[Peter exhales a little, just worrying his bottom lip a little. He's been avoiding talking about this aspect.] After he got tired of- that, Beck started pushing me with his illusions towards the train tracks.
I didn't really see it until he dropped the illusion, but, uhm. [Avoiding eye contact now out of discomfort.] I was hit with a train.
[He tries to press past it.] I got in the train, and I was fine. I just ended up in the Netherlands and had to call Happy for help.
[Sorry his voice is going up those higher octaves, arms stretched out for exclamation]
HE HIT YOU? WITH A TRAIN?
[Reel it back, stop. Slow down and breathe. Just his boyfriend mentally tortured by a egomaniac nerd with images of his own death and then HIT BY A TRAIN.]
Sorry. Sorry. [Breathe again. He gingerly rest a hand on Peter's knee again.]
[Peter winces a little, hunching into himself just slightly. He's not afraid of his boyfriend, he was half expecting this kind of reaction. He had the same level of freak out over Leo being so hurt.] Its okay, Leo. I'm okay now. I heal pretty fast.
[He carefully places a hand over Leo's own.]
Yeah, he- helped. It was about the nicest Happy's really ever been. We tracked down Mysterio to London and- [Peter gives a summary of the fight, not really mincing details given its Leo. He promised he'd give him everything.]
[He listens again. Keeps his eyes focused on Peter's face, rubbing his leg a little here and there. A reminder still that he's here and real.
But the fight is brutal and one he wishes he could've helped with. But no, he had to go get himself fucked up with a homicidal alien that almost killed him.]
[The contact is enough to help Peter start settling down. Visibly relaxing bit by bit.]
It wasn't as important as stopping the Krang. You guys saved the planet, hell, every other planet too. [He says simply back, weighing that more heavily as important than Beck's attempt to play hero.]
But stopping that wouldn't've mattered if something happened to you.
[He's honest with it; it's just the two of them and after the short stint that lasted eons in the Prison Dimension alone? He's willing to be a little more open and honest with his loved ones.]
So.. What, he had it on some kind of death switch or something?
[Leo being more open after the last two months of being squirrely feels... odd. Peter is surprised, and relieved in equal measure. He missed his boyfriend being open with him. He squeezes Leo's hand in his own gently.] I'd love to talk about the greater good or whatever right now, but, same. I dunno what I'd do if you were gone.
I think his suit was just recording everything. I don't know how he could've spliced any of that footage. I think he had a team or something somewhere. Otherwise he didn't actually die.
I saw him die. [Peter makes a face. Openly disquieted again. He never wanted Beck to die. He would rather the guy be in jail somewhere.] I sat with Beck until Fury came to get him.
He was... pretty dead. I deactivated all the drones and kept asking the AI in the glasses what was real. He revoked his access though, just so no one could use the glasses.
[Normally cuss words in the Hamato household are reserved for "humanity destroying level enemy from beyond human comprehension". Leo thinks Peter having to watch someone who tried to kill him die and then sit with the body until it was taken fits that just fine.
He'll take the moment to climb up and sit next to him on the bed. And then carefully envelop Peter in his arms. He's gotten a few inches taller and he's glad for it now, when it makes it easier to tuck Peter up against him.]
Right. So. Whenever you need it, ask. We'll let you know we're real.
[And for all his bravado, he sounds like he means that. He buries his face in Peter's hair, not caring at all that it definitely still has that lingering smell of chicken noodle soup.]
[Peter just presses his face against Leo's shoulder, just trying to keep himself here and relaxed.]
Thank you- I- I dunno how long May will wanna be here. Or what's gonna happen next. [The uncertainty is scary. Peter doesn't like it.] I don't wanna put you guys in danger either. Not with this.
I'm really wishing we could just have like a normal year. Just one would be really nice.
[He presses a kiss against Leo's shoulder, reluctant to actually go anywhere.] I'd really just like to lay here forever, but I need to find pants before May gets here.
[He takes a second, remembering that most people wear pants even in their home. Gives a quick kiss to Peter's hair before pulling away. Just to step over and dig through his clothes. Mostly shirts, jackets, hoodies- ]
Aha. [Comes back with some dark navy sweatpants.] Should be all right.
My hero. [Peter jokes lightly back, reluctantly getting up to accept the pants and try to get them on. Once he's properly pants'd he reach out to just pull Leo into another embrace, wanting to be close.
Peter is now realizing he smells like chicken noodle soup, the surrealness of it just makes him release a shaky laugh.]
Sorry I smell like soup. [Pause.] I've been souped.
[Peter ends up laughing again. The bunt makes his heart feel a bit lighter.] Next time you're feeling sick, I'll remember to soup myself, just for you.
