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Tech support #1

[Rottmnt Donnie x gn!reader]

Is breaking into a lab at your university a crime? Maybe. Does one of the greatest geniuses in the world (this is not exaggerated at all) care about it? No.

Story about certain turtle meeting a superhero and becoming their tech support.

Warnings: none (yet)

English is not my fist language so there might be bad grammar or spelling errors, sorry! (I'm trying my best to check everything before posting but if you see smth let me know)

Masterlist

Hiii sooo I finished the first chapter and I'm excited to write more!

I love tmnt and spiderman so I thought it would be cool idea

Anyway, enjoy ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

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Is breaking into a lab at your university a crime? Maybe. Does one of the greatest genius in the world (this is not exaggerated at all) care about it? No.

That's pretty much how Donnie found himself creeping through the empty halls almost in the middle of the night. It's been a while since he started searching for one of his school's more abandoned labs. But he was determined.

Recently he accidentally eavesdropped a conversation between two of his classmates. Well, not really eavesdropped, because the were talking on definitely lounder volume than most of the class and Donnie just happened to be sitting behind them. They were talking about some older lab in the farthest corner of the school that no one really visited.

And who would pass on such an opportunity for a new quiet workplace? Definitely not the Donatello Hamato.

With self-made goggles on his eyes he scanned the area slowly making way further and further into the dark corridor carefull not to make to many sounds. He's never been to this part of the school so navigating there was quiet a challenge with how many turns and doors were along the way. Seriously, they at least could have given them a layout of the building at the beginning of the year.

Reaching the end of the hall, Donnie stopped in his tracks. Rays of yellowish light filtered through a small window in the last doors falling on the greyish floor.

Maybe... someone just forgot to turn of the light earlier before leaving? No, janitors always check it after everyone leave.

No matter with how many excuses Donnie's been trying to come up with there was no other explanation.

Someone already was there.

Sudden wave of anxiety washed over Donnie as he reached to pull lightly at the end of his purple mask. Were those this guys talking about the lab in his class? That would make sense. But for some reason he had a feeling that it wasn't them.

After the moment of paralyzation, Donatello began making steady steps ahead. Stopping before the door he exhaled shakly not knowing he was holding his breath. Being as quiet as he could, he listened to the hushed voice from the inside of the room.

"Yeah, yeah I know I was a little bit to reckless." said the voice with quiet whine. Donnie guessed the person that voice belong to was talking through the phone, because he couldn't detect any other presence beside them. "But what could I do when he just suddenly trow a wHOLE BENCH-"

The voice stopped. He heard the sound of several papers being picked up and stuffed in a drawer. The sound of his heart was louder than the stapes coming out of the lab. Just as Donnie started to think of an escape plan he heard the voice again - this time more nervous.

"I think that someone-" they were cut off by the person they were talking to. How could they know that he was here? "But what if it's- Can you stop interrupting me for a second? What should I do?"

And this was the moment Donatello decided it's time for him to go. No matter who that person was or how they knew he was here he didn't want to be spotted, and in the worst case scenario reported to the teachers. He never will get detention like his twin (Leo was almost always in detention and Donnie certainly didn't want to deal with being in one room with his brother at the same time for so long). It's not like Donnie have never done something that would put him in so called 'after-class prison'. He just never got caught like his dumb-dumb brother(s - every one of them got it at least once).

Maybe he could just threaten them to not tell anyone?

...what they were doing here in the first place?

Lost in his head Donnie failed to notice a shadow slowly approaching the door. With one quick motion the door opened revealing the mysterious person from the not-so-abandoned lab.

For a few first seconds both of them were just standing staring at each other. It was so quiet (and probably as awkward).

As he lifted his goggles of his face, Donatello watched them with a strange kind of disappointment seeing that they were just some random normal student. They had [s/c] skin mostly covered by dark clothing in which the most signifying thing was the colorfull jacket (that gave him the sense of deja vu for some unknown reason). One of their hands was tightly wrapped around the strap of the cross body bag. Donatello noticed several pins, patches and keychains from different types of media on it. He could even recognize most of them (especially that one pin wit Atomic Lass on it).

