[How does Peter feel about seeing his boyfriend, high as balls from pain medicine, just giggling into that kiss. He's so happy to have that, it's ridiculous.]
[Leo giggling just makes Peter hum a little in amusement. He draws back from the kiss, smiling at Leo. It is the most relaxed he's been in a long time.]
You're the only one whose going to get my kisses, like forever.
[Peter snorts a little, easing as Leo starts to pass out.] I love you, Leo. Get some rest, okay?
[Peter presses a quick kiss against Leo's brow, smiling at his boyfriend before drawing back. As promised the other teenager will get some sleep. He leaves the next morning back to the surface, still visiting a bit more sporadically.]
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[With time comes recovery, for both of them in some regard. Peter feels like he can leave a bit more freely now that Leo can actively move around again.
The conversation they intend to have keeps being put off a while longer.
Unfortunately, that backfires in a spectacular way.]
Uh, Leo!? [Raph's voice carries as the larger turtle emerges from his own room to the living room where Leo is settled in a beanbag chair. His phone clutched in his hand.]
Have you checked your phone yet? Cause we really need to figure out where Peter is. [He holds out his phone showing the headline SPIDER-MAN; MURDERER, with a picture of Peter's high school year photo under it.]
[It was painful, and it took way too long, but he's glad to be moving on his own again. They even trust him to sit in his beanbag chair alone again. The honor. But as soon as he hears his brother, he squints at whatever Raph is showing him.
Then his eyes go wide.]
WHAT?! [They know he doesn't look at the news news. He frantically starts going through his phone, he'd been texting Peter a fair amount. What the hell?]
That's not true. No way. If you say you believe that, Raph, I'm disowning you.
[Leo's hands go still over his phone hearing that, looking at his brother. Shit. Mikey bounding in as Leo's swapping to his contacts. Whatever's between him and May, doesn't matter right now.]
Leo! Leo, he didn't, right? He wouldn't.
[Those big sad Mikey eyes are so hopeful and worried up at him. Leo's voice is forced steady, a low tremor cracking through every few words.]
No, he didn't. And he wouldn't. [He looks from Mike to Raph.] We're going to find him, and Aunt May, and get them both somewhere safe. [And looks to Don.] And away from all the cameras.
You're gonna stay put. We can handle it. [He fusses at his phone, pulling up the first newsfeed he can find. It is definitely live and Peter is swinging through New York a little desperately.]
Peter is literally headed to his apartment from what I can tell from the trackers. I think he's panicking.
[The group chat for the group would ping after a moment. Something from Peter. The text would only confirm Donnie's assertion.]
Maybe stay underground for a while. Things are kind of not great right now!! The Mysterio thing has kinda blown up really bad right now. Karen is helping me text and swing btw, its fine.
Leo, you aren't exactly up for a full speed chase right now!
[Mikey reads the text exchange, blinking as he looks at Leo.] Okay, I guess not all of us went over the Mysterio stuff then?
[Raph groans, covering his face with a hand.] We really need to talk to him about- so much later.
[Another text pops up. A voice to text monstrosity given it captures Peter's panicked rambling than his texting style.]
I meant to talk to you about it. told your brothers when you were still hurt really badly. Literally was going to come back to the lair today to talk about it. I'm sorry. Evil guy, Europe, hates me because of Mr. Stark. I don't know what's really happening!
I don't know? Home? I literally have no idea where to go. People are following me, and I'm kind of freaking out.
[Donnie punches a few things on his wrist-computer. Mostly tapping into various camera feeds to keep tracking Peter's visual.] Hey don't look at me, I was keeping track of your recovery.
[He might not forgive them for this. He might actually be mad.]
get somewhere with sewer access. im making raph come get you.
I thought he told you! You've kinda been out of it! [Raph offers a little defensively. Mikey just winces, immediately apologetically.]
Sorry, Leo...
[Peter's next message pops up fairly quickly.]
Okay, gimme like a minute. Sorry. Sorry.
