[That's likely going to be a long and drawn out battle, but should Peter want help with his plight, Blue would be happy to help convince the professor. He's played a few games of his own now and admittedly, they do stimulate the brain in certain ways.
He'd thought about asking what sort of music they had tortured his friend with. Unfortunately, Kurt is trying to focus on getting those lights out and things have become far less leisurely than before.
Perking at the familiar whir of mechanics shutting down, he watches as the lights go out, being replaced by emergency ones that leave him with plenty of darkness he can work with.]
Peter! [exclaims the darker haired boy, although it's a regrettable distraction.
An electric shock from a taser rod — no matter how briefly — is enough for his muscles to spasm, teeth clenching together and his entire form going rigid. One moment he's upright and the next, he hits the floor, unable to react quickly enough to keep the guard from lunging toward Peter next.]
[ With people like Kurt to back him up, he doesn't doubt they'll win. Okay, well, maybe he has a little doubt. It's a pretty ridiculous idea. That's why it'll make it all the more satisfying though should they happen to pull it off in the end.
His mind is far from the idea of an arcade though as he watches that electric shock spark in the darkness, hears Kurt thump to the floor harshly. Excuse the fuck out of you, guard, that's his friend you just tazed and he is not happy about it whatsoever. Before the guy can even blink, he's suddenly upended - falling flat on his butt - and the taser rod is in the speedster's possession instead.
It's no wonder they'd have him confined; despite being outnumbered, he could and would have torn this place to pieces in seconds flat. That's not his goal though. Right now, it's getting Kurt up and out of here before more of them show up. ]
Come on, Blue, I know it takes more than that to keep you down. [ That's his way of saying he better get up and moving before Peter feels the need to worry. He's assisting him, of course, lending a hand to hoist the other boy up onto his feet again before more guards decide to show up. ]
[Yes, it will absolutely take more than a shock like that to keep him down, but that doesn't mean it hurts any less. He lies there for a long minute, still stunned enough to remain unmoving, except for the occasional muscle spasm in his legs.
Even though he's dazed, Kurt can see that Peter is now holding the weapon, which is a great relief. Now, if he were the vengeful type, he'd have leaped up and taken the rod, maybe jammed it straight into the guard's throat to give him a real good wallop of electricity, but one: he's not that kind of mutant and two: they don't have the time or luxury, so there wouldn't have been a point either way.
It aches and he doesn't want to get up, but he catches sight of Peter's hand and forces himself to reach, grasping tight while the other boy aids in helping him up. He lifts his free hand to grip Peter's shoulder, bracing himself as his knees wobble, threatening to give way.] Th-thank you, [he manages, wincing at the dull throb the taser has left behind. (There's more to it-- he just hasn't noticed yet.)]
Hold on. [Is the only warning he offers and just as the watchman is getting back to his feet, the door pops open behind them to reveal a half-dozen or so more of them, Kurt shuts his eyes, inhales and the two of them disappear with a bamf, leaving behind a haze of midnight colored smoke for the men to shout at.
So, maybe he didn't need to teleport them as far as he has. Better safe than sorry, he can imagine Hank saying, which is why once they're about twenty miles out, the younger of them finally ceases the rapid displacements, feeling like he's put a safe amount of distance between them and the facility. Slowly, a very deliberate motion, Nightcrawler turns to his friend.] Sorry, [he murmurs, lowering an arm that way he can cup a hand against his side where the rod had struck him, doing his best to distract from the fact he's been stabbed by asking:] Are you okay?
[ It's a dizzying, disorienting ride to be displaced in time-space so many times in rapid succession. He's not sure how Kurt does it all the time so easily. Maybe it's different if you're born with it, kind of like his super speed. While Peter is fast, he's usually got his feet firmly planted on the ground and charges ahead. This just feels like jumping through nothing and it's making him sick to his stomach, more than anything. ]
Don't- [hurk] -worry about it.
[ He's sure that the nasuea will pass soon. Besides, there are way more important things to worry about right now. While he hadn't noticed before, he definitely does now. The boy pulls his goggles up from his eyes and squints at where Kurt has been been- ]
Were you stabbed? [ He asks, almost increduously in a way. ] I'm fine. I was bored, mostly, but- I'm not the one we should be worried about here!
