[Peter's been missing for long enough. The Hamatos don't know what to make of it, but they can track both him and his phone (two separate places), so while Mikey went after the phone, Don gave Leo the coordinates and a map ping because Leo does not know coordinates to Peter's tracker.
An abandoned warehouse, it looks like. They know Peter had been doing something, some kind of routine collaboration with another hero recently. Leo hadn't run into the guy or known anything about him, and the whole "brought from another dimension" was a little too convenient an excuse for why there was no information about him for Leo's liking.
So he walks around the area, before starting to call out.]
[The quiet that follows the call is eerie, only making the warehouse seem emptier somehow. The rustle of the wind outside of the building and the slow click of the door closing behind Leo as he walks inside.
The building has seen much better days. Old wooden palettes line the entrance, dirt and some garbage is crammed against the edges of the wall. The array of windows in the building have been boarded up from the inside.
A man's voice called out.]
And you must be one of Spider-Man's friends. One of his turtles.[The seemingly materializes ahead of Leo, just out of reach.]
[The click of the door is bad, it's Bad bad bad but Peter's tracker was pinging here. he's not leaving without Peter.]
Friend yes, possession no. [It's a weird way to greet him, and the sudden materializing does not work for Leo. He wants to immediately be on edge, ready to fight, but if he knows where Peter is, then he needs to at least try.]
Sorry, kid. He's not here. Just me. [Mysterio says casually, a little too jovially.] He was supposed to meet me here, but, I guess he flaked on both of us.
[Leo still watches him, listening for anything shifting around them.]
He doesn't flake out. Not on me.
[It's said with a quiet conviction, something Leo knows. Nevermind that Peter's just.. been really busy lately. That isn't flaking out. That's having stuff to do.]
Hate to be the bearer of bad news, kid, but- he's a flake. Great super hero, terrible at everything else. [Mysterio says casually, with a flippant wave of his hand. The gesture casual, far too relaxed.]
Then again, he did give up a lot for you, didn't he-? [The question hangs between them.] Guess he couldn't flake on that.
Your little family, that city of yours, those friends in that pizzeria. It's cute, how much he'll give up for you. [Mysterio says easily, as if lost in thought.]
[He almost had his hand to the door, ready to leave. Family's safe enough to assume, anyone loves the city they grew up in. But the pizzeria is a little too specific. Not everyone has That One Pizzeria they always go to and make friends at.]
Not a great answer when I ask that kind of question, kid. [Mysterio answers with a brief bark of laughter. The friendly façade already cracking.] Four turtles, a rat, the sewers.
A hidden city underground. A pizzeria hidden in an alley.
My game was to play nice enough all of you fell in line, but a little spider couldn't keep out of it. [Beck sighs melodramatically as if affronted by this flaw in his plan.] Now you and your little family are poking around. Not likely to leave it be.
[He rematerializes further in the warehouse, standing as he hefts up a metal chair seemingly out of nowhere. Peter is limp where he is tied to the chair, and gagged. His dark hair was matted to his skull by sweat and blood, seemingly unaware of Leo's presence, much less anything else around him. He's clearly been beaten from the rough state of his suit is in and how limp he is.]
You're looking for this aren't you? [He roughly pats Peter's cheek, making the teenager stir slightly, groaning around the gag.]
[It takes him a second to look, to really see what's happening. But when he does -]
Spidey!
[Still careful with the name, no matter how he instinctively wants to call out Peter. But no obvious visible injuries save whatever that blood is in his hair. He still looks like he got the shit kicked out of him and Leo wants to run, run, get him, portal him away anything to get him back. But ...]
Like I said, kid. Parker got a little nosy, I don't tolerate that. [Mysterio jeers from under his helmet, before tossing the chair aside. It skids across the floor, hitting the ground with a loud thud. Peter jolts at it, coughing around the gag. Mysterio raises himself back into the air, the warehouse floor starting to be obscured by fog seemingly rolling in.]
[It only takes a second, seeing the trajectory of Peter's chair with him in it for Leo to figure out where to portal. In a flash of electric blue, he reappears where the chair should be at least, trying to swipe away at the fog.]
[When he does cut through the fog, he'll find nothing there, just rolling fog and an empty chair.
Then if he's unlucky, he's likely to be struck by something in the fog at full force.
Mysterio swirls around in the air, just watching visibly before he ripples out of sight again. The fog grows thick and unruly.
Though the ground underfoot changes, the floor feels damp, sticky. Pulsating almost as if alive. A glance downwards would reveal its a sickly pink color.]
[He keeps slicing through the fog. Finding nothing. No Peter. No Peter no Peter, where where is he-
Leo tumbles forward with the hit, barely catching himself and looking up just in time to see Mysterio disappear again. And then he feels the ground.
Pulsing. Alive and sickly pink and his worst nightmares again. No no nonono they're gone, they shouldn't be here. He can't do anything for how his pulse quickens, his breath catching in his throat.]
[He can feel his heart racing to get out of his chest, the bile threatening to claw its way up his throat and out at the sight of it all. Why is breathing so difficult so suddenly?
He instinctively ducks and rolls from the swing, landing facing the other direction to see what was there.
Nothing.
