[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.
Myself and my employer wish to provide a safe space for troubled mutants still coming into their powers. A chance to grow into themselves and be safe from the outside world. I myself remember being your age, my own powers being out of control enough to hurt others.
[Peter's brows knit together, one thing sticking out fairly immediately.] Your employer?
Mr. Essex acts as a benefactor to help fund this facility. It is in a remote space to be sure of everyone's safety.
[Peter pauses his reach for his costume to look at her.] Where are we?
[Injuries on hold, sword hilt forgotten for the moment. The idea they're in Massachusetts boggles Leon. There's no way, there just is no way, there'snoway.
He keeps the hilt firmly in his grip and steps back toward Peter but he can't help the shaking - either the pain or the shock setting in to the whole situation, he couldn't say.]
[Peter reels back at the reveal they're not even in New York.] Massachusetts?!
[Leo moving back towards him is enough to help Peter shift back to something defensive, gently reaching out to his friend to pull them both back out into the hallway. The fact Leo is shaking just makes Peter more worried.
Dr. Reyes sighs a little, barely having a reaction beyond patience.]
[The barely kept anger Leo's struggling with that's keeping him on his feet even gets a firm direction with that.]
No. You stole us from our home, are lying to us about how we got here and what happened, broke our things if they even really are our things, and keep sidestepping why we can't leave.
[He'll back up into Peter's hand, sticking close by now, taking two seconds to glance at his own bloody footsteps on the floor from where he was standing and backtracked.]
[The woman shakes her head slightly, a clear disappointment crisp in her tone.]
You're both in shock, and the full story would not aid you right at this moment. When you are both calmer, I would be happy to speak with you about everything.
We're leaving. [Peter cringes when he sees the bloody footprints, on the verge of just scooping Leo up again as he pulls him out of the room into the hall.
[It happens quickly enough Peter doesn't have time to react. One moment he's with Leo, the next he's been yanked backward somewhat.
He is encased in a glowing bubble. He slips across its smooth surface, falling onti his backside.
He startles, realizing another one seemingly manifested around Leo as well.
His own bubble is pulled away from Leo's as Reyes begins walking the turtle back the way they came.]
I don't like having to do this, but it is for the best.
Leo! [Peter jolts forward against the forcefield, hitting it hard enough he hurts himself, but the panic about what is happening to his friend is hard to contain.]
[It's the shift in support that has Leo fall. Peter suddenly pulled from him and a smooth surface underneath his feet throws him off, and he goes feet over head with a shout as his leg twinges and a sharp pain in his side stabs clear through any thoughts he was pulling together.
He looks up and around at the bubble surrounding him, then searches for Peter to find his face and starts trying to shoulder his way through the barrier.]
Peter! [Another slam. It's not doing anything but making his shoulder ache like the rest of him. And then he's being walked away.] Let us go!
[Seeing Leo take that level of tumble just makes Peter's panic worse. Peter manages to stick to the surface of the shield, throwing himself at it with as much force as he can muster to break it.]
You can't just do this! Let us go! Now!
You're both more than a little too emotional at the moment for a proper discussion. [Doctor Reyes says smoothly as she walks down the hall.] When you two are calmer, a more thorough discussion can happen.
[A walk that took the injured teenagers a long time to deal with takes Reyes very little time at all.
She pushes the door open, sighing briefly at the broken door knob. More displeased at best than angry.]
Don't take it very personally if I don't believe you right now, Leonardo. You're aggravating your injuries to an extent I don't think I can put much stock in your judgement yet.
[Leo can likely hear Peter still scrabbling at his own bubble. He's kicking out at the shield, making its surface shimmer from the force alone. Then Reyes leads Leonardo into the infirmary they started in, closing the door behind herself.]
Oh, you've gone well beyond making this personal, lady. I can aggravate a lot more than just my injuries, just let me go.
[He's glaring so hard. But his heart stops for a few seconds when he sees the door click closed behind her, cutting him off from Peter. No no nonononono-]
It all seems confusing now, but it will make sense soon enough. [Is as much reassurance as Reyes gives. With a practiced hand she manages to get Leo situated again. Disarmed, back into his bed and chained back in place with a new set of stronger cuffs. A new shield is dropped back over the bed for assurance he stays in place.
