[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.]
[Leo sort of wishes Peter had stuck around a few seconds longer, but this is way way more important. By the time Peter's got the bars broken off, Leo finally is up on his feet, rubbing his wrists and trying to limp his way over. His leg is in so much worse condition for his fighting the whole time.
But he watches the glass get cleared out. Nods when Peter says he's picking Leo up, winces as he raises his arms for the scoop, feeling the muscles pull painfully.]
Right, right- we're going. [Peter just cradles Leo close, at this point afraid to let him go. He moves to clamber up onto the windowsill, pushing himself out of the window. One edge of hanging metal bar Peter had broken off catches at his back in passing, tearing a bit of the hospital gown, but Peter doesn't really care or notice beyond a pained intake of breath. It's a shallow but painful wound he can heal over easily enough.
He's just happy they are outside in the chill of the early morning. Peter waits for a second, just letting his eyes adjust to the low lighting before he starts running. His limp makes his gait odd, and a little janky, but he's just ignoring it in favor of staying on task.
Maybe he planned on letting Leo walk at some point, but right now his mind is solely focused on the broken gate further ahead of them. The apparent edge of the property leading into woods.]
[he can't see it, but he can feel when the metal slices through Peter's back. Shallow or not, he wishes it wasn't, but if it means they get out and can get home, then it'll be fine. It has to be fine.
The chill makes him shiver and curl up more against Peter's front not really able to regulate his own heat right now. But it's outside which is better than inside.]
[Peter just keeps moving, trying to focus on the goal of safety. What lay in the woods was a mystery to both of them, but it is better than being held captive.
The closer they get, the clearer it is the gate hasn't been maintained for years. Old metal has rusted over, plant life growing over pieces of it. Peter is trying to override the exhaustion wanting to make him crumple. The new aggravated injury and bruises he's given himself over the course of a day.
They are getting so close to freedom. Safety.]
We can go home, and rest, it'll be okay. We'll be okay.
They gotta be worried. The guys and your aunt, they have to be.
[He can picture the calls and missed texts they both probably have waiting for them. He doesn't know how exactly they'll get back to Manhattan, but that's a problem to figure out once they're away from this place.]
Get some celebratory welcome back pizza and drinks, wind down and recover playing video games and whatever else we feel like doing.
[A weak kind of laugh escapes Peter, the sound is rougher than it normally would be. His voice is decidedly less shot than Leo's but he's done his own amount of yelling from his own cell.
The air was only getting colder the further he ran, making Peter wish he thought to grab a blanket or jacket. Something.]
Won't be surprised if they make both of us go on bed rest. [Peter can heal faster, but May would definitely make him stay off his feet.] So, it'll be a lot of celebratory pizza from bed.
[The air is getting colder and Leonardo's teeth start chattering, just a little. Enough he can feel it in his jaw. He can only generate so much of his own heat, so he leans into Peter a little more to soak up his.
But something catches his eye the closer to the gate they get. Some... blink or flash of something, he didn't catch it.]
Definitely. Just bury us in pillows for a while and let us get waited on.
Seems fair, we were kidnapped for like- way too long. [Peter completely misses the blink, more focused on the other teenager in his arms. Worry about Leo getting too cold occupying his mind.
Enough so as they get close enough to the gate he doesn't really pay his Spider-Sense much mind.
Thus he hits a familiar forcefield with a lot of force, and just bounces back from it.]
[Its more reflexes that keep his fall from being as terrible as it could be on the wet grass.
He grunts at impact, just focused on landing safely without losing Leo in his grasp. The hospital gown clad teenager is trying to make sure he takes as much of the impact as possible.]
[Leo's too busy looking for that flash he saw. Right up until they both slam into the forcefield and bounce back. He clings to Peter as they go down, trying to shift so all his weight doesn't just slam into him.
He ends up bouncing and sliding on the grass next to Peter, pushing himself up to look and he sees the effect ripple down the entire forcefield. Watches it go ... and go....]
No... It's - [He's up on his feet unsteady for a breath before going to the forcefield and slamming his fist against it, seeing the same ripple go out and around the hospital.] It's around the whole property.
[Peter needs a second, just to regather himself after hitting the forcefield as hard as he did. He clutches at his nose, very aware he's at least bleeding from there now.]
It- It can't- [He scrabbles onto his hands and knees, smearing blood on the wet dewy grass as he pushes himself up. He goes quiet as he watches the ripple go. He sways in place for a moment.
He more carefully reaches the forcefield. He places a hand against it, expression just blank.] She- how can she even manage this-?
[Leo's feeling the isolation from his brothers more powerfully now. They don't know where he is, he doesn't have a way to contact them, he's not even in the same state, he doesn't know where he is himself, he doesn't have a way out, he doesn't have a way out-
He's getting a little more frantic slamming against the barrier now, well beyond twisting his injured leg worse, starting to cause some impact damage to his shoulder between yesterday and now.]
There has to be... a seam on here. There has to be [Peter winces at the franticness. He's on the edge of a full panic himself, but he's trying to swallow it down.
He reaches out to gently lay a hand against Leo's shoulder, trying to draw him back into something less panicked.] You're hurting yourself, Leo.
I can look, okay? If it's solid, I can at least climb it.