[ He's only angry because he cares, okay. It's how he shows affection. ]
[Like how Peter needs to support people's heads for protection from whiplash, Kurt needs whoever's traveling with him to either hang on or he'll have to be within grabbing distance. And in the same sense, Peter's body's adapted to his mutation, much like Kurt's has altered for teleportation. He still gets drained when moving others, but not as much when there are less and he's lucky-- he never has to deal with the nausea.]
No, it— it's nothing, [says the guy who's hissing in pain, although his attention is absolutely not on that.] Bored? You mean— [another sharp inhale, the hand covering his injury clutching tighter,] a-at the facility? [On account that he might be offended later if Peter means teleporting.
He releases the speedster's arm and takes a step forward, stubbornly fighting through the ache, upper-half straightening as much as he can manage.] Okay, it's something, but I'll be fine. We have to keep moving.
[Their pickup was only a few miles out and while his vision's somewhat hazy, Kurt feels like he is walking straight. He's not, though it's only the slightest sway in his step and he appreciates the concern, but Blue feels confident that he hasn't fallen over.]
Yeah, at the facility. The teleporting was cool, don't worry. Even if it made me a little barfy.
[ Maybe with time he'll get used to it. Not that he's thinking about asking Kurt to teleport them again just for funsies. Well. Not right now, anyway. Maybe eventually, but at this moment there are far more pressing matters. Like the fact that Kurt is bleeding and hurt and- They covered first aid, he knows, but he'd barely paid attention. He really regrets it now. Besides, it's not like they have anything actually use at this moment for first aid so it's not like the knowledge would be very useful.
His mind is running a million miles an hour, even more haphazard and frantic than usual because of worry. ]
This is, like, the farthest thing from nothing there is. [ Or fine. Still, Kurt does have a point. They need to keep moving. Only he's slow because of his wound and they really don't have time to lag, so- Sorry, buddy, he's going to take drastic measures. ]
Hold on, this might hurt a little. [ is all he says before crouching down just slightly and swooping Kurt right up off his feet. Princess carrying Nightcrawler isn't how he imagined his day going, yet here they are. ]
[As badly as he wants to insist that Peter not worry, part of Kurt knows that isn't going to be possible. He's obviously bleeding now, red seeping between the press of his fingers, and it doesn't look like it will stop on it's own.]
Don't throw up, [he teases between a sigh and a hiss after the breath is released.
Nevertheless, Nightcrawler continues on, blinking through the slight haze in his vision. That is, until his feet are suddenly leaving the ground from Peter sweeping him off them. His arms instinctively reach out and loop around the speedster's shoulders, eyes widening with bafflement. He's right-- it hurts like a bitch, but the blue boy's distracted enough that his only response is a quivering breath and then:]
P-Peter, what are you doing? [And no, that wasn't a yelp.]
I'm good, [ is his answer to that. He is not, in fact, good, but not because of the reasons Kurt thinks. Worry isn't a new concept but it's definitely one of the first times he's fret this much over someone that wasn't his mom.
That was also absolutely a yelp. That's alright though because Peter doesn't think less of Kurt for it; if anything, it just reaffirms what he already knew: that this is a lot more serious than he's letting on. So he's not about to say anything though his smile despite the circumstances probably gives away that he couldn't help but be a little amused by the sound.
Kurt isn't overly light by any means but it's easier than he'd imagined it would be to hoist him up. Kind of fun. Maybe he should carry people bridal style more often on his dashes. Only he's not going to go full speed, that might... make things worse? He's not sure but he doesn't want to put any unnecessary added strain on Nightcrawler's body. ]
Exactly what it looks like, getting us back home as fast as possible. You can thank me later, don't worry.
[despite the fact he was totally fine with walking, peter seems insistent on making sure they get back faster than he can walk, which — in peter's defense — is a good idea. the longer they take, the more worried others will become and if he keeps walking, there's a chance he could make the injury worse.
he briefly turns away, cheeks flushed with embarrassment, although he won't do anything as silly as struggling. out of the corner of his eye, though, kurt catches the speedster smiling and whips back around, leveling him with a glare.] If you tell anyone about that noise you just heard ... [he trails off, his tone lilting with playfulness. no, he could never bring himself to actually hurt the older boy, even if he's sheepish as all hell about that yip.]
Okay, fine. You make a valid point.
[with a somewhat defeated sigh, the teleporter drops his face into peter's neck and lowers one hand to put pressure back on the wound beneath his ribs.] Thank you, Peter.
