That we'll be out soon, not- your ankle, that'll heal up quick, right? [Not that he's ever made a point of knowing all the ins and outs of Peter's mutation, but he has at least made note that usually when he's patching everyone up, Peter needs the least attention for less time.]
Okay. Okay, yeah we can work with that. I've, uh. I dunno what happened to my side, but I can feel at lest one broken rib. Something's wrong with my leg too. Also my mouth is really dry and I've got a headache? [That's a concussion, Leo.]
I figured, don't worry. I think I slept off anything else for the most part. When we get out of here, I can probably stay off of it a few days and it'll be good. [Peter had gotten lucky when it came to his mutation. He healed, and he healed quickly if he got enough food, water, and rest under his belt. It was only ever slow when he had too many severe injuries back to back.
He frowns a little at the description. He had to wonder if that was a concussion. May had explained concussions enough to him to make it stick in the back of Peter's mind.]
That's- definitely not good. Just try to stay awake with me, if you start feeling sleepy tell me.
[Another shaky breath. Another slow forced exhale. Clear his head. Think. They're both strong, but Peter's always been stronger. And right now Peter's the one who can move more freely, but if they have to bolt, Leo can at least take the hit to his shell so he could just ride piggyback if they have to so Leo can protect his six.]
Yeah... [Swallows down... something. Trying not to think hard about that.] Yeah, awake. Right.
Got it.
[Will Donnie's tracker on him work wherever they are? If his phone is around here, Donnie can definitely track them with that. But would he even think to look?]
It sounds concussion-y. [Peter offers, going off of what he remembered.] I've had a few before, and it seems kind of familiar.
[The hallway feels like its going on forever. The lack of other doors doesn't make it feel any better really.] Yeah, give them an hour maybe and we'll definitely be noticed. Especially if they made a point to take us here.
Yeah. [Pppphew okay.] Definitely concussion. [Once it's said out loud, he knows it's true. Great. Fucking great.
He takes a second to press his face into Peter's shoulder and breathe in deep. Just for a second.]
Do we even know how long we've been out? How long is this hallway?
[It's a weird sensation, feeling something dripping from him. His side or his leg, he can't be sure because all of his skin feels like it's prickling electric and makes it hard to determine what open wound is still going. But he can feel it, he thinks.]
[Peter tries to ignore the feeling the face against his shoulder gives him. Now is not the time for this. Peter just protectively keeps Leo close to him, trying to just- protect him from anything else possibly happening.]
I have a few half healed bruises on my arms, which means at least a couple of hours. Four-five-? It feels like it goes on forever, but we're half way down it.
[His spider sense prickles uncomfortably, enough Peter physically tenses, his stance becoming defensive as he looks around.]
[The sound of wood and foundation shifting and settling is enough to set Leo's teeth on edge. The uneasy creak of the building around them makes everything uneasy.
Something about it is... wrong. Like now it feels like they're waiting for something to happen, the creaking was just the start.]
I don't like this. [Far more serious than Leo usually handles himself.]
Yeah, I don't either. [Peter agrees, he slows, eying one of the boarded up windows.]
Honestly tempted to get the boards down and have an immediate exit-
I would recommend you not break down another window, Mr. Parker. [A woman's voice cuts through the quiet, startling Peter enough he whirls around to glare at her. She's a woman only slightly taller than they are, wearing pressed slacks, a sweater over a button up shirt layered under a lab coat.]
Both of you should be resting right now. You had quite the experience.
[His head swims when Peter spins around that fast, blinking rapidly trying to focus. No, he's fine, he's okay. He stares at her, realizing pretty quickly this is her doing. Both the kidnapping and the weird feeling he's trying to ignore.]
[Peter is decidedly unaware, still just trying to keep Leo close and safe. His spider sense is prickling at her presence.
The woman smiles at them thinly, a professional smile. The expression just makes Peter feel more uncomfortable.
I'm trying to help you boys. A horrible accident befell both of you, and this was the safest place for you. I have your things set aside for the moment.
Accident-? [Peter throws back with a scrunch of his nose.]
[He doesn't know, really, people in movies and comics have short-range amnesia from horrible accidents all the time. People wouldn't just make that up for dramatic stories, would they? No, there'd have to be some real life basis on it even though that's not a specific thread of medical information he's ever had to look into.
No, right now, he's got to bluff.]
Great, well we're awake now and if you'd give us our stuff we can get an ambulance and get Peter to a hospital.
