"Get outta here if you don't know"

[takeitslow]

Who: Peter (takeitslow), Wanda (seeingscarlet), and You
When: 15th to early 18th in the medbay, late 18 to the 23rd in the hold
Where: Medbay and the Hold
What: Directly after this. Peter really screwed up and now he's hanging out in the medbay until he recovers. Later he hangs out in the hold. Wanda's around to feild all your questions about how stupid her twin is.
Warnings: Discussion of character death, violence, and severe injuries



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[takeitslow]

He watches Sans walk, that constant burning sensation in his muscles that tell him to move worsening. But he stays seated, pinned by emotion and the nagging worry that he was setting another relationship on fire.

So he sits, never still while Sans gathers his thoughts and sits while he unloads them onto Peter.

No. It's the first think on his mind and it's nearly the first thing out of his mouth. He's barely able to bite down the urge to shout it, that damning thing called respect is all that keeps him quiet. He's the older brother and that's all it means. He has to look out for them, he has to keep them from his problems. Because if he doesn't, than what's the point to him? It's his one good contribution to the world, looking out for his siblings. It's the only thing he's never felt he screwed up.

Until now.

Sans is rubbing salt in the wound, to bring up how he's kept his sister in the dark. That first conversation with Wanda once she'd found out had felt like getting stabbed all over again. Not in how she yelled or threw his lack of trust in his face. She wouldn't. It was the kindness in how she treated him and the bone deep disappointment in her eyes. Even as messed up as he let himself get back home, with all the stealing and cop visits and the DNA, he'd never seen that from his sisters before.

"Look, Wanda already talked me down about not telling her. I know I got to stop pretending that she, that any of them need me to take care of them like that." Because as much as he wants to be, he's not their older brother. He's not Pietro, he's not older and wiser and that hero they knew. He's out of sync with them, and it's something Peter's only noticing now. This family doesn't need him in the way they did at home.

"But I don't know how to do it. I don't know how to just let it go and let them just-" He makes some vague hand gestures, sighs and drops his face into his hands. The excitement is wearing down, the fight draining out of him. It leaves Peter just feeling tired. "Maybe I just don't know what I'm doing."

[skelepun]

Still standing, Sans is struck first by how small Peter looks. It's a rare sensation, finding someone else smaller than him -- a position reserved for little children and littler monsters, two kinds of people in short supply on the Moira.

But still. Peter looked small.

If Sans had a gut, it might be twisting right about now.

"Kid..." He begins, heaving a breath of his own before kneeling down in front of him. "You made a mistake. It happens. Do you wanna know how many ways I fucked up looking after my family?" If Peter was going to answer, Sans makes sure to beat him to it. "Well, it's a lot. Lot more than you, that's for sure. All thing's considered this screw up is, y'know... fixable."

A big deal, yes, but Sans knows when a battle's revved to go into extra innings and when you need to call it early. There will be time for this talk again, when cooler heads might prevail.

"You're young. That's not a crime."

[takeitslow]

He's not crying, that's not why he's refusing to look at Sans. He's too old for there to be tears over his mistakes. He's nearly a damn adult, not some child who broke the window. He's mature and capable of dealing with his emotions like a man's supposed to.

It's just that he's not been talked to like this in a very long time. Not since he was little, when his powers first started and the problems first started. Back when his mother would find him with bruised knees and a wet face and remind him broken glass could be put back together. He'd do better next time. It wasn't the end of the world.

He's not crying; his chest just hurts because maybe he's not fully healed yet and his eyes just burn because he won't stop rubbing at them. He's not looking at Sans, because he just doesn't want to. That's it.

"You think so?" It comes out small and childish and tight with too much emotion. He sort of wants to punch himself for it, smooth move Maximoff. Sans doesn't need to repeat himself and Peter needs to get up, face everything that's being said here. If he's going to be an adult, then he actually needs to be one.

But maybe there's a part of him that's still that ten year old, needing to be reminded again that it wasn't the end of the world.

[skelepun]

No tears. And if there are, Sans staunchly refuses to notice them, eyelights fixed instead on Peter's own.

"J's gonna come back." Sans reminds him, voice unwavering on that point. He refuses to entertain the thought that she wouldn't. "Your sister's already forgiven you ten times over. Rinzler is... we'll deal with him. There's gonna be a way to make this stop."

If has to put the scare into the program himself, welp, them's the breaks. He slaps Peter quickly on the knee, rising to his feet.

"C'mon, kid. We gotta get you back before anyone figures out you're missing."

[takeitslow]

There's a part of him that's been terrified that she won't, mind stuck on the worst case scenario. Sans's simple affirmation shouldn't make him feel better, and that feeling of reassurance probably won't last long once he's left alone in the cell to wait, wait and wait, but for the moment it works. It's like running cold water over a burn or scratching at a mosquito bite; a temporary relief but relief all the same.

It's good enough to carry in the moment.

He scrubs at his face a few times, taking a deep breath before taking his hands away and standing up. His eyes are red rimmed and glossy, but he doesn't look like he's about to burst into tears anymore. He gives Sans a shaky nod and a shakier smile.

"Yeah. Can't have you getting into any trouble over me."

[skelepun]

"Me? I never get into trouble." He offers a hand to Peter, hoisting the kid up. The gesture is all it takes, and by the time Peter is standing the world has once again melted away -- replaced with brief blackness before fresh surroundings filter in.

Bars are between them again, Sans' skeletal hand still holding fast to Peter's through the thin gaps. He withdraws it slowly, forearm making it's way through without so much as snagging on the bars. An advantage of being all bones.

"I should go." He decides, not quite making moves to leave just yet. There's a beat before he continues, eye sockets pressed with rare and highly fleeting earnestness before he erases it all with a wink.

"Be good."

And in that moment, he's gone.