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GT 2023 Day 29: Broken Bones

In every other universe, Gwen Stacy falls for Spider-Man. And in every other universe, it doesn't end well.

...And I'm afraid this one's no exception..

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I like to imagine that some of the previous prompts and this one all represent different nightmares and fears that Miles Morales has.

Day 4 being him confronting The Spot while powerless or after his home is destroyed, Day 13 being him chased and cornered by Miguel, Day 22 being him losing his mentor Peter Parker, and this prompt being his closest friend, Gwen, getting hurt. It's quite sad the more you think about it especially with the release of The Spider Within.. :(

But don't worry, Miles. You can wake up now, the nightmares are finally over..

Gwen Stacy belongs to Sony and Marvel.

"Everything is blue...

His pills, his hands, his jeans.

And now I'm covered in the colors,

Pull apart at the seams.

And it's blue... And it's blue...

Everything is grey...

His hair, his smoke, his dreams.

And now he's so devoid of color,

He don't know what it means.

And he's blue... And he's blue..."

~

-Colors, Halsey

Whumptober No.13

They think he's immune to injury like the rest of them... But of course, they don't need to know he isn't. Just breathe in, breathe out, no matter how much it hurts.

(Click for better quality)

davey did the lines + i coloured (were not allowed to draw ever again) (goodbye)

Foresight is 20/20- Part 2/4

Warnings: Non-graphic description of broken bones, Izuku having dark thoughts, brief mention of suffocation. Let me know if I missed any!

I didn’t expect to have the second part of this done so soon but I was out today and bored so hammered out the last bit of this part, so here we are! I’ve got a rough idea of where I want this to go and it’s looking like it’ll be 3 or 4 parts!

All day, Mirai couldn’t find it in him to focus completely on his work. His thoughts drifted back to the tiny boy, now sat in a jar in his kitchen.

It was a poor decision on his part but he’d seen the panic in that tiny face and felt the terrified hammering of his heart against his fingertips. He didn’t have the time to comfort him before he was late for work and he didn’t want him running around where he could get hurt, so the jar seemed logical. With an internal wince, he knew he had to apologise to the boy when he got back.

He did have to wonder why the boy had been in his agency in the first place. Did he live there? Was he alone? He must have a family— oh kami, had he accidentally kidnapped a child?

If Mirai left earlier than usual after being distracted all day, no one mentioned it.

When he arrived home, he already had an apology on his lips until he stepped into the kitchen and his heart stopped. Shattered glass was all over the floor and with the jar gone, it wasn’t hard to put together where it came from. He immediately crouched by the mess, scanning for any sign of the green-haired boy.

There wasn’t a trace of him but there also wasn’t any blood so Mirai could at least feel relief that he wasn’t injured. No signs of a break in so he must’ve escaped on his own. If he wasn’t so worried, he’d be impressed. It would’ve taken incredible skill for him to get out the jar on his own.

Mirai figured if he was smart enough to get out of a jar alone then he also would be smart enough to hide. That at least meant he wouldn’t be out in the open, where he could be hurt.

It didn’t stop him watching the shadows in his home, hoping to catch a glimpse of the boy. There wasn’t any sign of him at all and Mirai could only try his best to put it out of his mind and refocus on his case.

——

Izuku was really stupid sometimes.

Leaving his hook in the walls and having to go back for it, forgetting what he went out the walls for, passing out on the counter and getting taken away from his home.

All of those were stupid. But this… this topped them all. Helping on a case was so incredibly stupid he could almost hear the voice of his mother in his mind, begging him not to.

‘Never give a human the chance to discover you, Izu. Never.’

But… Izuku had seen Nighteye’s files laid out on the table after the man went to bed and he couldn’t help himself. He’d always been interested in the work heroes did and he would begrudgingly admit he missed being surrounded by it.

He read them over and immediately an idea for how to solve it came to mind. The woman who’d robbed the bank clearly had a telekinesis Quirk! That meant Nighteye had been looking for the wrong kind of Quirk.

Nighteye’s notes on her Quirk were wrong, assuming it was a brainwashing Quirk. That was fair to assume from the way she’d seemingly manipulated the man working to hand over the money. But Izuku saw the screenshots and he could see the fabric of his sleeves being manipulated and the way the man seemed to choke, which made him think she threatened him by cutting off his airflow.