Head injuries can cause jumbled memories, if not loss of memories. I'm just here to make sure you boys are safe.
We'd be safer at home. [Peter says firmly back. He does not like the way she's just walking closer to them, like she's approaching cornered animals. She does stop short, not outright crowding them.] We don't even know who you are.
Ah, my apologies. I am Dr. Reyes. I wish I had better news to tell you, but the accident cost... more than a few lives. Your friends, your brothers, they weren't as fortunate as you.
[Peter can feel how tight Leonardo's muscles go at the mention of his brothers, let alone that they're... gone? He stares at her, wide eyed and disbelieving. How does she know, how does she know, they'd been patrolling and gone off on their own. If someone took them, there's no way anyone would know he even has brothers.
After a second, he starts climbing out of Peter's arms, shakily stumbling onto his feet wanting to look her dead on.]
No. No, that didn't happen. Give me my phone, I'll prove it right now.
Leo... [Peter winces, but shifts enough to support his friend's weight, knowing Leo will likely topple over without it.]
[The woman releases a gentle sigh, her expression grave almost pitying.]
Your phone didn't survive the explosion. Both of you barely did.
You two were stopping weapons smugglers. The alien weaponry has a tendency to explode when triggered in just the right way. The rest of your group arrived at the first explosion to help you two and tried to stop any further chain reactions from going.
[That sounds familiar enough it makes Peter feel sick.] That's- how would- you even know us, or-
I tend to keep my eyes peeled for young mutants. Your group was hard to miss. I try not to approach unless needed.
Great, then you got us out of the way, we're awake now, we need to leave.
[Leo doesn't like this at all. He doesn't like some random human who 'watches out' for young mutants just happened to see them and scoop them up and isolate them.
He still refuses to confirm or deny if he even has brothers, not wanting to give them away if she's bluffing herself right now.]
I don't care who you are. You aren't keeping us here in this horror movie looking hospital.
[Peter looks to Leo, trying to gauge how truthful this woman even is being. He doesn't want to believe a word she's saying, but pieces of his memory are starting to come back.]
It would be for the best you two stay for the time being. You're both injured and only aggravating it by being up. I just want to help.
We're not staying. You're not really helping us.
Given the accident destroyed a building in Queens, it might be for the best you wait to handle the backlash if you must leave.
[She really is just gray-rocking them. He can feel something warm and thick dripping down his leg, just under his knee. The pain is starting to pulse in and Leo determines that is real and he is actually making it worse.
But if it's a choice between that, or trust this weirdo woman, he'll take the leg damage.]
We need to see my suit, and his sword. [Peter just tries to hold up Leo's weight, worried about him enough to not be as focused as he could be on the woman in front of them.
Doctor Reyes nods, surprisingly not pushing back against the idea or seeming nervous. She gives an almost sympathetic kind of smile.]
Certainly. It might be advisable that you stay close to your friend for now. You are weak still.
[And she turns, unafraid of them as she starts down the hall, leading them to a door. She waits for it as the two make their way over.]
Someone who kidnaps two random guys, isolates them in a creepy building, refuses to tell them anything actually useful does not suddenly agree to give them their things without something else on the side.
He doesn't trust this woman.
But what else can he do? If he can just get his hand on his odachi, he can get them out in a flash. So he looks to Peter and nods once before starting to walk to follow. He limps for a step or two until he figures out the best way to hold his weight going forward, walking through the pain instead.
But he leans his head Peter's way, whispering.] I'll be fine. Don't worry about me.
It's hard not to worry, Leo. [He keeps his voice low, openly worried, but trying to corral it given Dr. Reyes is just watching them with a very patient look on her face. He stays close, but not sure what else to do as they walk over.
Once the two are close enough, the woman speaks into something on the door unlocking it. Peter realizes he must have triggered an alarm by breaking the other one on the door to the room they were in.]
Here. This is what I could salvage of your belongings.
[She steps aside to let them actually step into the room if they wish. The room itself looks like a storage space, stacked with a variety of crates lining shelves against a back wall. On a table near the door is a new crate. The familiar sight of Leo's odachi's hilt poking out of it.]
[Voice controlled, damn it. His blood is pulsing loudly in his ears so he couldn't hear what she said either, but it's something to keep in mind, something to try and keep an ear out for later. But as they're allowed into the room, he half-limps in.
And then his eyes fall on that blessed blue hilt. He's reaching for it in a second, no hesitation.]
[Peter tries to not release a relieved sound at Leo grabbing the hilt. Okay, okay, they can leave.