"Uh, I was just leaving so-" they started talking startling Donnie a little. "-could you just... pretend you never saw anything?”

The mysterious person said nervously darting their eyes at everything but on him and just now he looked at their face. Even in the dark he could see every bigger and smaller detail, his own eyes jumping from the shiny [e/c] eyes to nose and lips and even to tiny scars scaterred on their skin. Scars huh?...

"Oh..." they breathed out finally laying eyes on him. "Turtle."

Donnie sudently felt a pang of irritation.

"Yes, excellent observation. I am in fact a type of reptilian, to be exact a one from the Trionychidae family." he responded totally not sarcastic.

The [h/c] haired teen stared at him in shock not knowing what to say for the first few seconds. Donnie was just about to start going on a rant on the topic of different species of turtles when they opened their mouth.

"Fancy way of saying you're a softshell turtle but okay." they muttered to themselves. "What I meant was, you're one of the turtle brothers. For so many yokai and mutants going to this school, you guys are the most recognizable." the teen started lightly bouncing on the heels of their feet before adding. "And we have at least four classes together every day."

Huh, that was a surprise. The turtle never noticed them in class before. Then again, he never pays attention to other students unless they're doing projects, which requires having a partner, or they are talking about something that catches Donnie's attention.

"I am not a bit surprised that my intellect is so recognizable among my peers and many others." he proclaimed with confidence. "However, now I'm more intrigued about what someone like you is doing in a school lab at 11:53 p.m."

Donatello rised one of his drawn eyebrows looking at them suspiciously. Small bead of sweat rolled down their neck.

"Well, I..." bright eyes shifting from his face to the ground and again on him. They cursed internally to themselves for not being able to hold eye contact for long enough to not appear suspicious. "I have permission form a teacher to use this lab."

"Why and which teacher would get you an access to-"

"What are you doing here though?" the more human one of the pair, swiftly avoiding the topic, tilted their head curiously.

It was his turn to sweat.

"I may have heard about an unoccupied lab and simply thought that such a place couldn't go to waste." the purple turtle pointed his tree fingered hand at the entrance to the room, hiding the other in the pocket of his hoodie.

"Understandable." they nodded at his reasoning. "Though, could you not tell anyone about it?"

"Why is that? I thought that you had permission form the teacher." Donnie questioned.

The teen scratched lightly their arm.

"Well, I do have a permission form Mr. Stark." they send him knowing look.

Oh, that made sense. Mr. Stark was known to be genius but rather... nonchalant teacher, which caused him to appear ignorant and selfish (being rich certainty did not help erase this assumptions). However, that wasn't true at all. He just cared in his own unique ways like, in this case, providing the workplace for one of his students. Although, he didn't really conducted any lessons, anyone in school could cusually talk to him about anything school- or no school-related. Mr. Stark was just kinda there if someone needed him.

So, in conclusion, a permission from him specifically isn't very reliable for other teachers.

Donatello hummed to himself, thinking for the most profitable solution.

"Let's make a deal." he requested firmly. "I won't inform any of the authorities of this university, which could get you and Mr. Stark in trouble, and you will give me an access to also use this lab. Of course, I won't interfere with your work and I expect to you do the same with mine."

[e/c]-eyed teen went silent, thinking expression on their face. The deal was pretty fair, they really didn't want to get them and the teacher in trouble, and letting him work in the lab shouldn't be a problem. Except, it was risky. He could find out.

But maybe they just need to hide their things a little better.

"Okay."

"I don't think you want to get into unnecessary trouble- wait, what?"

"I'm okay with that arrangement. I mean, I won't lose anything on that and I don't mind sharing." they shrugged, extending their hand. "So, deal? Oh, I'm y/n Parker by the way."

The turtle stared intensely at their opened palm not moving neither of his own. Instead, from under his purple hoodie appeared a metal limb reminding the other teen of spider legs. It grabbed their hand and firmly shook it.