God. Okay. Focus. Breathe, breathe, no matter how difficult it is right now. Listen. Remember training, even if that means taking longer to find Peter, Peter might be in real trouble, Peter might be dying-]
[The scent in the air only grows more putrid as Leo takes a moment to breathe.
A wet slithering sound fills the silence, something is coming at Leo quickly. A low laugh echoes in the space. Krang Prime's eyes glitter in the darkness of the fog.
If Leo feints backward out of the strike range, he'll discover the floor under him gives way.]
[The laugh has him on edge. The eyes in the dark sends him running. It only takes a second to flip out of range, and that same second for the ground to break underneath him, shattering into pieces and sending him falling through nothing.
He can't breathe, he can't get his head on straight, but he can at least swipe a portal underneath him to keep trying to go back up, slowly and gradually.]
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An abandoned warehouse, it looks like. They know Peter had been doing something, some kind of routine collaboration with another hero recently. Leo hadn't run into the guy or known anything about him, and the whole "brought from another dimension" was a little too convenient an excuse for why there was no information about him for Leo's liking.
So he walks around the area, before starting to call out.]
Spidey? You here?
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The building has seen much better days. Old wooden palettes line the entrance, dirt and some garbage is crammed against the edges of the wall. The array of windows in the building have been boarded up from the inside.
A man's voice called out.]
And you must be one of Spider-Man's friends. One of his turtles.[The seemingly materializes ahead of Leo, just out of reach.]
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Friend yes, possession no. [It's a weird way to greet him, and the sudden materializing does not work for Leo. He wants to immediately be on edge, ready to fight, but if he knows where Peter is, then he needs to at least try.]
You know where he is?
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He didn't call you here? Huh.
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He talked about you like a friend, so I'm asking. Is he here?
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He doesn't flake out. Not on me.
[It's said with a quiet conviction, something Leo knows. Nevermind that Peter's just.. been really busy lately. That isn't flaking out. That's having stuff to do.]
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The gesture casual, far too relaxed.]
Then again, he did give up a lot for you, didn't he-? [The question hangs between them.] Guess he couldn't flake on that.
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[The longer this goes on, the less Leo likes this guy. He's starting to back toward the door again.]
If he's not here, then I'm moving on.
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A lot of secrets to keep, isn't it?
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...If he were giving up anything, he'd tell me.
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Did he even tell you that he was coming here?
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But... that is true. He didn't mention coming out here. It's just where his tracker led.]
You still don't know anything.
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A hidden city underground. A pizzeria hidden in an alley.
Familiar?
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That's too many details on target. Peter wouldn't have told this guy any of that. So how? Trackers maybe? A micro-transmawhatsit like Donnie uses?]
What's your game?
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[He rematerializes further in the warehouse, standing as he hefts up a metal chair seemingly out of nowhere. Peter is limp where he is tied to the chair, and gagged. His dark hair was matted to his skull by sweat and blood, seemingly unaware of Leo's presence, much less anything else around him. He's clearly been beaten from the rough state of his suit is in and how limp he is.]
You're looking for this aren't you? [He roughly pats Peter's cheek, making the teenager stir slightly, groaning around the gag.]
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[It takes him a second to look, to really see what's happening. But when he does -]
Spidey!
[Still careful with the name, no matter how he instinctively wants to call out Peter. But no obvious visible injuries save whatever that blood is in his hair. He still looks like he got the shit kicked out of him and Leo wants to run, run, get him, portal him away anything to get him back. But ...]
Why?
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Say bye-bye.
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[It only takes a second, seeing the trajectory of Peter's chair with him in it for Leo to figure out where to portal. In a flash of electric blue, he reappears where the chair should be at least, trying to swipe away at the fog.]
I'm here- Peter, I'm here.
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Then if he's unlucky, he's likely to be struck by something in the fog at full force.
Mysterio swirls around in the air, just watching visibly before he ripples out of sight again. The fog grows thick and unruly.
Though the ground underfoot changes, the floor feels damp, sticky. Pulsating almost as if alive. A glance downwards would reveal its a sickly pink color.]
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Leo tumbles forward with the hit, barely catching himself and looking up just in time to see Mysterio disappear again. And then he feels the ground.
Pulsing. Alive and sickly pink and his worst nightmares again. No no nonono they're gone, they shouldn't be here. He can't do anything for how his pulse quickens, his breath catching in his throat.]
Where is he!
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Something is skittering nearby, a familiar pink presence that looms in the fog. Mysterio laughs in the background.]
You'll have to find him, now won't you?
[What seems like a Krang swings on Leonardo with a tentacle.]
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He instinctively ducks and rolls from the swing, landing facing the other direction to see what was there.
Nothing.
God. Okay. Focus. Breathe, breathe, no matter how difficult it is right now. Listen. Remember training, even if that means taking longer to find Peter, Peter might be in real trouble, Peter might be dying-]
Just... Focus.
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A wet slithering sound fills the silence, something is coming at Leo quickly. A low laugh echoes in the space. Krang Prime's eyes glitter in the darkness of the fog.
If Leo feints backward out of the strike range, he'll discover the floor under him gives way.]
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He can't breathe, he can't get his head on straight, but he can at least swipe a portal underneath him to keep trying to go back up, slowly and gradually.]
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