Your secret's safe with me, [ he says. And he'll do his best to uphold his word. He might eventually try to cause Kurt to make the sound again around everyone via some genius prank... but he won't tell them beforehand about it!
His smile softens though from something amused to just warm as he feels Kurt relax a little. Good. He needs to. He's already done more than Peter could have asked for. While it's true he'd expected his companions to come to his rescue, he hadn't wanted anyone to get hurt over it. Over him. He knows it's part of the risk of what they do, being X-Men now and all, but- Still.
It sucks.
He likes the sound of him being right, but he doesn't actually comment about that. Instead, he focuses on what the other boy says after. ]
Thank you. I wasn't sure how much longer I was gonna' last in there without going crazy.
Good. [as kurt reaffirms this, he tilts his head just right, letting dual-toned bangs swing aside so he can look up at him with both of those wild eyes. he lets out a relieved breath once he feels the speedster is being truthful, ingenious pranks he might fall victim to aside.
both he and peter are aware the danger that comes with being x-men; there's never been a day where nightcrawler has gone into a mission, expecting everything to go smoothly. being stabbed isn't what he goes for, but things happen and regardless of injury, he's proud he accomplished what matters: rescuing peter.
so, hey, mission complete should he be given a say in any of it.
the teleporter shakes his head,] It was my fault you got captured, [he admits.] I'm glad Raven and the Professor allowed me to go.
[ These were risks all of them knew they were signing up to take. Unfortunately, awareness doesn't make the reality of them that any easier to deal with. Peter doesn't let himself imagine what might've happened if he hadn't gotten there just at the right time. He can't. And, thankfully, he doesn't have to because it didn't but-
He might be a little more careful from now on. Just a little. That isn't to say he won't still be a cocky little shit because that's just who he is as a person but, y'know. Effort will be made to perhaps at the very least make sure he isn't actively endangering his teammates quite as much. And speaking of being an over-confident shitheel, ]
Oh, c'mon. You really can't take the blame for all that. [ He's not about to say Kurt can't take any blame, as much as he'd like to. They'd all kind of flubbed up there though. ] It was also my fault for dashing right into a dumb trap. I can't believe I fell for that.
[ Which is about as close as he'll get to saying he was wrong, too. Savor it, Kurt. It doesn't happen often! ]
[peter can't be entirely at fault for the incident. kurt shouldn't have let himself get distracted during a tussle like that, instead of confirming the enemy had been restrained. they're young, still being taught how to handle such situations, and one way to learn is through their mistakes.
accidents happen, which is one of the reasons why he's thought about medical training. it'd help a lot of people in the long run and maybe things like this could be avoided.
he blinks, attention focused on the older boy before finally averting when he rolls his eyes. there isn't much else he can look at though, because everything's blurring by, so dipping his head again feels the most comfortable.] I know, [he acknowledges.] The whole mission was a bit of a mess, but things have been put back on track.
[oh, but he's happy for the agreement that things could have gone better. inwardly, he'll be relishing peter's admission while seeming to appear nonchalant about it on the outside.] You know, [notes the blue boy, voice muddled by lightheadedness.] I have to say, we make a good team when the time comes to act.
That's good, at least. Charles isn't too mad, right? I'm expecting to hear it once I get back.
[ Maybe neither of them are totally at fault. Teamwork, like anything, is a skill to be learn. So they'd flubbed it all up this time. There's something to be said about learning from mistakes, however, and so hopefully next time Peter won't go speeding headlong into danger and get himself(and his team) in a whole mess of trouble. That'd be something, wouldn't it? He hopes one day they can work as cohesively as say Raven and Charles. Well. When they were on the same side, at least.
They had their rough spots too but now they're working together. That has to give these kids some hope, right? It does help for Peter, a little, even knowing that the adults guiding them had to go through their own trials and tribulations before just being great. Even Raven, who was undeniably a role model for many of them, had her struggles.
So that last thing Kurt says gives him just a little contemplative pause. He gives a small, yet sincere, smile as he thinks about it. ]
Yeah, we kind of do. Mostly. Give or take a stabbing, apparently.
I don't think so. I mean, you might get a small lecture, but nothing too awful.
[with the teachers they have, there will be plenty of time for them to correct their mistakes. they'll understand, continue accompanying through whatever ups and downs life has to offer, until the younger mutants learn that working as a whole will function so much better in the long run.
thus, 'x-men' becomes a name everyone can be proud of-- even their mentors.
his eyebrows lift in surprise, one arm positioning where he can elbow peter's shoulder.] Stabbings won't be habitual for missions, [followed shortly after by an overdramatic huff.] Besides, we can pretend it never happened.