"It's a deal then, y/n Parker."

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Donnie ever so often found himself spending time in the lab. He observed that the class was much bigger on the inside that he thought. It also had an equipment that the turtle couldn't find in any other place in school. They were clearly bought or constructed by y/n (which the latter he was doubtful of).

Speaking about the teen, although Donnie never was really interested in his peers, he sometimes caught them walking somewhere in the back of his mind. They never stayed for long, only leaving unanswered questions that lingered in his brain later. He could learn nothing from the brief conversations they had every time they were switching turns in the laboratory. Or even when they started making small talks during the day in school (which he kind of enjoyed, because the turtle rarely had any classes with his brothers due to being on different profiles). What he could learn, however, was that with the level of sarcasm and jokes they could almost match his. Almost. Which made every exchange of words interesting.

But despite their friendly and teaseful nature, Donnatello was convinced they were hiding something.

He even made a list of what he found suspicious. It mainly contained things like:

- the fact that they never wanted to tell the purple turtle what exactly they were doing in the lab and always perfectly covered any evidence of teen being there,

- y/n was also avoiding certain topics, like, what connects them to Mr. Star or why they were just randomly disappearing from school,

- and the colorful jacket, which Donnie still found weirdly familiar.

And after a long internal discussion with himself, Donatello decided today was the day he will find out the truth.

That's why he was now searching every drawer in the laboratory for any kind of clues. Today, for some unknown reason, y/n hurriedly left seconds after he opened the door, throwing a quick 'hi', before disappearing around the corner. Therefore, Donnie decided it was excellent time to pull on a little investigation.

Shuffling through the papers scattered on the table, his dark eyes scanned every bit of information on them. However, they seemed to be encrypted, making it difficult for the turtle to understand exactly what was written on them. When he was starting to get irritated, he spotted, under all the other paper sheets, something what looked like a blueprint of unknown mechanics. Small device in the shape that reminded him of a tear, was drawn with precision. Every little detail was carefully described, from how the parts were made, to in what way they need to be put together.

Donnie could probably analyze it for hours and lost himself in the vortex of work, but what most cached his attention was what was on the other side of the paper.

A recipe for web fluid with a 'Synthetic Webbing' written in the top left corner of the page.

"Salicylic acid, toulene, methanol, carbon tetrachloride, potassium carbonate, and ethyl acetate, huh..." he read out loud. "What would they need to create a webbing like that for? Judging by its structure it needs to be load-bearing and strong, hold with extreme amounts of tension and stress, yet have a little stretch to it."

The most important thing he could recall now, was that spiders were able to produce sticky thread, using it to create webs. Which, somehow, was the missing puzzle piece that he yet needed to put in the right place.

What exactly spiders have to do with that-

"Wait a minute." Donnie mumbled to himself.

In the New York City was one particular spider that everyone recognized - Spiderman. The faceless hero, in the black and [f/c] suit with a jacket thrown over the shoulders, protecting the city from any danger. The turtle himself was never really as interested in superhero as his brothers, but because of them he knew more overall informations.

Rubbing his chin, Donatello looked around the lab trying to put all those informations together. His eyes, however, landed on familiar colorful piece of clothing left hanging loosely on the chair back.

Suddenly, with wide open eyes, his stomach twisted uncomfortably giving him this weird feeling of dread and realisation. Quickly he stuffed the rest of the papers in the drawers trying not to accidentally rip them. Seconds later, the door to the lab opened revealing [h/c] haired student.

"Sorry, Donatello, I just forgot my-" they halted seeing the blueprint in turtles three-fingered hand.

He felt his heart stopped beating for a moment before he was able to speak.

"You were in a hurry and left couple of things, so I thought I would offer my assistance and clean up! Yeah..." the purple turtle explained tugging at the end of his mask. "Although, I may have accidentally get to know the content of one of your projects, which leads me to the question. What is the purpose to create artificial web-"

"Cosplay!" they expressed loudly, surprising him and themselves. "I mean- yeah, I just wanted to make, uh, Spiderman's cosplay! For convention! Yup, that's right."

