mcu/rise mashup

[neonleon]

for heyunderoos

this au got us bad so fast

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[heyunderoos]

I'll never be sick of you. You're everything I want. [Peter knows Leo is attempting to joke, but he answers with easy conviction. A reassurance both of them probably need.

This was supposed to be fun. Peter just ruined it by getting too excited at even a hint of privacy. If he just stuck to one thing, they could have had a better time.

He grabs his pants, sliding into them with relative ease. He slides into his boots, lacing them up quickly. He grabs his mask, tugging it on as well to hide his expression. Leo can mask his feelings better than Peter can. The lenses of his mask begin blinking alongside his own once they sense his eyes behind them.

Peter turns his attention toward the door. His voice firm, leaving no room for argument.]

We'll be there in a minute. Don't wait for us.

[neonleon]

[Leonardo watches him move out of the corner of his eye. Even Peter doesn't want to look at him or show his face. Leo really messed this up. He wishes he could fix this. He wishes he could go back about twenty minutes and change how he did things. He would've focused on making Peter feel good, make sure Peter is taken care of...

Something to consider for later. He'll do that. He'll wear Peter out so hard that he'll have to miss tomorrow's meetings.

After Peter speaks to whomever is on the other side of the door, Leo's there at his back before he can blink, one hand gently holding Peter's side. He buries his face into Peter's hair at the back of his head, whispering.]

I'll fix this. I'll make it up to you.

[heyunderoos]

[He blinks a little at that. He is more than a little thrown off by the response. He reaches out to lay his hand against Leo's own at his waist. Normally he would look back to gauge Leo's expression, but he can't at the moment.]

Leo... You don't have to make up for anything, okay? You didn't do anything wrong. I did. [He feels like that's obvious. It should be in Peter's mind.] I know we'll have fun later.

[neonleon]

[Leo shakes his head. Not Peter's fault, he didn't do anything. But they won't get anywhere with this right now.

He moves his hand to squeeze Peter's waist gently before backing up and taking a deep breath. Staring at the door.]

We will. Promise.

[heyunderoos]

[Peter seems on the verge of arguing with Leo before clicking his teeth together. They really don't have the time to even discuss it.]

Okay.

[He reluctantly steps out of Leo's hold, moving to open the door. It swishes open. Whoever had come to give them the reminder had left. Peter uses the moment to move his hand across the front of his suit to smooth out any wrinkles as he starts down the hall towards the meeting room. He knows Leo will follow him.]

[neonleon]

[Sure will.

He's in the meeting, leading it and no one the wiser. Except maybe his brothers and Peter, who can tell he's... distant. Distracted a bit behind his eyes. He goes over the distribution lists, the needs heirarchy (children first of course, mothers and then the rest of the civilians, then everyone else lowest rank and going up from there), and next week's duties list.

Afterward, he sits at the table as everyone files out. Leo staring down at it like it will tell him the secrets of the universe. For someone who had his husband howling an hour ago, Leo doesn't seem all that triumphant.]

[heyunderoos]

[Peter hangs back, speaking up when needed, but... really, Leo is the one who does a lot of the talking. There are only ever mild additions from other people to support the plans already set in place or already in motion. He's fallen into leading, and it comes naturally to him.

How distant his husband is... well, it feels obvious to Peter. It just makes him feel worse. He just wanted them to have a good time, to thank Leo for the gift.

Now it was soured.

The brunette bids people goodbye as they file out, making passing small talk about plans, just trying to keep things normal as he can. Beyond a few amused looks, no one thankfully comments on how obviously loud the two were earlier.

Peter glances back at where Leo is seated. He frowns under his mask, nodding wordlessly at April before turning to head back towards the table.

He comes to a stop next to his husband, laying a gentle hand against Leo's shoulder.] Hey, you.

[neonleon]

[His eyes are focused intently at one of the routes outlined on the map. An easy supply run. It should be easy.

He hopes it's easy.

Leo rubs at his mouth when he feels Peter stepping up to him. He doesn't moves his eyes from the map even as his husband touches at his shoulder.]

We'll need to make sure we have a scout or two at the mouth of this mountain range.

[heyunderoos]

[Any disappointment Peter feels is short lived. They can't even really be... Peter or Leo right now. It's an old wound. Something he has to ignore.

Right now, its Rebellion talk only. Nothing else.]

Right, we'll need it. [He squeezes Leo's shoulder before withdrawing his hand to merely stand next to Leonardo. His tone is plain, simple.] I'm sure we'll have a few volunteers crop up for it. We have a few people graduating into active combat duty who are looking for a first mission. They tend to be eager enough to try anything.

[neonleon]

[Leonardo nods; that'll be a good first mission.]

Take someone experienced and they'll be fine. This is an easy one, shouldn't be more than two days.

[If it's more than that, he'll delegate a few other experienced fighters to go with and keep an eye on their scouts. Hopefully it doesn't come to that. He hates this. Raising people in to fighting war. It wasn't what their father wanted for them. It's not what Leonardo wants for anyone else.]

I think it'll be fine.

[heyunderoos]

We'll see if anything changes before then, if we need to divert anyone else to tag along. [Peter answers with a nod of his own. Sharing some of the same sentiments.]

I know we'll be fine. [It is easy to step into that belief. That belief that things will be fine. Hope comes easily.