[ Not. Still, he knows he deserves it. Someday, they'll live up to the X-Men name. Peter figures he at least has quite a few more talking tos and potential mess-ups though before that happens. One would think it wouldn't be hard to hone control of speed, but- It was tougher than even he treated it, sometimes. ]
They better not be. [ That's all he'll say with any hint of seriousness that he was extremely worried about Kurt's wellbeing. But if he's feeling alright enough to joke, he'll... probably be fine. ]
Pretend what happened? I'm just carrying you because you got so tired being my knight in shining armor you couldn't bear to walk anymore. That's the story that we're sticking to when we get back, right?
[taking into consideration charles will have to finish kurt's scolding, too. after peter's capture, he'd braved interrupting their mentor's reprimanding to volunteer for the rescue mission. what better way to kill two birds with one stone than addressing them both at the same time?
he offers a barely there nod then blinks, attention suddenly captured when the lighter-haired boy mentions that the only reason he's being carried is because he's tired. did that ... mean what he was thinking it should?] No idea what you're talking about. [an innocent baring of fangs.] I mean, as long as you don't mind zipping us by my room before we face whatever Charles has planned for us?
[ It wasn't that he doubted Kurt, really, just knew that he likely wasn't in any kind of state to be receiving a lecture. It meant a lot to Peter that he'd want to stand in next to him and get talked to. Honestly, it meant more to him than even he was willing to admit. Just... bro solidarity and all that. Yeah. Totally. Nothing to see here, nosiree, just two dudes being buds. Absolutely!!! ]
Psht, not a problem. We'll be there and back before even Charles knows it. [ A beat. ] Maybe. Charles knows everything, so. We'll see.
[he's a little surprised at how easily that came out, but it's nothing to think about much ... right?
after raising the hand not on his bleeding side to brush his bangs back, kurt glances up, doing his best with blinking through the slight fog on his brain. it's nothing urgent-- just a little blood loss and he has a feeling they're almost home! everything is fine, so long as he doesn't think about how worried peter had been.]
Well, he is a telepath. I wouldn't put it past him to already know, but I do trust Charles when he said he'd avoid prying into our minds without our permission. [another grin, though this one is way more on the cheeky side.]
[ Peter, too, is surprised how easily that came out. Plesantly surprised, that is. It's something he's happy to hear even if he won't say as such anytime soon. There's a lot he isn't about to say anytime soon like how he kind of enjoys the way that Kurt rests in his arms. The circumstances are shitty, sure, but if it had been other time he couldn't really say he would mind.
That's a thought that's tucked away for later (read: never) though because Nightcrawler is, in fact, bleeding. He's looking worse by the minute too with that foggy stare and - it might just be his imagination, honestly - getting colder under his grasp. They're on a time limit and the fastest kid alive isn't about to live up to his legacy of being just a little too late this time if he can help it. ]
Yeah, that's true. I guess he probably wouldn't without pretty good reason... Honestly, I think he's probably just as glad to stay out of our heads with some of the stuff that goes on in there.
[ He is only a young man, alright. There are some thoughts better to just be unknown, even to the professor. ]
[scarred blue cheeks tinting ever so slightly, kurt inclines his head, blatantly hiding the way his smile widens, despite his slight embarrassment. he likes peter-- maybe more than he's ready to admit just yet, but for now, knowing that his fellow mutant is appreciative of his offer seems to be enough.
and if it's any consolation, he's still breathing easy, tail flicking this way and that in a rather effortless manner. so, the coolness of his skin could be nonexistent, but the fact he leans closer, like he might be seeking some extra body heat says a lot. better safe than sorry, at this rate.
he raises his head once again, relief flooding through him at the sight of the mansion's gate, expressed in the sigh he expels.] Thank goodness, [he remarks, averting his gaze back to peter.]
Are you worried about what he might find in there? [a snicker.] I'm sure he's seen it all by now.
[ The self-same relief runs through Peter too at the familiar sight of the academy as they draw near. They made pretty good time. He wishes he could say he always does but they'd both know that was a lie. Clearly, if the fact that he'd too slow to stop this whole thing from happening was any indication. ]
Oh, yeah, I imagine the professor's seen some pretty out there stuff. My mind's probably not got too much he hasn't seen but- Still! Some things better left unseen. A guy's got to have some mystery, doesn't he?