The teen nodded with a smile, not knowing who they're trying to convince more, him or themselves. Donnie only rises his eyebrow.

Unfortunately (or fortunately), both of them were terrible at lying.

"So, are you..."

"Yeah, well..."

Both students were staring at each other uncomfortably.

"I'm assuming that Mr. Stark knows about that, and that's why he let you use this lab?"

"Well, actually, I was there before and he caught me while I was testing the web." they explained, scratching their arm. "He helped me with the whole... hero thing, I guess."

Donnie nodded, still being lost somewhere in his head.

"How exactly did this... happened? What I mean is, I noticed that you posess only certain aspects of a spider, like, being able to attach yourself to different surfaces." the turtle trailed off ready to go on a rant. "However, you need to fabricate the webs yourself, so, I'm assuming that means your body can not produce them itself-"

"Donatello, as much as I would like to listen to your genius talk, I'm afraid I don't have many answers for you." they hold up their hands in defensive manner and dropped their [e/c] eyes to the floor trying to avoid his gaze. "Besides, it's not really interesting story. I was bitten by radioactive spider and started sticking to random things. That really freaked me out. But I guess I just grown up to accept that now I have weird superpowers."

"What about being a hero? Why-"

"Can you not tell anyone?" they cut him off hastily while focusing up on him again with pleading look. "I know I can't really force you to do that, but maybe there is something I could do? I can't really think of anything I could offer though... It's easier and safer when less people know..."

He began to think, wondering what he might possibly want from them. What might they have that Donnie couldn't construct himself? Or what information they possessed that could satisfy him? For a brief second he even thought of organising a meet-up for his brothers who certainly would be delighted to converse with a hero, but quickly dismissed the idea realizing that it would led to questions how he was able to meet Spiderman in the first place.

However, maybe there was something that Donatello would be interested in...

"How about this," he started clasping his hands together. "For exchange of my silence, you will provide me with informations on your whole hero life, including the topics like, what style of fighting do you have, what your enemies are like, how exactly does your tech works, and so on. I would also like to help you advance your inventions, because for what I see there is still room for improvement."

y/n just stare at him dumbfounded, trying to process all the information he threw at them. That was kinda a lot. Didn't Donnie said sometime before that he wasn't interested in superheros or any of that kind of stuff? They still could clearly recall that one time in class, when group of people were talking about Spiderman, saying that the hero must have some cool magic stuff helping him fight, and the purple turtle lould expressing that it had to do something with technology and not non-existing magic. Then he proceeded to dismiss the need of having a so called superhero, saying he had better solutions in terms of improving the city's safety.

It's almost like he wanted to...-

"Are you saying that you wanna be some kind of my tech support?" they smirked suddenly feeling smug. "You're asking for much there, turtle boy. You should know it's not really the safest job."

The [h/c] haired teen furrowed their brows saying the last sentence in sceptical tone. The last thing they wanted was to put another person in unnecessary danger.

"Must you have put it like that?" Donnie rolled his eyes at the silly title. Then he put on a more serious face. "I am aware of the risk this request might bring with it. Nonetheless, I have my own reasons of doing that. Also, I may or may not took a pity on you and simply thought you could require a little assistance."

"Assistance? Me? Please, I am very well organized with everything-"

"Why were you in hurry earlier?" he asked crossing his arms while lifting one of his drawn eyebrows.

Their eyes widened in realisation.

"Oh, shit- aunt is so gonna kill me." the young hero said hurriedly and darted to the door in such speed that even the blue hedgehog would be jealous of.

"I think you forgot something." Donatello lifted their colorful jacket of the chair and extended his arm towards them.

The teen hastily turned around, grabbed the jacket and again speeded of to the exit.

"Thanks Donatello, see you tomorrow!"