Peter isn't unaware of how some people think its childish to hold onto that, but, he doesn't particularly care.] It's one of the least risky things we'll be dealing with.

[neonleon]

Yeah. Just a supply run.

[What could go wrong? Leonardo sits back in the seat heavily, exhaling loudly. It was a long, irritating meeting. And he still has a lot of work to do before he can stop for the night.]

Thanks for the input there, bee-tee-dubs. Always good to have your eyes on another angle.

[heyunderoos]

[Peter nods a little, though he smiles a little at the 'bee-tee-dubs', the eyes of his mask narrow with the shift of his expression. It's more Leo than it has been through the full meeting.]

You know I'm always happy to help. [It's genuine, easy on his part as he shrugs a little.] Kind of part of the job description.

[An easy enough joke in the moment as he glances around the meeting room. The place isn't a complete disaster for once, still not great, but Peter can get it sorted in shape easily enough. One less thing for Leo to deal with.] I'll start getting things cleaned up.

[neonleon]

[One more slow inhale as he sorts out his schedule in his own head.]

I'll meet you later. I'll speedrun everything else I've gotta do so I'm done the rest of the night. All right?

[He sounds... unsure at the end there. Like asking permission. Is Peter all right with this?]

[heyunderoos]

[Peter nods again. He hesitates, before raising a hand to draw the edge of his mask up and over his mouth. He dips in to quickly press a kiss against his husband's forehead before drawing back.]

All right. I'll see you later. [He wants Leo to stay, he wants his husband, but... he knows what Leo's schedule is like. He knows he took them off track for a good while earlier.

He draws his mask back down into place with an easy enough tug.]

[neonleon]

[Leo stills at that affection, watching Peter. Even as the stress and wrinkles ease a bit when he smiles at his husband.

Before Peter can turn, Leo reaches out for his hand.]

Hey. ...Love you.

[heyunderoos]

[Peter stills as his hand is caught in Leo's own, smiling under his mask at his husband's words. He gently laces their fingers together. There are so many things he wants to say.

He reaches through their shared ninpo as well, just letting a gentle rush of feelings pool between them. Warmth, affection, fondness, love just clear between them.]

I love you too.

[neonleon]

[He feels it, that assurance and love through the ninpo. He smiles a little warmer, lifting Peter's hand to kiss his knuckles before letting go.]

I'll meet you back at our room in a few hours.

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[heyunderoos]

Okay. [He softens a bit further at the way Leo's smile grows warmer. All he wants to do is hold his husband. He leaves their connection open as he draws back. The threads weaving them together radiating love.]

I'll be waiting. [He finally turns, moving to do as he intended, cleaning up the disastrous meeting room.]

2/2

[heyunderoos]

[Peter reclines a little further back into bed, half propped up on the two pillows the couple share. A few loose pieces of paper lay next to him, some of his own written instructions nearby incase he wants to brush up on what he's doing.

Peter has been keeping himself relatively busy with the origami animals he's making.

His current turtle isn't perfect, but he'll get it properly in shape soon enough. Normally he works at an actual table instead of reclined in bed in his pajama's.

He can wait.

He's good at waiting.]

[neonleon]

[Commander Leonardo Parker-Hamato is a busy turtle. He goes from handing out meals at the mess hall to cleaning up dishes in the mess hall. To helping carry all the actual, nonreusable rubbish to the burn bin. Bringing refills of formula and cloth diapers to the spot most everyone has delegated to be childcare. Helping someone else with their personal laundry because that was his cost of giving up his personal stash of potatoes.

It's a few hours before he puts his hand to the door lock and watches the door whoosh open, some extra clean clothes tucked under one arm and a small box in his other hand.]

Sorry to keep you.

[heyunderoos]

[Peter sits up at his husband's arrival, his expression warms up several degrees.

He has no idea how much Leo has gotten up to, assuming his normal duties had needed more attention. Peter had fallen into his own routine easily enough, always just narrowly missing his husband in the process.]

You didn't keep me. [He says this easily enough as he shuffles the papers back into a pile. He sits up completely to open the drawer of their nightstand. He stashes his collection of papers in there, along with the origami turtles he's been working on. His most recent half-finished one is added to the pile as well.]

[neonleon]

Glad to hear it. [Cute. It's always cute. He reaches behind him to flick a small lever, locking their door. If anyone needs them, it'll be an actual emergency they can yell for.

Honestly... Peter here is just the image he wanted to walk in to. 'Home' isn't quite right, nothing will ever be 'home' until the war is over. But for now, it's where they're comfortable. Leo steps in, setting the clean clothes and box down on the desk before starting to get his scarf-cape off and going through the paces of undressing.]

How many is that now? In the drawer.

[heyunderoos]

More than four. [He teases a little as he settles back onto the bed, just languid and comfortable.

All the seriousness of being Commander Parker dropped away to just Peter. He's curled comfortably enough in Leo's spot on the bed, preemptively warming it up for him.] Twelve. Probably enough to give to the kids, but, I'll be sad to stop making them. It's a habit now.

[neonleon]

Who says you have to stop?

[He glances over his shoulder and is struck by how... perfect he looks like this. Piled up in his spot on the bed, comfortable and loose as himself and not Commander Parker.

Leo wishes they could always have this. He huffs through his nose with a smile and starts shucking off his pants. His tail wags happily with the freedom now.]

Just keep making them if they make you happy right now.