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.]
[His head cocks that direction mid-portal before he looks up at the way back. Something isn't right. Something about this is not right, normally he's more on the ball. But it's Peter. He can hear Peter down there, so he's- He has to.
Leo hesitates before gritting his teeth, tightening his muscles and letting himself fall. without another portal.]
[The fall feels both too short, and too long all at once. Like Leo is hurtling though space as the world around him whirls with a mixture of green fog and fleshy pulsating walls.
He can hear the Krang leader's laughter following him.
The ground is surprisingly hard, old wood that has yet to be tainted with the Krang's reach. The living walls seem to be creeping downwards after Leonardo. Squelching wetly as new sections take shape.
A single light sways overhead where the ceiling hasn't been caved in by the Krang's presence. It flickers, giving the room a dull almost yellowed glow.
A figure lays a few feet away, curled in on himself. The red and blue fabric of is suit catches the light. The figure breathes out weakly, head lulled to the side.]
[While the illusions are fake, the feeling of the impact is real. He groans when he hits the ground before realizing what's around him. His worst fucking nightmare as the wet sounds hit his ears and he wants to withdraw into his shell so badly.
But Peter.
His breath stops as soon as he sees Peter laying there. And in a second, Leo's half trying to get to his feet, half running to get to him.]
[The fallen figure doesn't move until Leo finally gets close enough to reach him.
Peter's breathing is labored. He curls into himself, starting to cough again. His hands raise, scrabbling at his face desperately. Gloved fingers catch at his hair and at his face. He is unaware of Leo, unaware of anything else.
He coughs harder, his chest heaving in the effort it takes to breath. Like he's trying to get something out of his body.
Finally, Peter moves to lay on his back and it becomes clear enough one the socket in one eye has been pried apart, a golden yellow very alien eye peers back out at Leonardo. Pink tendrils push outwards across his scalp and face, slowly taking over bruised and cut skin.
The matted blood in his hair from earlier only seems to have gotten worse thanks to the pink Krang tendrils pushing themselves to freedom. The scent of blood only makes the area around them smell worse.
The fabric of his spider suit is tattered, burnt in places. New holes are made as the infestation settles over his body. Weaving through his limbs, pulsating wetly. It settles over his fists, and lower arms in a tight woven knot of flesh.
Another eye froms, locking onto Leo finally.
His movement isn't smooth, but he pushes himself up, his gaze locked on Leonardo.
Recognition isn't present in his gaze at all as he stands up.
Green fog rolls across the ground, rising as Peter sways in place. He looks like a strong enough breeze could blow him over.]
It's definitely more than a shout, but it isn't as full as a scream when Leo sees it. That unnatural, sickly yellow eye focusing on him. Leo's breath is gone, vacated from the premises as he stares at Peter, infected and taken over by the Kraang.
This shouldn't be happening. This can't be happening. They'd taken care of the Kraang leader, he was gone, and the other tw-
Fuck. The other two. Had they gotten out? Or had Beck's people gotten one to sample and make this happen? There are any number of possibilities but the result is the same: Peter is here, in front of him, taken over and there isn't anything he can really do about it.]
Peter- [His voice comes out croaked, blustering and struggling.] Peter! Don't- Don't worry, we'll figure this out. We'll get you fixed.
small>[Panic. That's the feeling he's having right now. Panic.]
[He should recognize that. Leo should be able to recognize that Peter's ninpo isn't with the Peter right in front of him. But he's too panicked, too off kilter to notice just yet, taking steps back and jumping out of the way of the Krangter attacking him now.]
Peter! It's me, come on- You can't- can't be this.
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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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Below he can hear coughing, Peter's voice breaking as he says something that's lost in the whoosh of wind that is starting to pick up.]
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[His head cocks that direction mid-portal before he looks up at the way back. Something isn't right. Something about this is not right, normally he's more on the ball. But it's Peter. He can hear Peter down there, so he's- He has to.
Leo hesitates before gritting his teeth, tightening his muscles and letting himself fall. without another portal.]
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He can hear the Krang leader's laughter following him.
The ground is surprisingly hard, old wood that has yet to be tainted with the Krang's reach. The living walls seem to be creeping downwards after Leonardo. Squelching wetly as new sections take shape.
A single light sways overhead where the ceiling hasn't been caved in by the Krang's presence. It flickers, giving the room a dull almost yellowed glow.
A figure lays a few feet away, curled in on himself. The red and blue fabric of is suit catches the light. The figure breathes out weakly, head lulled to the side.]
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But Peter.
His breath stops as soon as he sees Peter laying there. And in a second, Leo's half trying to get to his feet, half running to get to him.]
Peter! I'm here- It's all right.
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Peter's breathing is labored. He curls into himself, starting to cough again. His hands raise, scrabbling at his face desperately. Gloved fingers catch at his hair and at his face. He is unaware of Leo, unaware of anything else.
He coughs harder, his chest heaving in the effort it takes to breath. Like he's trying to get something out of his body.
Finally, Peter moves to lay on his back and it becomes clear enough one the socket in one eye has been pried apart, a golden yellow very alien eye peers back out at Leonardo. Pink tendrils push outwards across his scalp and face, slowly taking over bruised and cut skin.
The matted blood in his hair from earlier only seems to have gotten worse thanks to the pink Krang tendrils pushing themselves to freedom. The scent of blood only makes the area around them smell worse.
The fabric of his spider suit is tattered, burnt in places. New holes are made as the infestation settles over his body. Weaving through his limbs, pulsating wetly. It settles over his fists, and lower arms in a tight woven knot of flesh.
Another eye froms, locking onto Leo finally.
His movement isn't smooth, but he pushes himself up, his gaze locked on Leonardo.
Recognition isn't present in his gaze at all as he stands up.
Green fog rolls across the ground, rising as Peter sways in place. He looks like a strong enough breeze could blow him over.]
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It's definitely more than a shout, but it isn't as full as a scream when Leo sees it. That unnatural, sickly yellow eye focusing on him. Leo's breath is gone, vacated from the premises as he stares at Peter, infected and taken over by the Kraang.
This shouldn't be happening. This can't be happening. They'd taken care of the Kraang leader, he was gone, and the other tw-
Fuck. The other two. Had they gotten out? Or had Beck's people gotten one to sample and make this happen? There are any number of possibilities but the result is the same: Peter is here, in front of him, taken over and there isn't anything he can really do about it.]
Peter- [His voice comes out croaked, blustering and struggling.] Peter! Don't- Don't worry, we'll figure this out. We'll get you fixed.
small>[Panic. That's the feeling he's having right now. Panic.]
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Then Peter drops to the ground on all fours, darting at Leo. He's agile, quick, clearly intending to knock the turtle backward by leaping at him.
Oddly for their close proximity, Peter's ninpo feels distant.]
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Peter! It's me, come on- You can't- can't be this.
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