"You can just call be Donnie or whatever. And try not to fall of the stairs!" he shouted after them not expecting any answer.

Despite that, he could hear a distant 'Bye, Donnie!' accompanied by sound of running.

The purple turtle stood on the center of the lab a little longer.

"Sigh. How this dumb-dumb is even alive..."

This is going to be interesting, wouldn't it?

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It's only the first chapter so nothing crazy happens here, but it'll be more interesting later

I think it's not bad tho

I'll also post it on ao3 and probably also wattpad later (I'll post link to it)

Updates will be under the tag

#tech-support ☆

And any questions, answers, fan arts and comics (that I plan on making) and else related under

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So if you have any questions or just want to share something related to this fic then please go ahead! I really like talking about my AU's (￣∇￣)

Anyway, hope you have a great day/night! Bye~

- ghost

I need to get up to school in like 6 hours

And there is math test too

At the same time I want to finish the first chapter of that Donnie fanfic

damnnnn life is hard

I may or may not also change the whole layout of my blog cuz I want to change the name (that I also want to do rn but I really should go to sleep-)

Tech support #2

[Rottmnt Donnie x gn!reader]

Is breaking into a lab at your university a crime? Maybe. Does one of the greatest geniuses in the world (this is not exaggerated at all) care about it? No.

Story about certain turtle meeting a superhero and becoming their tech support.

Warnings: none (yet)

English is not my fist language so there might be bad grammar or spelling errors, sorry!

Masterlist

This one is a little shorter that the first chapter but the first two are more of an introduction

There will be more action in the next one

Enjoy ٩( ᐛ )و

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The purple turtle sat in the class, his finger tapping nervously on the desk. He glanced at the empty seat on his left and then on the clock.

'One minute remaining...'

Other students as well as the professor were ready to start the lesson. Anxiety started to build up in his body making him feel tense. Why was he so nervous anyway? He has all day to talk to them, and besides he isn't in that much hurry to work on improving their inventions. Nor he is excited to do that. Not at all.

Suddenly, in line with the bell announcing the beginning of the lesson, the door to the hall burst open almost falling off its hinges. And at the entrance stood no one other than y/n Parker.

Donnie sighed under his breath feeling the tension leaving him while the teacher looked at the newcomer unamused.

"Ah, Parker, you finally arrived. How delightful." big polar bear yokai crossed her arms on her chest.

"Good morning, Mrs. Storm! Nice to see you too." the teen answered with a bright smile. "I'm not late today, as you can see, and I have that assignment you wanted me to do."

[h/c]-haired student fanned themselves with blue folder, walking up to the older woman. They set the item down on her desk and walked in Donnie's direction. Waving with two of their fingers they settled on the empty seat beside him and started taking out their notepad and searching for some lose pen in their bag. Some of the other students started wispering between themselves.

"Hi. Sorry I left like that yesterday" y/n started a little awkwardly finally fishing out the [f/c] pen. "But I got more time to think about it and came to the conclusion that..."

The softshell turtle hold his breath. Right, they never said they agreed to the terms of proposition he made. The young hero was right, this is really risky. If anyone found out he was involved with Spiderman in any way, he could be in danger. His family could be in danger. Donatello, however, was confident in his abilities (maybe a little to confident) and belived he will be able to protect them.

"I know it's sudden, but I can assure you that-"

"I think we could give it a go." they cut him off. "But let's talk about it later. Mrs. Storm is pissed off enough with me already." a small chuckle escaped their mouth trying to light up the mood.

The turtle rolled his eyes and flicked them in the forehead earning a quiet yelp of surprise.

"Well, let me remind you that her actions are completely justified by you not being able to submit an assignment in established time period." he said it in the tone he would talk to a child (or Mikey).

"Is it my fault that bad guys always appear when I have work to do?" muttered the teen rubbing the sore spot. "By the way, you wanna eat lunch together? So we could talk and all. I have a cool spot were I usually eat alone, but I guess that you are worthy enough for me to tell you about it."