If I can find a seam, I can at least break through it. [Peter offers as an uncertain compromise. Neither of them have an actual plan. The brunette is at least trying to mentally make a plan.] If I can't get it with just my hands, I can at least go back inside and find something to help.
[He doesn't want to go back inside. He really does not, but, its an option.]
We'll figure something out. Soon as we know for sure.
[Normally he's planning ahead, normally he's got about eight steps and two different pathways figured out. But he's so out of it, he's tired, he's hungry, he's hurt and he's scared.]
Okay. Just... [Peter hesitates, debating with himself before untying the neck tie at the back of his hospital gown top.
He slides it off. Some embarrassment creeps briefly under his skin at being topless around his crush, but it doesn't last long.
He turns back to Leo, moving to just drape the large cotton-y hospital gown over him. He ties the neck ribbon gently, making sure it'll stay on and in place.] Here. It won't be a lot, but it's gonna be warmer than nothing, right?
[He's turning a little red, but makes sure to move towards the forcefield wall, scampering up it with only mild struggle since his ankle is not doing great.]
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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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But he watches the glass get cleared out. Nods when Peter says he's picking Leo up, winces as he raises his arms for the scoop, feeling the muscles pull painfully.]
Let's get out of here. Before she gets back.
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He's just happy they are outside in the chill of the early morning. Peter waits for a second, just letting his eyes adjust to the low lighting before he starts running. His limp makes his gait odd, and a little janky, but he's just ignoring it in favor of staying on task.
Maybe he planned on letting Leo walk at some point, but right now his mind is solely focused on the broken gate further ahead of them. The apparent edge of the property leading into woods.]
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[he can't see it, but he can feel when the metal slices through Peter's back. Shallow or not, he wishes it wasn't, but if it means they get out and can get home, then it'll be fine. It has to be fine.
The chill makes him shiver and curl up more against Peter's front not really able to regulate his own heat right now. But it's outside which is better than inside.]
The gate's broken. it's broken, we can do this.
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The closer they get, the clearer it is the gate hasn't been maintained for years. Old metal has rusted over, plant life growing over pieces of it. Peter is trying to override the exhaustion wanting to make him crumple. The new aggravated injury and bruises he's given himself over the course of a day.
They are getting so close to freedom. Safety.]
We can go home, and rest, it'll be okay. We'll be okay.
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[He can picture the calls and missed texts they both probably have waiting for them. He doesn't know how exactly they'll get back to Manhattan, but that's a problem to figure out once they're away from this place.]
Get some celebratory welcome back pizza and drinks, wind down and recover playing video games and whatever else we feel like doing.
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The air was only getting colder the further he ran, making Peter wish he thought to grab a blanket or jacket. Something.]
Won't be surprised if they make both of us go on bed rest. [Peter can heal faster, but May would definitely make him stay off his feet.] So, it'll be a lot of celebratory pizza from bed.
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But something catches his eye the closer to the gate they get. Some... blink or flash of something, he didn't catch it.]
Definitely. Just bury us in pillows for a while and let us get waited on.
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Enough so as they get close enough to the gate he doesn't really pay his Spider-Sense much mind.
Thus he hits a familiar forcefield with a lot of force, and just bounces back from it.]
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He grunts at impact, just focused on landing safely without losing Leo in his grasp. The hospital gown clad teenager is trying to make sure he takes as much of the impact as possible.]
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He ends up bouncing and sliding on the grass next to Peter, pushing himself up to look and he sees the effect ripple down the entire forcefield. Watches it go ... and go....]
No... It's - [He's up on his feet unsteady for a breath before going to the forcefield and slamming his fist against it, seeing the same ripple go out and around the hospital.] It's around the whole property.
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It- It can't- [He scrabbles onto his hands and knees, smearing blood on the wet dewy grass as he pushes himself up. He goes quiet as he watches the ripple go. He sways in place for a moment.
He more carefully reaches the forcefield. He places a hand against it, expression just blank.] She- how can she even manage this-?
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He's getting a little more frantic slamming against the barrier now, well beyond twisting his injured leg worse, starting to cause some impact damage to his shoulder between yesterday and now.]
This- has- has to be - generated.
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He reaches out to gently lay a hand against Leo's shoulder, trying to draw him back into something less panicked.] You're hurting yourself, Leo.
I can look, okay? If it's solid, I can at least climb it.
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Yeah... Y-yeah, go ahead. If you can climb it and find an opening or seam, then-
[Then what? Leo doesn't have his sword, there's nothing for Leo to latch onto, Peter doesn't have his web fluid.]
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[He doesn't want to go back inside. He really does not, but, its an option.]
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[Normally he's planning ahead, normally he's got about eight steps and two different pathways figured out. But he's so out of it, he's tired, he's hungry, he's hurt and he's scared.]
I'll keep an eye out.
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He slides it off. Some embarrassment creeps briefly under his skin at being topless around his crush, but it doesn't last long.
He turns back to Leo, moving to just drape the large cotton-y hospital gown over him. He ties the neck ribbon gently, making sure it'll stay on and in place.] Here. It won't be a lot, but it's gonna be warmer than nothing, right?
[He's turning a little red, but makes sure to move towards the forcefield wall, scampering up it with only mild struggle since his ankle is not doing great.]
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enjoy peter acting without thinking part #8932
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