Though the feeling is short-lived when Peter realizes it is just the hilt. The blade is gone completely, broken off leaving only a jagged edge of metal. A surprised sound does escape Peter as he stares at it.]
Unfortunately, there was not much of the blade itself left, but I saved what I could.
[Whatever blood is left in him goes ice cold the minute he lifts the hilt, feeling the weight all wrong. And then he sees the damage.
He wants to scream. He wants to call her a liar to her face, mystic weapons like this don't just break in an explosion. They never have before! He wants to do a lot of things.
But Leonardo does what Leonardo does best.
Shrug up one shoulder as he looks at it.]
Okay. You got us, where are the cameras. Funny joke, but I think we're done here, so let's get the confetti guns out and call it a wrap.
[Doctor Reyes arches a brow back at the teenager.]
I know the shock must be quite a lot to contend with, but I assure you, this is what I found amongst the rubble. If this isn't your weapon, it must still be in New York.
[Peter blows out a breath. Immediately arguing with Reyes.] This- this isn't his weapon. It can't be, it doesn't break!
As I stated, this is what I could find. This is also what is left of your suit. Too much of it was damaged and I took what I could off of you.
[Well, Peter can't help but cringe a little at the confirmation she did change his clothes. Discomfort pools low in his gut. He wraps his arms a little around himself.]
Not that I believe a word you're saying, because I don't, but what exactly are you wanting with us here?
Because stop saying you want us to rest and recover here, you obviously want something from us. Gotta be whatever I guess you took others like us for, if that's even true which, again, I don't believe.
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[A beat.]
That we'll be out soon, not- your ankle, that'll heal up quick, right? [Not that he's ever made a point of knowing all the ins and outs of Peter's mutation, but he has at least made note that usually when he's patching everyone up, Peter needs the least attention for less time.]
Okay. Okay, yeah we can work with that. I've, uh. I dunno what happened to my side, but I can feel at lest one broken rib. Something's wrong with my leg too. Also my mouth is really dry and I've got a headache? [That's a concussion, Leo.]
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He frowns a little at the description. He had to wonder if that was a concussion. May had explained concussions enough to him to make it stick in the back of Peter's mind.]
That's- definitely not good. Just try to stay awake with me, if you start feeling sleepy tell me.
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Yeah... [Swallows down... something. Trying not to think hard about that.] Yeah, awake. Right.
Got it.
[Will Donnie's tracker on him work wherever they are? If his phone is around here, Donnie can definitely track them with that. But would he even think to look?]
Do you think they realize we're gone?
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[The hallway feels like its going on forever. The lack of other doors doesn't make it feel any better really.] Yeah, give them an hour maybe and we'll definitely be noticed. Especially if they made a point to take us here.
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He takes a second to press his face into Peter's shoulder and breathe in deep. Just for a second.]
Do we even know how long we've been out? How long is this hallway?
[It's a weird sensation, feeling something dripping from him. His side or his leg, he can't be sure because all of his skin feels like it's prickling electric and makes it hard to determine what open wound is still going. But he can feel it, he thinks.]
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I have a few half healed bruises on my arms, which means at least a couple of hours. Four-five-? It feels like it goes on forever, but we're half way down it.
[His spider sense prickles uncomfortably, enough Peter physically tenses, his stance becoming defensive as he looks around.]
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Something about it is... wrong. Like now it feels like they're waiting for something to happen, the creaking was just the start.]
I don't like this. [Far more serious than Leo usually handles himself.]
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Honestly tempted to get the boards down and have an immediate exit-
I would recommend you not break down another window, Mr. Parker. [A woman's voice cuts through the quiet, startling Peter enough he whirls around to glare at her. She's a woman only slightly taller than they are, wearing pressed slacks, a sweater over a button up shirt layered under a lab coat.]
Both of you should be resting right now. You had quite the experience.
Who are you-? [Peter asks sharply back.]
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What do you want with us? And where's our stuff?
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The woman smiles at them thinly, a professional smile. The expression just makes Peter feel more uncomfortable.
I'm trying to help you boys. A horrible accident befell both of you, and this was the safest place for you. I have your things set aside for the moment.
Accident-? [Peter throws back with a scrunch of his nose.]
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[He doesn't know, really, people in movies and comics have short-range amnesia from horrible accidents all the time. People wouldn't just make that up for dramatic stories, would they? No, there'd have to be some real life basis on it even though that's not a specific thread of medical information he's ever had to look into.
No, right now, he's got to bluff.]