I'm glad you're here, that we're all okay- [He strokes his fingers along the back of Leo's neck, just wanting to touch him. Peter would like to stay here forever.
Until the sound of May's slightly frantic voice breaks the reprieve]
Peter?
He's with Leo, May! We're all good!
[Peter reluctantly lets go of Leo, turning to look at the door of his sleeper car.]
[He feels a little better hearing that laughter, and how easier Peter sounds. Good. Good, that's better. They can work out the rest as long as Peter doesn't have a break down right here right now.
He leans into Peter just as May calls out and he sighs. Right. Okay. Responsible first, cuddle later.
God he hates being responsible. Leo debates for a second grabbing his brooch, but since she already saw Raph, she's probably already warmed up on that front. So he sits up and gives Peter a quick kiss before standing and getting to the door to shove it open.]
He's all right. Got him a change of clothes and he filled me in.
[Peter tries to stand up a little taller, but can't quite manage it. He drifts after Leo as the sleeper car door is opened. Raph, Donnie, and Mikey are awkwardly hovering around the open area with May.
Peter manages a thin smile when he sees May. He steps out of the car, walking quickly towards her. The woman visibly relaxes when she sees her nephew, though the worry still written on her features.]
Look, I'm okay, May- [He gets that much out before May cuts him off by rushing over and pulling him into a hug. Peter returns the hug with a relieved sigh. She only draws back after a squeeze to hold his face gently in her hands, looking down at him.]
Peter- oh Peter. You're okay? Right? None of that 'I'm fine' while you're actually not, right?
[Being called out so blatantly makes Peter choke on a weak laugh.] May! Yes!
[Her attention turns to Leo. Her expression still worried, fond and concerned rolled together. Leo and May's relationship still veered slightly on awkward at times, but the woman was still clearly fond of Leo.] And you, young man, should you be walking around yet-? Come here and settle down.
[May isn't entirely convinced, but Peter manages to distract her by placing a hand on her arm.]
See, it's okay. I'll sit down though. I kind of got soup'd today, so, sitting is good. [Soup'd is now a verb. It is also a good distraction. May releases a breath, irritation rising to the surface as she herds Peter towards the nearest seat. Peter accepts his fate.]
I still cannot believe someone threw soup at you! People were throwing garbage that missed. What is wrong with people!? All you do is help them! Now you're being accused of murder by that rag. Its yellow journalism at its finest!
We'll figure it out, May. [Peter does smile a little at May's impassioned rant, stealing a glance at Leo.]
[Leo smiles a little at Peter at that, stepping up to rest a hand on his shoulder.]
At the very least, he's got his own stuff here for showers and everything so he can get cleaned up whenever. And we've got plenty of extra clothes too.
[He hopes that helps her nerves a little? At least as far as them not having to go to May's apartment and risk being caught.]
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So. He did all that. [Not saying 'what' to help where he can here.] Then what happened?
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I didn't really see it until he dropped the illusion, but, uhm. [Avoiding eye contact now out of discomfort.] I was hit with a train.
[He tries to press past it.] I got in the train, and I was fine. I just ended up in the Netherlands and had to call Happy for help.
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[Sorry his voice is going up those higher octaves, arms stretched out for exclamation]
HE HIT YOU? WITH A TRAIN?
[Reel it back, stop. Slow down and breathe. Just his boyfriend mentally tortured by a egomaniac nerd with images of his own death and then HIT BY A TRAIN.]
Sorry. Sorry. [Breathe again. He gingerly rest a hand on Peter's knee again.]
So. Happy got you. Brought you back.
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[He carefully places a hand over Leo's own.]
Yeah, he- helped. It was about the nicest Happy's really ever been. We tracked down Mysterio to London and- [Peter gives a summary of the fight, not really mincing details given its Leo. He promised he'd give him everything.]
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But the fight is brutal and one he wishes he could've helped with. But no, he had to go get himself fucked up with a homicidal alien that almost killed him.]
Jeez. And we couldn't've helped.
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It wasn't as important as stopping the Krang. You guys saved the planet, hell, every other planet too. [He says simply back, weighing that more heavily as important than Beck's attempt to play hero.]
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[He's honest with it; it's just the two of them and after the short stint that lasted eons in the Prison Dimension alone? He's willing to be a little more open and honest with his loved ones.]
So.. What, he had it on some kind of death switch or something?
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I think his suit was just recording everything. I don't know how he could've spliced any of that footage. I think he had a team or something somewhere. Otherwise he didn't actually die.
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What a dick. Like, really just - You don't think he still is alive though?
[Does he need to move those glasses to Donnie's comic containment?]
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He was... pretty dead. I deactivated all the drones and kept asking the AI in the glasses what was real. He revoked his access though, just so no one could use the glasses.