[ As if 'mysterious' was ever an adjective that could be used to describe Peter Maximoff. Obnoxious, maybe, but certainly not anything along the vein of 'mysterious.' ]
You're totally [okay, now imagine this expression] mysterious. I'd even say you have a bit of an enigmatic air about you! [followed shortly after by a wide grin, all fangs and charm.]
I mean, all I know about you is you're fast, you used to live with your mom and you could definitely beat me in an eating contest. [maybe slight lowballing there, but kurt feels like what he's saying is true.
rather abruptly, he raises his head and meets peter's gaze full-on, eyes lighting with renewed vigor.] We should hang out together sometime. [a beat.] Like, when we aren't on a mission or studying together, you know?
[ In that sense, it might be true. That wasn't mystery or withholding so much as it was just the all of it laid out. For his confident front, there wasn't really a ton to show off when it came to the Maximoffs. Peter was fast, he used to live in his mom's basement, and he could out eat almost anyone in this academy. ]
Enigmatic, huh? I kind of like the sound of that. [ But only the sound because he has no idea what it means.
He blinks behind his goggles at the sudden shift. Yo wouldn't know that Kurt had been stabbed just recently with a smile like thaf, would you? And all for him. Not that he realize that just yet, of course. ]
Yeah, dude, totally. Once you back to 100%, we'll definitely hang out. I can even take you to the mall again or maybe a different one. How does that sound?
I thought you would! You seem like the mysterious type to me. [except not in the usual sense? it's hard for him to explain, so he hopes peter simply takes it as a compliment because he thinks he's super cool.
quicksilver had been right about one thing: a stab wound wouldn't be enough to keep him down. the pain has lessened and applying pressure to the injury restricts the blood-flow for now, which reassures him that they'll have no problem getting him fixed up.]
There's more than one? [kurt blinks, almost looking incredulous at the idea.] Not that I didn't like the one I went to before, but— [imagine the possibilities! all those other stores he has yet to encounter, the undiscovered food courts and arcades ...]
I'd love to experience another. Do you have a favorite? [hopefully, his subtlety is still in full effect.] Maybe we could go there.
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He'd thought about asking what sort of music they had tortured his friend with. Unfortunately, Kurt is trying to focus on getting those lights out and things have become far less leisurely than before.
Perking at the familiar whir of mechanics shutting down, he watches as the lights go out, being replaced by emergency ones that leave him with plenty of darkness he can work with.]
Peter! [exclaims the darker haired boy, although it's a regrettable distraction.
An electric shock from a taser rod — no matter how briefly — is enough for his muscles to spasm, teeth clenching together and his entire form going rigid. One moment he's upright and the next, he hits the floor, unable to react quickly enough to keep the guard from lunging toward Peter next.]
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His mind is far from the idea of an arcade though as he watches that electric shock spark in the darkness, hears Kurt thump to the floor harshly. Excuse the fuck out of you, guard, that's his friend you just tazed and he is not happy about it whatsoever. Before the guy can even blink, he's suddenly upended - falling flat on his butt - and the taser rod is in the speedster's possession instead.
It's no wonder they'd have him confined; despite being outnumbered, he could and would have torn this place to pieces in seconds flat. That's not his goal though. Right now, it's getting Kurt up and out of here before more of them show up. ]
Come on, Blue, I know it takes more than that to keep you down. [ That's his way of saying he better get up and moving before Peter feels the need to worry. He's assisting him, of course, lending a hand to hoist the other boy up onto his feet again before more guards decide to show up. ]
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Even though he's dazed, Kurt can see that Peter is now holding the weapon, which is a great relief. Now, if he were the vengeful type, he'd have leaped up and taken the rod, maybe jammed it straight into the guard's throat to give him a real good wallop of electricity, but one: he's not that kind of mutant and two: they don't have the time or luxury, so there wouldn't have been a point either way.
It aches and he doesn't want to get up, but he catches sight of Peter's hand and forces himself to reach, grasping tight while the other boy aids in helping him up. He lifts his free hand to grip Peter's shoulder, bracing himself as his knees wobble, threatening to give way.] Th-thank you, [he manages, wincing at the dull throb the taser has left behind. (There's more to it-- he just hasn't noticed yet.)]