Great, well we're awake now and if you'd give us our stuff we can get an ambulance and get Peter to a hospital.
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We'd be safer at home. [Peter says firmly back. He does not like the way she's just walking closer to them, like she's approaching cornered animals. She does stop short, not outright crowding them.] We don't even know who you are.
Ah, my apologies. I am Dr. Reyes. I wish I had better news to tell you, but the accident cost... more than a few lives. Your friends, your brothers, they weren't as fortunate as you.
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After a second, he starts climbing out of Peter's arms, shakily stumbling onto his feet wanting to look her dead on.]
No. No, that didn't happen. Give me my phone, I'll prove it right now.
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[The woman releases a gentle sigh, her expression grave almost pitying.]
Your phone didn't survive the explosion. Both of you barely did.
You two were stopping weapons smugglers. The alien weaponry has a tendency to explode when triggered in just the right way. The rest of your group arrived at the first explosion to help you two and tried to stop any further chain reactions from going.
[That sounds familiar enough it makes Peter feel sick.] That's- how would- you even know us, or-
I tend to keep my eyes peeled for young mutants. Your group was hard to miss. I try not to approach unless needed.
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[Leo doesn't like this at all. He doesn't like some random human who 'watches out' for young mutants just happened to see them and scoop them up and isolate them.
He still refuses to confirm or deny if he even has brothers, not wanting to give them away if she's bluffing herself right now.]
I don't care who you are. You aren't keeping us here in this horror movie looking hospital.
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It would be for the best you two stay for the time being. You're both injured and only aggravating it by being up. I just want to help.
We're not staying. You're not really helping us.
Given the accident destroyed a building in Queens, it might be for the best you wait to handle the backlash if you must leave.
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But if it's a choice between that, or trust this weirdo woman, he'll take the leg damage.]
Show of faith then. His suit and my sword.
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Doctor Reyes nods, surprisingly not pushing back against the idea or seeming nervous. She gives an almost sympathetic kind of smile.]
Certainly. It might be advisable that you stay close to your friend for now. You are weak still.
[And she turns, unafraid of them as she starts down the hall, leading them to a door. She waits for it as the two make their way over.]
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Someone who kidnaps two random guys, isolates them in a creepy building, refuses to tell them anything actually useful does not suddenly agree to give them their things without something else on the side.
He doesn't trust this woman.
But what else can he do? If he can just get his hand on his odachi, he can get them out in a flash. So he looks to Peter and nods once before starting to walk to follow. He limps for a step or two until he figures out the best way to hold his weight going forward, walking through the pain instead.
But he leans his head Peter's way, whispering.] I'll be fine. Don't worry about me.
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Once the two are close enough, the woman speaks into something on the door unlocking it. Peter realizes he must have triggered an alarm by breaking the other one on the door to the room they were in.]
Here. This is what I could salvage of your belongings.
[She steps aside to let them actually step into the room if they wish. The room itself looks like a storage space, stacked with a variety of crates lining shelves against a back wall. On a table near the door is a new crate. The familiar sight of Leo's odachi's hilt poking out of it.]
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And then his eyes fall on that blessed blue hilt. He's reaching for it in a second, no hesitation.]
I'll just take that back-
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Though the feeling is short-lived when Peter realizes it is just the hilt. The blade is gone completely, broken off leaving only a jagged edge of metal. A surprised sound does escape Peter as he stares at it.]
Unfortunately, there was not much of the blade itself left, but I saved what I could.
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He wants to scream. He wants to call her a liar to her face, mystic weapons like this don't just break in an explosion. They never have before! He wants to do a lot of things.
But Leonardo does what Leonardo does best.
Shrug up one shoulder as he looks at it.]
Okay. You got us, where are the cameras. Funny joke, but I think we're done here, so let's get the confetti guns out and call it a wrap.
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I know the shock must be quite a lot to contend with, but I assure you, this is what I found amongst the rubble. If this isn't your weapon, it must still be in New York.
[Peter blows out a breath. Immediately arguing with Reyes.] This- this isn't his weapon. It can't be, it doesn't break!
As I stated, this is what I could find. This is also what is left of your suit. Too much of it was damaged and I took what I could off of you.
[Well, Peter can't help but cringe a little at the confirmation she did change his clothes. Discomfort pools low in his gut. He wraps his arms a little around himself.]
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Because stop saying you want us to rest and recover here, you obviously want something from us. Gotta be whatever I guess you took others like us for, if that's even true which, again, I don't believe.
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