Izuku took the pen Nighteye had left out, hefting the writing utensil and pointedly circling the bank teller’s wrists where it was obvious the fabric was being pulled. He also made a note of ‘telekinesis Quirk’ on the paper, though the writing was wonky and each letter was a different size. Thankfully, it was still readable.

The next morning, he couldn’t resist peeking out from his door to watch Nighteye. He slumped at the table and read over his notes from the previous night, clearly frustrated.

When he came across what Izuku wrote, he paused. It was clear he was confused from the slight furrow in his brow as he looked at the messy scrawl and circled evidence.

——

“Hmmm… I didn’t write this. Did one of the interns get ahold of them…?” Mirai mumbled as he looked at the papers in front of him, tapping his chin thoughtfully, “but it’s possible…”

Nighteye pulled out his phone, dialling Tsukauchi and relaying the theory to the detective.

“That’d make sense. The teller said he felt like he couldn’t breathe for a while. We thought it was another aspect of the Quirk but… I’ll look into it now.” Tsukauchi had replied and Mirai was surprised. He’d have to find which of his interns had come up with the theory and thank them. He didn’t recognise the handwriting but there were only so many people it could be.

When he went in the next day, Mirai asked Mirio to look over the handwriting and if he recognised it. The teen knew every one of the people working at the Nighteye Agency so if anyone at the agency had done it, Mirio would know who.

“Nope! I don’t recognise it at all. I think I’d recognise handwriting that messy… at least we can finally solve the case!” Mirio chirped and while his intern was easily able to brush the unknown person aside, Mirai couldn’t get it out of his mind. He’d not seen the note the night before, so it appeared overnight. It just didn’t make sense.

Mirai felt silly as he watched over his empty work desk from the kitchen, stood in the dark. But he had to know. He had to know who was solved his case because if it wasn’t his interns, who could it be?

For a while, there was nothing.

And then a familiar, tiny figure climbed onto the table and started reading the laid out documents. It was that tiny boy he’d found just over a month ago.

He wanted to reveal himself and ask the boy every question he’d been thinking about in that time, but he reigned those emotions in. The memory of the boy’s wide emerald eyes and trembling had him wincing.

Mirai didn’t want to scare the boy off.

“There’s no way… maybe a paralysis Quirk… eye contact?” the boy’s soft muttering also came as a surprise, considering he hadn’t said a word when… The idea he’d scared the boy silent twisted something in his chest and he felt sick.

Still, he listened and watched as the boy tore through the case, coming up with theories Mirai himself hadn’t even thought of. He was incredible to watch.

With the confirmation that the boy was still living in his house, Mirai purposefully got careless. A little extra food left on the side overnight, a couple of extra things that might be useful forgotten on his desk, a few more files open on the table. He stuck to his schedule but the little changes he made were to help the boy he remembered who bordered on too thin and just bones.

The notes on his files continued and occasionally, Mirai would stay up to watch him work. He nearly alerted him that he was there one night by almost laughing when he had to pick up the pen that was nearly double his height. Mirai made it a point to leave out a shorter pencil nub and the notes got much neater.

Mirai should’ve known he was tempting fate.

He wasn’t even sure what noise he’d made but the boy’s head snapped up and emerald eyes locked onto his own. His entire body froze and they were caught in a staring competition.

Taking a slow step forward snapped whatever invisible thread was keeping the boy in place and he flinched backwards. Mirai winced at the reaction but he couldn’t let him get away again.

The boy’s hands scrambled for something at his waist and Mirai lunged forward, grabbing him. Unlike the last time, he struggled and fought against him, trying to break free. Fear of dropping him made him tighten his grip on instinct.

But Mirai’s blood froze when something under his fingers snapped.

——

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

He should’ve known this would happen. He shouldn’t have gone out more than he needed to. He definitely should’ve just left the human’s things alone!

Cradling his arm that was definitely some form of broken, Izuku stumbled backwards, never taking his blurred gaze off Nighteye as he went searching for something. He’d dropped Izuku on the table after he’d broken his arm and he was stuck between relief that he wasn’t being held any more and anxiety over what came next.