Hold on. [Is the only warning he offers and just as the watchman is getting back to his feet, the door pops open behind them to reveal a half-dozen or so more of them, Kurt shuts his eyes, inhales and the two of them disappear with a bamf, leaving behind a haze of midnight colored smoke for the men to shout at.
So, maybe he didn't need to teleport them as far as he has. Better safe than sorry, he can imagine Hank saying, which is why once they're about twenty miles out, the younger of them finally ceases the rapid displacements, feeling like he's put a safe amount of distance between them and the facility. Slowly, a very deliberate motion, Nightcrawler turns to his friend.] Sorry, [he murmurs, lowering an arm that way he can cup a hand against his side where the rod had struck him, doing his best to distract from the fact he's been stabbed by asking:] Are you okay?
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Don't- [ hurk ] -worry about it.
[ He's sure that the nasuea will pass soon. Besides, there are way more important things to worry about right now. While he hadn't noticed before, he definitely does now. The boy pulls his goggles up from his eyes and squints at where Kurt has been been- ]
Were you stabbed? [ He asks, almost increduously in a way. ] I'm fine. I was bored, mostly, but- I'm not the one we should be worried about here!
[ He's only angry because he cares, okay. It's how he shows affection. ]
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No, it— it's nothing, [says the guy who's hissing in pain, although his attention is absolutely not on that.] Bored? You mean— [another sharp inhale, the hand covering his injury clutching tighter,] a-at the facility? [On account that he might be offended later if Peter means teleporting.
He releases the speedster's arm and takes a step forward, stubbornly fighting through the ache, upper-half straightening as much as he can manage.] Okay, it's something, but I'll be fine. We have to keep moving.
[Their pickup was only a few miles out and while his vision's somewhat hazy, Kurt feels like he is walking straight. He's not, though it's only the slightest sway in his step and he appreciates the concern, but Blue feels confident that he hasn't fallen over.]
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[ Maybe with time he'll get used to it. Not that he's thinking about asking Kurt to teleport them again just for funsies. Well. Not right now, anyway. Maybe eventually, but at this moment there are far more pressing matters. Like the fact that Kurt is bleeding and hurt and- They covered first aid, he knows, but he'd barely paid attention. He really regrets it now. Besides, it's not like they have anything actually use at this moment for first aid so it's not like the knowledge would be very useful.
His mind is running a million miles an hour, even more haphazard and frantic than usual because of worry. ]
This is, like, the farthest thing from nothing there is. [ Or fine. Still, Kurt does have a point. They need to keep moving. Only he's slow because of his wound and they really don't have time to lag, so- Sorry, buddy, he's going to take drastic measures. ]
Hold on, this might hurt a little. [ is all he says before crouching down just slightly and swooping Kurt right up off his feet. Princess carrying Nightcrawler isn't how he imagined his day going, yet here they are. ]
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Don't throw up, [he teases between a sigh and a hiss after the breath is released.
Nevertheless, Nightcrawler continues on, blinking through the slight haze in his vision. That is, until his feet are suddenly leaving the ground from Peter sweeping him off them. His arms instinctively reach out and loop around the speedster's shoulders, eyes widening with bafflement. He's right-- it hurts like a bitch, but the blue boy's distracted enough that his only response is a quivering breath and then:]
P-Peter, what are you doing? [And no, that wasn't a yelp.]
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That was also absolutely a yelp. That's alright though because Peter doesn't think less of Kurt for it; if anything, it just reaffirms what he already knew: that this is a lot more serious than he's letting on. So he's not about to say anything though his smile despite the circumstances probably gives away that he couldn't help but be a little amused by the sound.
Kurt isn't overly light by any means but it's easier than he'd imagined it would be to hoist him up. Kind of fun. Maybe he should carry people bridal style more often on his dashes. Only he's not going to go full speed, that might... make things worse? He's not sure but he doesn't want to put any unnecessary added strain on Nightcrawler's body. ]
Exactly what it looks like, getting us back home as fast as possible. You can thank me later, don't worry.
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he briefly turns away, cheeks flushed with embarrassment, although he won't do anything as silly as struggling. out of the corner of his eye, though, kurt catches the speedster smiling and whips back around, leveling him with a glare.] If you tell anyone about that noise you just heard ... [he trails off, his tone lilting with playfulness. no, he could never bring himself to actually hurt the older boy, even if he's sheepish as all hell about that yip.]
Okay, fine. You make a valid point.