[Peter on the live feed drops out of the sky, landing on the ground unsteadily, trying to loose the helicopters overhead following him.
Sadly for him, pedestrians are hyper aware of him, immediately yelling or starting to crowd him. Peter holds his hands up flat, actively arguing with them as he's trying to slide past them.]
[He'll kill them. He might actually kill his family this time. Maybe double check if he's been talked to about big stuff like, dunno, someone trying to kill and then frame his boyfriend??? And idea.
But he's fed up already with all this, getting unsteadily to his feet, grabbing for one of his swords, and stumbles to Donnie.]
Lemme see. [The soft shell takes in Leo's... whole situation considering... and then holds his comm out to him. Leo studies the video for a second, and waits for Peter to get a little distance between him and the crowd... His stripes light up quick as he swings his sword. The tell-take electric blue fills the air in front of him and in front of Peter on the feed.]
[The portal if anything barely shows up in the live camera feed. Peter recognizes it and goes for it. He doesn't make it completely through before someone in an apartment above pours something down on him.
What it was becomes obvious as Peter slides through the portal and hits the floor with a surprised sound.
He reeks of soup, someone poured soup on him. Peter's suit protective enough he isn't feeling the soup just yet, so he just sits there for a moment trying to gather his wits.]
This is fine.
It really is not!? [Raph drops his phone aside, moving to grab help Peter up.] Someone grab some towels, please?! Did that lady seriously pour chicken noodle soup on you?
On it! [Mikey takes off towards the bathroom on a quest to grab towels.]
[Leo instantly feels a little less on edge having Peter here and not out there with all that happening. But he's still frustrated.]
Yeah, looks like it. Raph, [Turning his glare on his brother. Yeah, turns out he's definitely frustrated.] Go get May.
[Donnie looks from Leo to their oldest brother, unsure how that's going to play out considering the... Everything. But Raph holds Leo's gaze for a brief moment before relenting. He knows he can get to her and get back, straightforward A to B and if anyone gives him beef, well. It's Raph. Who's gonna? Leo watches him leave and sighs through his nose. His phone is still gripped in his fist, sword in the other as he looks back to Peter.]
[Peter cringes under his mask at the exchange, guilt tight in his chest. He pulls his mask off, shaking himself out vaguely.]
Um, short version. A guy was pretending to be a superhero during my class trip by causing monster attacks. He wanted those glasses I gave you. I realized he was faking and we fought. He died, but he recorded the fight in his suit and is using the footage to frame me for murder.
A guy died?! Wait, and you were fighting monsters, the whole time.
[He puts his sword in its sheath at his back and opts to simply... stare at Peter for a second. Torn between hugging him tight because this is just??? Horrible? And being furious. He barely remembers the glasses, knows Peter gave him something to look after and he hid it in the usual spot. He didn't think to ask more than that at the time.]
So you just decided to not mention, I dunno, any of that? The whole last two weeks?
You've been recovering for nearly two weeks, Leo. [He releases a frustrated breath, not mad at his boyfriend as much as he is at the situation.] I was actually planning on staying the night and talking with you about it. All of it! I didn't know I'd get outed on live TV!
[Mikey reappears with towels, cringes at the tension, but hands them to Peter before quickly ducking out of the way.]
[He watches Peter take the towels, has not a lot of sympathy for Mikey's nervousness of the whole thing.
They all knew. They all knew and didn't say anything to him, didn't try to talk to him about any of this. Is this that conversation Peter kept hinting at and then backing away from? He doesn't think Peter would have actually come by tonight to tell him. What was he doing in the suit webslinging around anyway, not coming here to talk to him! That's for sure!]
Anyone got any other big secrets they wanna spill? Anything else I should know that I didn't before?
Well, if you're asking, we did finally wash your hoodie. [At the dead silence and Leo glaring at him.] What? You asked.