He couldn’t escape with his arm out of commission and a dark part of him wondered what Nighteye would do to him. Use him as some form of entertainment before dissecting him or maybe just keeping him as a pet. He might even kill him and the broken arm was some kind of threat.

Nighteye came back with a white box, setting it on the table. Izuku didn’t know what it was and immediately was wary.

When Nighteye reached for him, Izuku couldn’t help shrieking and backpedaling, tripping over his own feet. His heart pounded against his ribs and he clenched his eyes shut, prepared to feel that restrictive grasp…

When he didn’t feel the life getting squeezed out of him, he hesitantly opened his eyes.

Nighteye had pulled his hand back and he looked at Izuku with an unfamiliar expression. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to scare you, I just want to treat your arm.” he said and Izuku scrutinised his face, looking for any hint of him being insincere. There wasn’t any.

Pushing himself to stand, his gaze flickered between Nighteye and his arm. It was already swollen, turning an ugly purple and even twitching his fingers hurt. Clearly it needed treating but could he really trust the human who’d done it in the first place?

If it healed wrong, though… he’d never be able to climb or do anything he needed to survive.

Making up his mind, Izuku started taking small, slow steps towards Nighteye, resolutely not looking at his hands and avoiding making eye contact. He just stared at the All Might pattern on the human’s pyjamas, focusing on the details that got clearer as he got closer.

He stopped when he thought he was close enough, glancing up to see Nighteye’s sharp gaze watching him and he flinched. There was a long moment of silence.

“Can I touch you?” Nighteye asked and Izuku was surprised that he asked. Still, he nodded and held out his arm, forcing his breathing to steady as fingers longer than he was tall started to wrap bandages around his arm.

It was over in less than a minute but it felt like it lasted an eternity.

“Thank you.” Izuku mumbled. Nighteye had already broken his arm, he didn’t want to give him any reason to break something else too.

“I’m sorry,” Nighteye said again and Izuku caught the way he avoided looking at him, pointedly looking past where he stood. “I didn’t mean to hurt you and I can’t apologise enough.” There was genuine regret in his voice and face and Izuku hesitated.

His mother always told him humans didn’t care if they hurt a borrower… but Nighteye looked like he cared a lot. He didn’t know why but he wasn’t going to question it.

An awkward silence fell as Izuku played with the hem of his shirt, unsure what he was meant to do now. The Rules focused on avoiding getting caught but what did he do now? He couldn’t use his arm to climb, no matter moving to a different place.

“I have an offer,” Nighteye said.

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When Mirai was sure he’d caught the tiny boy’s attention, he tried to think how best to phrase his question.

“Will you let me take care of you until your arm heals?” he asked, obviously surprising him with the way wide emerald eyes blinked uncomprehendingly up at him.

“W-what?” his voice was so quiet Mirai had to strain to hear it. It really just showed how young the kid was and the guilt in his stomach felt painful.

“You’ll need to keep your arm wrapped for at least 6 weeks,” he explained softly, “I want to make sure you heal properly so I’m offering to take care of you myself to make it easier for you. It’s only an offer so you don’t need to say yes if you don’t want to, I won’t force you.”

The green haired boy looked conflicted and for good reason. He’d been the one to break his arm and it’d been so easy. It barely took any pressure for tiny bones to snap like toothpicks. If Mirai had held him any tighter he could’ve killed him.

“What- what if I… said no?” he asked quietly as if he wasn’t sure he wanted to be heard or not.

“Then you go home and I’ll leave things out for you,” Mirai assured him. Keeping the boy in his sights was more for his own benefit but he wouldn’t withhold food or other supplies that he dearly needed. That would’ve been cruel.

There was another pause before the boy nodded. “Okay. I’ll stay.”

Suppressing the urge to sigh in relief, Mirai just settled on nodding. “Thank you for trusting me, I’ll do my best to be worthy of it.” He bowed his head, “Although can you tell me your name?” calling him the green haired boy in his mind was getting dull.

“I… I’m Izuku.”

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So there’s part 2! I’m a sucker for misunderstandings and accidents!