Reyes makes her leave, only reappearing to repair the door and leaving Leo to lay in bed for the remainder of the day, which turns into night. Sometime around the early morning the shield dissipates.
By the time morning comes, if Leo got any sleep at all its disturbed the door handle jiggling roughly. Then snapping clean off again as the door swings open, Peter stepping in. The baggy jeans and jersey has been replaced with a loose hospital gown paired with scrub pants. He looks exhausted, but angry in equal measure.]
[It is such a long time to be stuck in one place. He tried pulling at the handcuffs (now both hands! upgrade, natch) and only hurt his arms and shoulders. He shouted for hours, until he lost his voice, coughing and gasping.
Nothing changed. Nothing happened. Except day passed into night and then to morning. No word from Peter. No sound of his phone going off with what would probably be hundreds of worried messages.
Leo almost doesn't even hear the door jiggling. But he sees the door moving in the corner of his eye and looks, wide eyed and so relieved to see Peter standing there.]
[Peter doesn't hesitate to start towards the bed, very obviously limping now but stubbornly ignoring it. What exposed skin Leo can see of Peter's arm, the array of fresh bruising from his arms to his elbow is a glaring flaw against his pale skin.
He stumbles hard into the bed, wincing openly at the collision but ignoring it to reach out and break the cuff again. It is about the same level of struggle from before; none.
He reaches out a hand to just touch Leo's cheek, just needing assurance his friend is okay. He brings their foreheads together, just trying to center himself somewhat.
Leo looks rough, Peter can guess he's been struggling here for hours.]
We're leaving. Okay-? We're going home.
[He doesn't want to let go of Leo, but he has to. He draws back, away from the bed towards one of the windows. The metal bars blocking them from accessing the glass won't last very long if at all.]
[It's such a weird thing to realize in this moment that this is officially the longest he has ever been away from his family, and even longer with no way to contact. It's eating him up inside a bit, needing some kind of contact but then there's Peter coming in close.
Once the cuffs are gone again, he starts pushing himself up with some shakiness. Only to stop when his skin meets Peter's hand and forehead.]
Home. [Leo sounds like he hasn't talked in ages, his voice scratches and breaks so badly.] Yeah. Let's go home.
[Leo being this quiet and his voice being so unsteady just makes Peter's heart hurt. He hates this situation. He hates it so much.
He channels his frustration into just breaking the bars over the window. The metal creaks and groans audibly before cracking. Each bar bends under Peter's grasp. He breaks off all the bars blocking them.
He just keeps one piece as a rod, using it to break the glass. The shrapnel hits the tiled floor underfoot, and Peter makes a point of cleaning out the edges of the windowpane. Once he's satisfied, he moves back to Leo.]
I'm going to pick you up. [Its a gentle warning, and Peter scoops the turtle up in his arms, keeping him close.]
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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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[Peter's brows knit together, one thing sticking out fairly immediately.] Your employer?
Mr. Essex acts as a benefactor to help fund this facility. It is in a remote space to be sure of everyone's safety.
[Peter pauses his reach for his costume to look at her.] Where are we?
Massachusetts.
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[Injuries on hold, sword hilt forgotten for the moment. The idea they're in Massachusetts boggles Leon. There's no way, there just is no way, there'snoway.
He keeps the hilt firmly in his grip and steps back toward Peter but he can't help the shaking - either the pain or the shock setting in to the whole situation, he couldn't say.]
We have to go. We have to get out of here.
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[Leo moving back towards him is enough to help Peter shift back to something defensive, gently reaching out to his friend to pull them both back out into the hallway. The fact Leo is shaking just makes Peter more worried.
Dr. Reyes sighs a little, barely having a reaction beyond patience.]
It would be advisable if you both calmed down.
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No. You stole us from our home, are lying to us about how we got here and what happened, broke our things if they even really are our things, and keep sidestepping why we can't leave.
[He'll back up into Peter's hand, sticking close by now, taking two seconds to glance at his own bloody footsteps on the floor from where he was standing and backtracked.]