"Sigh, I'm starting to regret associating with you." playful tone could be heard in his voice making the statement way less theatening.

"Yeah, I hear it a lot." they announced while this time taking a book from their bag.

"You talk to other people?"

The teen stiffed, blushing from embarrassment.

"Do you talk to anyone beside your brothers and April?" they mocked in hushed voice.

"For your knowledge, I do-" the purple turtle began to answer matching their volume when they interrupted him.

"Artificial intelligence does not count, Donatello."

"Scoff, of course it does!"

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It was funny how easily both students clicked together. Their conversations never seemed to be forced or awkward in any way. Donnie took a note of the fact that y/n was quiet a chatterbox if you give them a chance. They always talked about anything and everything, jumping from one topic to another. When to many thoughts were trying to come out at the same time, the young hero stumbled on their words needing time to form a proper sentence. Fortunately for them, the softshell turtle quickly catch on with what they're trying to say finishing their trail of thought (making them incredibly happy for not needing to compose an understandable sentence). After such a short amount of time spend together, they were able to talk like old friends who met after long separation.

Donnie's thoughts were drifting in his head as he slowly strolled to on of the tables in the cafeteria. Swiftly avoiding dumping into other students he arrived to where his brothers were seated. Putting hands behind his back, the turtle cleared his throat catching their attention.

"Sup Donnie! How have you been doin'?" the oldest of the turtle siblings waved at him. The others followed suit with their greetings.

"Salutions, dear brothers. I'm doing fairly great, thank you. However, I'm here only to inform you that I will not spend lunch with you this time." he nodded while scanning the crowd, like he was searching for someone.

"Huh? Why's that, Donnie?" questioned Mikey swinging his legs under the table. Despite not going to the same school as his older siblings, the box turtle often sneaked out to spend lunch breaks with them. "If you're going to do some mad genius stuff instead of eating your lunch, I swear I will shove it down your throat myself-"

"No, no, it's not like that! I will eat, I can assure you, but just not here." he hurriedly responded not wanting to activate Dr. Delicate Touch in his brother.

He still has trauma after the last time he accidentally skipped a meal being lost in his work on his 'battle shell' (which wasn't meant for battle but Donnie enjoyed calling it that).

"So, what's the occasion, my dear twin?" Leo glanced at the purple turtle behind his shoulder giving him a smirk. "Perhaps you're... meeting someone?"

That's when Donatello started to sweat. The blue twin was way to confident for this to actually be a question and, thanks to this weird psyhic bond they had as twins, the softshell turtle could tell that Leo knew something he shouldn't.

For some time now, Leonardo started to notice that his brother was sneaking out in the middle of the night more frequently than normal (and he totally did not know that because of his insomnia), which wouldn't be anything new but what piqued his interest was where the other turtle was going. Usually, when Donnie was slipping away, it was to his secret spot (not really a secret anymore because Leo was well aware of it) on the rooftop of the dorm where all of them were living. But that was only durring times when the softshell turtle got overwhelmed after a stressful day and needed to sit in silence and cool off.

And yet, this time the younger twin was clearly taking trips to the depths of the university building instead. That caused Leon to worry, and as a response brother he is (obviously not because he liked snooping around), the red-eared slider opted to discreetly follow Donnie to, what he later found out, a lab.

At the time, he didn't thought of it as anything weird for his genius brother to sneak into this particular place. What was suspicious, though, was the mysterious individual he talked with everytime before entering the lab. To be honest, despite initial hesitance, Leo was happy for his brother leaving his comfort zone and making new friends (even if it still was a little suspicious that they were meeting in the middle of the night). After a few conversations he eavesdeopped Leonardo realized that this person wasn't really that bad anyway. That's also why he didn't confronted Donatello about it or told others. Even with how much the blue turtle liked to annoy his twin, Leo knew that he needed some time outside of their family circle.

If Donnie ever did wanted to introduce them, then he would tease him about it sooo much.