[Peter just tries to wipe the soup off, wanting to say something but feeling like he's absolutely going to make things worse somehow. Donnie's addition just makes him cringe a little.]
I'm sorry, Leo. I know that's not really enough. [His grip tightens on the towel in his hand. He knows he made this situation worse by leaps and bounds by putting it off.] Can I tell you everything that happened?
[Peter hasn't really seen Leo angry too often; usually directed at someone else (Donnie), or they had a fight happening against a baddie to blow off the steam and he'd get over it. But this is so personal, deeply and truly, that he'll probably have to let off steam by himself before he can keep the near-acid out of his words.]
[Leo actively being angry at him just makes Peter's stomach twist itself into knots. He awkwardly steps forward, intending to walk with Leo to his sleeper car.]
We'll tell May you guys are talking it out. [Mikey offers a little awkwardly, but doesn't interject much beyond that. Peter nods weakly back at that.]
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Suuucks to be them, they don't get this.
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You're the only one whose going to get my kisses, like forever.
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If anyone else tried to kiss you, I'd have to find them.
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[He yawns, settling out of that and back into bleary consciousness.]
They're idiots, dunno what they're missing. No taste at all...
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[Peter presses a quick kiss against Leo's brow, smiling at his boyfriend before drawing back. As promised the other teenager will get some sleep. He leaves the next morning back to the surface, still visiting a bit more sporadically.]
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The conversation they intend to have keeps being put off a while longer.
Unfortunately, that backfires in a spectacular way.]
Uh, Leo!? [Raph's voice carries as the larger turtle emerges from his own room to the living room where Leo is settled in a beanbag chair. His phone clutched in his hand.]
Have you checked your phone yet? Cause we really need to figure out where Peter is. [He holds out his phone showing the headline SPIDER-MAN; MURDERER, with a picture of Peter's high school year photo under it.]
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Then his eyes go wide.]
WHAT?! [They know he doesn't look at the news news. He frantically starts going through his phone, he'd been texting Peter a fair amount. What the hell?]
That's not true. No way. If you say you believe that, Raph, I'm disowning you.
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[He taps meaningfully at the picture of Peter unmasked on screen. He's trying to not outright break his phone screen by being too rough.
Donnie emerges, looking serious but eying Raph enough to make him stop jabbing at his phone.]
It would be a bit too late for that, there are approximately three live news feeds following Peter through the city.
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Leo! Leo, he didn't, right? He wouldn't.
[Those big sad Mikey eyes are so hopeful and worried up at him. Leo's voice is forced steady, a low tremor cracking through every few words.]
No, he didn't. And he wouldn't. [He looks from Mike to Raph.] We're going to find him, and Aunt May, and get them both somewhere safe. [And looks to Don.] And away from all the cameras.
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Peter is literally headed to his apartment from what I can tell from the trackers. I think he's panicking.
[The group chat for the group would ping after a moment. Something from Peter. The text would only confirm Donnie's assertion.]
Maybe stay underground for a while. Things are kind of not great right now!! The Mysterio thing has kinda blown up really bad right now. Karen is helping me text and swing btw, its fine.
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[And then the text comes in, they all take a second to read it. Who the hell is Karen???]
what mysterio thing ? whats happening where are you going?
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[Mikey reads the text exchange, blinking as he looks at Leo.] Okay, I guess not all of us went over the Mysterio stuff then?
[Raph groans, covering his face with a hand.] We really need to talk to him about- so much later.
[Another text pops up. A voice to text monstrosity given it captures Peter's panicked rambling than his texting style.]
I meant to talk to you about it. told your brothers when you were still hurt really badly. Literally was going to come back to the lair today to talk about it. I'm sorry. Evil guy, Europe, hates me because of Mr. Stark. I don't know what's really happening!
I don't know? Home? I literally have no idea where to go. People are following me, and I'm kind of freaking out.
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So everyone knew about this stuff but me?
[Donnie punches a few things on his wrist-computer. Mostly tapping into various camera feeds to keep tracking Peter's visual.] Hey don't look at me, I was keeping track of your recovery.