Let us go.
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You're both in shock, and the full story would not aid you right at this moment. When you are both calmer, I would be happy to speak with you about everything.
We're leaving. [Peter cringes when he sees the bloody footprints, on the verge of just scooping Leo up again as he pulls him out of the room into the hall.
The doctor doesn't even try to stop them.]
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He is encased in a glowing bubble. He slips across its smooth surface, falling onti his backside.
He startles, realizing another one seemingly manifested around Leo as well.
His own bubble is pulled away from Leo's as Reyes begins walking the turtle back the way they came.]
I don't like having to do this, but it is for the best.
Leo! [Peter jolts forward against the forcefield, hitting it hard enough he hurts himself, but the panic about what is happening to his friend is hard to contain.]
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He looks up and around at the bubble surrounding him, then searches for Peter to find his face and starts trying to shoulder his way through the barrier.]
Peter! [Another slam. It's not doing anything but making his shoulder ache like the rest of him. And then he's being walked away.] Let us go!
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You can't just do this! Let us go! Now!
You're both more than a little too emotional at the moment for a proper discussion. [Doctor Reyes says smoothly as she walks down the hall.] When you two are calmer, a more thorough discussion can happen.
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Peter! PETER!
[But no use. She's wanting them to calm down, but they'd be calm if she let them leave.]
I'll show you calm if you let me out of this bubble.
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She pushes the door open, sighing briefly at the broken door knob. More displeased at best than angry.]
Don't take it very personally if I don't believe you right now, Leonardo. You're aggravating your injuries to an extent I don't think I can put much stock in your judgement yet.
[Leo can likely hear Peter still scrabbling at his own bubble. He's kicking out at the shield, making its surface shimmer from the force alone. Then Reyes leads Leonardo into the infirmary they started in, closing the door behind herself.]
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[He's glaring so hard. But his heart stops for a few seconds when he sees the door click closed behind her, cutting him off from Peter. No no nonononono-]
Peter!
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Reyes makes her leave, only reappearing to repair the door and leaving Leo to lay in bed for the remainder of the day, which turns into night. Sometime around the early morning the shield dissipates.
By the time morning comes, if Leo got any sleep at all its disturbed the door handle jiggling roughly. Then snapping clean off again as the door swings open, Peter stepping in. The baggy jeans and jersey has been replaced with a loose hospital gown paired with scrub pants. He looks exhausted, but angry in equal measure.]
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Nothing changed. Nothing happened. Except day passed into night and then to morning. No word from Peter. No sound of his phone going off with what would probably be hundreds of worried messages.
Leo almost doesn't even hear the door jiggling. But he sees the door moving in the corner of his eye and looks, wide eyed and so relieved to see Peter standing there.]
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He stumbles hard into the bed, wincing openly at the collision but ignoring it to reach out and break the cuff again. It is about the same level of struggle from before; none.
He reaches out a hand to just touch Leo's cheek, just needing assurance his friend is okay. He brings their foreheads together, just trying to center himself somewhat.
Leo looks rough, Peter can guess he's been struggling here for hours.]
We're leaving. Okay-? We're going home.
[He doesn't want to let go of Leo, but he has to. He draws back, away from the bed towards one of the windows. The metal bars blocking them from accessing the glass won't last very long if at all.]
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Once the cuffs are gone again, he starts pushing himself up with some shakiness. Only to stop when his skin meets Peter's hand and forehead.]
Home. [Leo sounds like he hasn't talked in ages, his voice scratches and breaks so badly.] Yeah. Let's go home.
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He channels his frustration into just breaking the bars over the window. The metal creaks and groans audibly before cracking. Each bar bends under Peter's grasp. He breaks off all the bars blocking them.
He just keeps one piece as a rod, using it to break the glass. The shrapnel hits the tiled floor underfoot, and Peter makes a point of cleaning out the edges of the windowpane. Once he's satisfied, he moves back to Leo.]
I'm going to pick you up. [Its a gentle warning, and Peter scoops the turtle up in his arms, keeping him close.]
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enjoy peter acting without thinking part #8932
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