"I do not know what are you referring to, Nardo. I'm simply craving a quiet place to eat my today's second meal." trying to keep his 'bad boy' persona the turtle only shrugged turning his head to the side. "Now, if you excuse me, I'll be going. Take care, brothers."

With that, Donnie swiftly turned around and headed to the main exit.

"Bye D!" the youngest of the brothers waved at him, and then immediately started to consume the contents in his lunchbox (which the individually made for everyone in his family, of course including April).

The purple turtle answered with small wave of his own, disappearing in he ocean of students.

"What did you mean by 'meeting someone', Leo?"

"Oh, it's nothing."

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"Donnie, there you are!" joyful voice echoed behind the reptile. "Honestly, I thought you kind of ditched me."

"Please, I do have morals. Besides, I don't see any reason to abandon you. Quiet opposite! You won't get rid of me that easily now." he send them playful smirk while walking up to the other teen.

"Wouldn't dream of it!" putting a hand on their forehead, y/n dramatically leaned back, looking as if they were about to fall.

Donatello only rolled his eyes pretending to be annoyed.

"So, where is that 'secret place' of yours?" he questioned, while they started walking through the corridors.

A giddy smile was the only answer he got. In attempt to satisfy his curiosity, the purple turtle told himself that they will arrive to their destination soon enough.

In spite of the school being fairly big, not many students remained in the halls during lunch break which gave them more mobility with moving through various corners and forked corridors. The surroundings became less and less populated as they finally reached the locked rear exit of the building.

"What are you planning on doing now? Show me some of your rad spider skills?" Donnie asked mockerly lifting his eyebrows.

"Hmm, not exactly." the teen smirked reaching to their jackets pocket. Small metal item shined in the light. "I have this."

After several seconds, where y/n was trying to correctly put the key in the lock, doors were open. Holding them with one hand, the spider hero bowed theatrically placing the other arm behind their back.

"After you, Mr. Donatello Hamato." changing their accent they looked up at Donnie's face trying to see any sign of amusement.

Apparently, their acct was enough for a small smile to appear on the turtles face as he started to internally curse himself for finding funny the joke that Leo could probably say. He just hopes that the blue twin won't find out about this, or any other of his brothers at that matter.

"Oh, such a kind deed is much appreciated." the softshell turtle mimicked their voice.

Short giggle escaped their lips as they straightened. With a nodd they gestured him to pass the door. He complied and after a short while he could feel the sunlight hit his skin warming him up. The light breeze swayed the tails of his mask as he took a deep breath, inhaling the clear air (well, for as clear as New York's air can get). Donnie appreciated the nice weather even if he didn't go out much. It was nice to sometimes go out and 'let your body breath' as they say.

"I like coming here. No one really knows about this place so it's pretty peaceful." they trailed off, [e/c] eyes lifting to the clouds above with unusuall for them melancholic look. "This way. There is a bench we can sit on."

Lazily strolling through the grass they turned behind red brick wall visibly corrupted by the atmospheric phenomena. There under the the shade of the tree stood a bench, the wooden planks covered in colorful drawings and inscriptions probably already made some time ago. In front of it was located a small garden table with the same amount of vivid paint on it's dark surface peeking through the uncolored fragments of the countertop. All of it fitted in small plane of grass surrounded by old walls from three sides.

"Welcome to the Spidey's Spot!" y/n expressed loudly spreading their arms wide. "Or, well, basically my mini hideout. Don't be shy, go sit!"

The teen started digging through their cross bag while Donnie made himself comfortable on the bench. Setting his own bag beside him, the turtle took out a purple lunchbox with an Atomic Lass sticker on the top of it. Opening the container, the first thing he spotted was yellow sticky note on the bottom of the lid telling him to have a nice day, little chibi face of his youngest brother drawn in the corner. Donatello's mouth twisted in genuine smile. After a while [h/c]-haired student sat beside him by an amount of distance to not make him uncomfortable which he greatly appreciated.

"So! If you wanna be my sidekick-" their statement was hastily cut off.