[with a somewhat defeated sigh, the teleporter drops his face into peter's neck and lowers one hand to put pressure back on the wound beneath his ribs.] Thank you, Peter.
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His smile softens though from something amused to just warm as he feels Kurt relax a little. Good. He needs to. He's already done more than Peter could have asked for. While it's true he'd expected his companions to come to his rescue, he hadn't wanted anyone to get hurt over it. Over him. He knows it's part of the risk of what they do, being X-Men now and all, but- Still.
It sucks.
He likes the sound of him being right, but he doesn't actually comment about that. Instead, he focuses on what the other boy says after. ]
Thank you. I wasn't sure how much longer I was gonna' last in there without going crazy.
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both he and peter are aware the danger that comes with being x-men; there's never been a day where nightcrawler has gone into a mission, expecting everything to go smoothly. being stabbed isn't what he goes for, but things happen and regardless of injury, he's proud he accomplished what matters: rescuing peter.
so, hey, mission complete should he be given a say in any of it.
the teleporter shakes his head,] It was my fault you got captured, [he admits.] I'm glad Raven and the Professor allowed me to go.
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He might be a little more careful from now on. Just a little. That isn't to say he won't still be a cocky little shit because that's just who he is as a person but, y'know. Effort will be made to perhaps at the very least make sure he isn't actively endangering his teammates quite as much. And speaking of being an over-confident shitheel, ]
Oh, c'mon. You really can't take the blame for all that. [ He's not about to say Kurt can't take any blame, as much as he'd like to. They'd all kind of flubbed up there though. ] It was also my fault for dashing right into a dumb trap. I can't believe I fell for that.
[ Which is about as close as he'll get to saying he was wrong, too. Savor it, Kurt. It doesn't happen often! ]
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accidents happen, which is one of the reasons why he's thought about medical training. it'd help a lot of people in the long run and maybe things like this could be avoided.
he blinks, attention focused on the older boy before finally averting when he rolls his eyes. there isn't much else he can look at though, because everything's blurring by, so dipping his head again feels the most comfortable.] I know, [he acknowledges.] The whole mission was a bit of a mess, but things have been put back on track.
[oh, but he's happy for the agreement that things could have gone better. inwardly, he'll be relishing peter's admission while seeming to appear nonchalant about it on the outside.] You know, [notes the blue boy, voice muddled by lightheadedness.] I have to say, we make a good team when the time comes to act.
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[ Maybe neither of them are totally at fault. Teamwork, like anything, is a skill to be learn. So they'd flubbed it all up this time. There's something to be said about learning from mistakes, however, and so hopefully next time Peter won't go speeding headlong into danger and get himself(and his team) in a whole mess of trouble. That'd be something, wouldn't it? He hopes one day they can work as cohesively as say Raven and Charles. Well. When they were on the same side, at least.
They had their rough spots too but now they're working together. That has to give these kids some hope, right? It does help for Peter, a little, even knowing that the adults guiding them had to go through their own trials and tribulations before just being great. Even Raven, who was undeniably a role model for many of them, had her struggles.
So that last thing Kurt says gives him just a little contemplative pause. He gives a small, yet sincere, smile as he thinks about it. ]
Yeah, we kind of do. Mostly. Give or take a stabbing, apparently.
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[with the teachers they have, there will be plenty of time for them to correct their mistakes. they'll understand, continue accompanying through whatever ups and downs life has to offer, until the younger mutants learn that working as a whole will function so much better in the long run.
thus, 'x-men' becomes a name everyone can be proud of-- even their mentors.
his eyebrows lift in surprise, one arm positioning where he can elbow peter's shoulder.] Stabbings won't be habitual for missions, [followed shortly after by an overdramatic huff.] Besides, we can pretend it never happened.
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[ Not. Still, he knows he deserves it. Someday, they'll live up to the X-Men name. Peter figures he at least has quite a few more talking tos and potential mess-ups though before that happens. One would think it wouldn't be hard to hone control of speed, but- It was tougher than even he treated it, sometimes. ]
They better not be. [ That's all he'll say with any hint of seriousness that he was extremely worried about Kurt's wellbeing. But if he's feeling alright enough to joke, he'll... probably be fine. ]
Pretend what happened? I'm just carrying you because you got so tired being my knight in shining armor you couldn't bear to walk anymore. That's the story that we're sticking to when we get back, right?
