with the quiet voice brings Peter back into the moment.

Relief blooms in his chest.]

Hey, you. [He scoots the chair a little closer, peering down at his husband, managing a smile. He's unaware of the faint bruising coloring his left eye, some faint unhealed bruises bloomed at the underside of his jaw.] You're back with me again?

[neonleon]

[Everything's still pretty blurred vision as he tries to focus. Can see the light, the general colors and vague outline of things. But he hears Peter.]

...Dunno yet. [He's so tired. Sluggish from the pain and blood loss, and from whatever the medics gave him.] What... what's going on?

[heyunderoos]

You're in the infirmary right now. You were hurt. [He reaches out to gingerly touch his husband's cheek with his free hand. He wants to offer things up in small pieces. Easier for Leo to take in.]

The riot is over with. Everyone is relatively settled again. Just clean up.

[neonleon]

...Right. The riot.

[He remembers that much. Remembers the yelling and bodies all pressed in fighting and-

It moved so fast.

Leo shifts, meaning to balance himself on his right arm and move to sit up, but then he just flops back down leaning to the right, eyes wide in surprise. He wants to look and see what just happened, why that didn't work right, but. Something is keeping his eyes from going that far. He just can't seem to make himself look.]

[heyunderoos]

Leo.

[Peter shifts a little closer to gently push his husband back down into bed. His touch is careful.]

You need to stay put, okay? You're not going to be able to get up for a while. Not until the doctors clear you.

[neonleon]

[When he looks back later, Leo will be glad that Peter is stronger than he is for how tight he's gripping his husband's hand. What happened? It doesn't.. feel right.

Worry, concern, confusion comes through his side of the ninpo as he's starting to get a clearer picture, seeing the bruises on Peter's face. Leo knows that isn't right either.]

No, I-i need to be up. I need to help.

[So why can't he, why is his right shoulder in agony when he tries to move his arm that isn't responding.]

[heyunderoos]

Leo. [Peter's voice is firmer now. He pours reassurance and affection through their connection, trying to help ease the mutant. He makes sure his husband stays there in bed, keeping a steady hand in place.

He leaves no room for argument in his voice as he speaks. Leo could hurt himself worse if he keeps moving around.]

You need to stay here and rest. [Peter wishes he knew a better way to even break the news. No matter what he says, it will be a blow.] Baby, this... you don't really have a choice right now.