"Not a sidekick. Support was better term." the reptile rolled his eyes taking a sandwich out of the box.

"-my support then. I need you to be hundred percent sure! I'm aware you're perfectly capable for this position and I know I'm repeating myself but I want you to understand how dangerous it would be for you and your family." they said with a frown on their face.

Various thought started racing through their brain bumping into each other and scattering around. Memories displayed on the big screen of their mind clouding their thoughts and tearing them away from reality slowly causing a pulsating headache beaming in their head. Reminiscence of 'that day' made them somewhat paranoid of becoming closer with anyone. The young hero don't want to fail anyone again.

Donatello took a deep breath.

"I understand what you mean, I really do. However, like I said before, I have my own reasons. Also, I'm confident in keeping safe those who I'm close with." he answered keeping his voice as reassuring as he could. Despite his sarcastic nature the turtle knew when to be serious. And he really wanted to believe his words himself.

Moreover, Donnie needed to know what caused that strange feeling of deja vu he had for some time now.

After brief silence the more human one of the pair slowly nodded still not looking at the turtle. "Okay... Okay. I'll hold you to that, Tello."

"Sigh, I guess that's better than turtle boy or sidekick." he joked rolling his eyes (which he did noticeably frequent while in their presence), smirk on his lips. "But if we are going to be associates you need to have more faith in me. In addition, we must establish the exact terms of our cooperation, such as roles, schedule and payment-"

"Whoa, whoa- hold on there. You think I get salary from being a superhero?" the teen laughed, tugging lightly at the [h/c] strands on the back of their head. "Ha, I wish."

"Of course I thought that not-so-legal hero wannabe is being paid by the government that, by the way, hates their guts for keeping the city safe better than them, he said sarcastically."

"Hey! Not a 'wannabe', I am a hero." they pouted crossing their arms and turning away form the softshell turtle, small smile appeared on their face. "Oh, right! I forgot I was supposed to give it to you."

y/n reached out unclenching their fist, purple colored pendrive lying in their palm. Taking the device in his tree-fingered hand he noticed 'tech-support' written in black familiar looking letters, an acknowledging humm came out of him.

"On this you will find everything you want to know: basic information about me and the enemies, combat styles, my blueprints and, uh, deciphered notes cuz I'm sure you won't get enything from the papers in the lab." they explained pulling granola bar out of their bag, opened the wrapper and took a bite. Leaning against the back of the bench their [e/c] eyes glimpsed at him.

"You were well prepared, I see. How long did it take to arrange all the information?" the purple turtle hid the memory stick in the pocket of his hoodie.

"Oh, well... I had it for some time now." the teen avoided his sight taking another bite of their snack. "I just... decided to store it in more convenient way so it's easier to understand. Yeah."

Donatello peered at them weirdly.

"Anyway!" they snapped suddenly turning to him and extending their hand. "Welcome to Spiderman's crew, Tello."

Their cheerful smile seemed to shine brighter than the extending rays, a sparkle twinkling in their eyes. After a moment, took their hand with his own and shook it firmly. The cold from his skin traveled through their arm sending cool shiver.

"Thank you for the warm welcome, Spidey."

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"Who even gave you that?" asked the turtle standing up from the colorful bench. After officially sealing their cooperation both teen talked through the numerous different topics till the end of the lunch break. Fortunately, the professor, with who they were supposed to have a class now, was notoriously getting late.

"Gave what?" y/n lifted their eyebrow taking their way to the school's back entrance.

"The nickname. Spidey." he clarified. "It sounds like something my brother Michelangelo would come up with."

"Haha, I don't know actually. Maybe he did, who knows?" the hero lightly scratched their arm.

'Well, he isn't really that far from truth...'

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I'll post on wattpad and ao3 soon

Have a good day/night ☆(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*

- ghost

I posted the fic on wattpad if someone prefer to read it there!

Here's the link

The second chapter will be out today or tomorrow bc I only need to edit it

I was supposed to finish it last week but I got a little sick and couldn't stay awake for to long (　；∀；)