[He might not forgive them for this. He might actually be mad.]
get somewhere with sewer access. im making raph come get you.
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Sorry, Leo...
[Peter's next message pops up fairly quickly.]
Okay, gimme like a minute. Sorry. Sorry.
[Peter on the live feed drops out of the sky, landing on the ground unsteadily, trying to loose the helicopters overhead following him.
Sadly for him, pedestrians are hyper aware of him, immediately yelling or starting to crowd him. Peter holds his hands up flat, actively arguing with them as he's trying to slide past them.]
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But he's fed up already with all this, getting unsteadily to his feet, grabbing for one of his swords, and stumbles to Donnie.]
Lemme see. [The soft shell takes in Leo's... whole situation considering... and then holds his comm out to him. Leo studies the video for a second, and waits for Peter to get a little distance between him and the crowd... His stripes light up quick as he swings his sword. The tell-take electric blue fills the air in front of him and in front of Peter on the feed.]
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What it was becomes obvious as Peter slides through the portal and hits the floor with a surprised sound.
He reeks of soup, someone poured soup on him. Peter's suit protective enough he isn't feeling the soup just yet, so he just sits there for a moment trying to gather his wits.]
This is fine.
It really is not!? [Raph drops his phone aside, moving to grab help Peter up.] Someone grab some towels, please?! Did that lady seriously pour chicken noodle soup on you?
On it! [Mikey takes off towards the bathroom on a quest to grab towels.]
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Yeah, looks like it. Raph, [Turning his glare on his brother. Yeah, turns out he's definitely frustrated.] Go get May.
[Donnie looks from Leo to their oldest brother, unsure how that's going to play out considering the... Everything. But Raph holds Leo's gaze for a brief moment before relenting. He knows he can get to her and get back, straightforward A to B and if anyone gives him beef, well. It's Raph. Who's gonna? Leo watches him leave and sighs through his nose. His phone is still gripped in his fist, sword in the other as he looks back to Peter.]
So can someone explain what is going on?
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Um, short version. A guy was pretending to be a superhero during my class trip by causing monster attacks. He wanted those glasses I gave you. I realized he was faking and we fought. He died, but he recorded the fight in his suit and is using the footage to frame me for murder.
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[He puts his sword in its sheath at his back and opts to simply... stare at Peter for a second. Torn between hugging him tight because this is just??? Horrible? And being furious. He barely remembers the glasses, knows Peter gave him something to look after and he hid it in the usual spot. He didn't think to ask more than that at the time.]
So you just decided to not mention, I dunno, any of that? The whole last two weeks?
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[Mikey reappears with towels, cringes at the tension, but hands them to Peter before quickly ducking out of the way.]
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They all knew. They all knew and didn't say anything to him, didn't try to talk to him about any of this. Is this that conversation Peter kept hinting at and then backing away from? He doesn't think Peter would have actually come by tonight to tell him. What was he doing in the suit webslinging around anyway, not coming here to talk to him! That's for sure!]
Anyone got any other big secrets they wanna spill? Anything else I should know that I didn't before?
Well, if you're asking, we did finally wash your hoodie. [At the dead silence and Leo glaring at him.] What? You asked.
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I'm sorry, Leo. I know that's not really enough. [His grip tightens on the towel in his hand. He knows he made this situation worse by leaps and bounds by putting it off.] Can I tell you everything that happened?
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[Peter hasn't really seen Leo angry too often; usually directed at someone else (Donnie), or they had a fight happening against a baddie to blow off the steam and he'd get over it. But this is so personal, deeply and truly, that he'll probably have to let off steam by himself before he can keep the near-acid out of his words.]
Yeah. Let's go do that.
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We'll tell May you guys are talking it out. [Mikey offers a little awkwardly, but doesn't interject much beyond that. Peter nods weakly back at that.]
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gently handswaves us a lil head, it fine
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