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[Normally cuss words in the Hamato household are reserved for "humanity destroying level enemy from beyond human comprehension". Leo thinks Peter having to watch someone who tried to kill him die and then sit with the body until it was taken fits that just fine.
He'll take the moment to climb up and sit next to him on the bed. And then carefully envelop Peter in his arms. He's gotten a few inches taller and he's glad for it now, when it makes it easier to tuck Peter up against him.]
Right. So. Whenever you need it, ask. We'll let you know we're real.
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Thank you, thank you. [He manages to stop himself from saying it was dumb, just trying to focus on Leo.] I'm probably gonna need it more than I like.
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[And for all his bravado, he sounds like he means that. He buries his face in Peter's hair, not caring at all that it definitely still has that lingering smell of chicken noodle soup.]
We'll look after you and May long as you need it.
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Thank you- I- I dunno how long May will wanna be here. Or what's gonna happen next. [The uncertainty is scary. Peter doesn't like it.] I don't wanna put you guys in danger either. Not with this.
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[It's only been a few months but he's been working doubletime on that compartmentalization.]
Either way. You know you're welcome any time, long as you need. If something happens from that... Eh. We'll figure it out.
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[He presses a kiss against Leo's shoulder, reluctant to actually go anywhere.] I'd really just like to lay here forever, but I need to find pants before May gets here.
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[He takes a second, remembering that most people wear pants even in their home. Gives a quick kiss to Peter's hair before pulling away. Just to step over and dig through his clothes. Mostly shirts, jackets, hoodies- ]
Aha. [Comes back with some dark navy sweatpants.] Should be all right.
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Peter is now realizing he smells like chicken noodle soup, the surrealness of it just makes him release a shaky laugh.]
Sorry I smell like soup. [Pause.] I've been souped.
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You have definitely been souped. I mean, I always like a guy who smells like the best cold and flu remedy meal. Makes me feel all cozy and safe.
[But he presses his forehead to Peter's shoulder for a second. An affectionate bunt, not one that Leo does often.]
Glad you're here.
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I'm glad you're here, that we're all okay- [He strokes his fingers along the back of Leo's neck, just wanting to touch him. Peter would like to stay here forever.
Until the sound of May's slightly frantic voice breaks the reprieve]
Peter?
He's with Leo, May! We're all good!
[Peter reluctantly lets go of Leo, turning to look at the door of his sleeper car.]
We're here, May give us a second!
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He leans into Peter just as May calls out and he sighs. Right. Okay. Responsible first, cuddle later.
God he hates being responsible. Leo debates for a second grabbing his brooch, but since she already saw Raph, she's probably already warmed up on that front. So he sits up and gives Peter a quick kiss before standing and getting to the door to shove it open.]
He's all right. Got him a change of clothes and he filled me in.
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Peter manages a thin smile when he sees May. He steps out of the car, walking quickly towards her. The woman visibly relaxes when she sees her nephew, though the worry still written on her features.]
Look, I'm okay, May- [He gets that much out before May cuts him off by rushing over and pulling him into a hug. Peter returns the hug with a relieved sigh. She only draws back after a squeeze to hold his face gently in her hands, looking down at him.]
Peter- oh Peter. You're okay? Right? None of that 'I'm fine' while you're actually not, right?
[Being called out so blatantly makes Peter choke on a weak laugh.] May! Yes!
[Her attention turns to Leo. Her expression still worried, fond and concerned rolled together. Leo and May's relationship still veered slightly on awkward at times, but the woman was still clearly fond of Leo.] And you, young man, should you be walking around yet-? Come here and settle down.
[Peter covers his face with a hand.] May!
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But then the fussing gets turned on to him, and he blinks back at her. Looks down at his bandages and gives a turtle a-okay.]
My doctor said I'm good to be up and moving, so.
[A beleaguered sigh behind him.] As long as you don't overdue it and rip your stitches, Nardo.
See? Perfect approval.
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See, it's okay. I'll sit down though. I kind of got soup'd today, so, sitting is good. [Soup'd is now a verb. It is also a good distraction. May releases a breath, irritation rising to the surface as she herds Peter towards the nearest seat. Peter accepts his fate.]
I still cannot believe someone threw soup at you! People were throwing garbage that missed. What is wrong with people!? All you do is help them! Now you're being accused of murder by that rag. Its yellow journalism at its finest!
We'll figure it out, May. [Peter does smile a little at May's impassioned rant, stealing a glance at Leo.]
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At the very least, he's got his own stuff here for showers and everything so he can get cleaned up whenever. And we've got plenty of extra clothes too.
[He hopes that helps her nerves a little? At least as far as them not having to go to May's apartment and risk being caught.]
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