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[taking into consideration charles will have to finish kurt's scolding, too. after peter's capture, he'd braved interrupting their mentor's reprimanding to volunteer for the rescue mission. what better way to kill two birds with one stone than addressing them both at the same time?
he offers a barely there nod then blinks, attention suddenly captured when the lighter-haired boy mentions that the only reason he's being carried is because he's tired. did that ... mean what he was thinking it should?] No idea what you're talking about. [an innocent baring of fangs.] I mean, as long as you don't mind zipping us by my room before we face whatever Charles has planned for us?
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[ It wasn't that he doubted Kurt, really, just knew that he likely wasn't in any kind of state to be receiving a lecture. It meant a lot to Peter that he'd want to stand in next to him and get talked to. Honestly, it meant more to him than even he was willing to admit. Just... bro solidarity and all that. Yeah. Totally. Nothing to see here, nosiree, just two dudes being buds. Absolutely!!! ]
Psht, not a problem. We'll be there and back before even Charles knows it. [ A beat. ] Maybe. Charles knows everything, so. We'll see.
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[he's a little surprised at how easily that came out, but it's nothing to think about much ... right?
after raising the hand not on his bleeding side to brush his bangs back, kurt glances up, doing his best with blinking through the slight fog on his brain. it's nothing urgent-- just a little blood loss and he has a feeling they're almost home! everything is fine, so long as he doesn't think about how worried peter had been.]
Well, he is a telepath. I wouldn't put it past him to already know, but I do trust Charles when he said he'd avoid prying into our minds without our permission. [another grin, though this one is way more on the cheeky side.]
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That's a thought that's tucked away for later (read: never) though because Nightcrawler is, in fact, bleeding. He's looking worse by the minute too with that foggy stare and - it might just be his imagination, honestly - getting colder under his grasp. They're on a time limit and the fastest kid alive isn't about to live up to his legacy of being just a little too late this time if he can help it. ]
Yeah, that's true. I guess he probably wouldn't without pretty good reason... Honestly, I think he's probably just as glad to stay out of our heads with some of the stuff that goes on in there.
[ He is only a young man, alright. There are some thoughts better to just be unknown, even to the professor. ]
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and if it's any consolation, he's still breathing easy, tail flicking this way and that in a rather effortless manner. so, the coolness of his skin could be nonexistent, but the fact he leans closer, like he might be seeking some extra body heat says a lot. better safe than sorry, at this rate.
he raises his head once again, relief flooding through him at the sight of the mansion's gate, expressed in the sigh he expels.] Thank goodness, [he remarks, averting his gaze back to peter.]
Are you worried about what he might find in there? [a snicker.] I'm sure he's seen it all by now.
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Oh, yeah, I imagine the professor's seen some pretty out there stuff. My mind's probably not got too much he hasn't seen but- Still! Some things better left unseen. A guy's got to have some mystery, doesn't he?
[ As if 'mysterious' was ever an adjective that could be used to describe Peter Maximoff. Obnoxious, maybe, but certainly not anything along the vein of 'mysterious.' ]
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I mean, all I know about you is you're fast, you used to live with your mom and you could definitely beat me in an eating contest. [maybe slight lowballing there, but kurt feels like what he's saying is true.
rather abruptly, he raises his head and meets peter's gaze full-on, eyes lighting with renewed vigor.] We should hang out together sometime. [a beat.] Like, when we aren't on a mission or studying together, you know?
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Enigmatic, huh? I kind of like the sound of that. [ But only the sound because he has no idea what it means.
He blinks behind his goggles at the sudden shift. Yo wouldn't know that Kurt had been stabbed just recently with a smile like thaf, would you? And all for him. Not that he realize that just yet, of course. ]
Yeah, dude, totally. Once you back to 100%, we'll definitely hang out. I can even take you to the mall again or maybe a different one. How does that sound?
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quicksilver had been right about one thing: a stab wound wouldn't be enough to keep him down. the pain has lessened and applying pressure to the injury restricts the blood-flow for now, which reassures him that they'll have no problem getting him fixed up.]
There's more than one? [kurt blinks, almost looking incredulous at the idea.] Not that I didn't like the one I went to before, but— [imagine the possibilities! all those other stores he has yet to encounter, the undiscovered food courts and arcades ...]
I'd love to experience another. Do you have a favorite? [hopefully, his subtlety is still in full effect.] Maybe we could go there.
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&fade as discussed!!!