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Jul 28, 2009 23:05

WHO: Warren Worthington and open
WHERE: Infirmary.
WHEN: Tonight; after Scott's post and before the vigil.
WARNINGS: None.
SUMMARY: Warren's awake, and able to take a few visitors before going to turn himself in. Tag yourself in and start separate threads for your character if there is more than one of you.
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place holder. Will tag back tomrorow. bythreadalone July 29 2009, 03:38:29 UTC

Of course Peter would come visit. He doesn't know Harry is out there doing god knows what with Carnage and Warren needs a friend more than almost anyone else out there, right now, here, when he's probably doubting himself the most.

Just like I did.

It's about two in the morning when he knocks on the door. He's wearing civilian clothes, but feels almost naked. Their...their situations were almost eerily similar, when you got right down to it. Peter turned into a giant Spider and possibly killed people, while Warren.

Well.

"It's me. Can I come in?"

no worries, bb ascending_angel July 29 2009, 03:57:04 UTC

Warren doesn't move from his spot on the bed when Peter knocks. He's staring at the door and watching it for any movement.

When there is none, he clears his throat and speaks with a hoarse voice.

"Sure."

Spider-Man. One of the greatest super heroes from their universe, and a guy who'd done nothing but help Warren out and be a friend since they were trapped here. It was hard to sit under the gaze of people so good to him when he was like this.

"I hope you're feeling better. I got you pretty bad."

I LIED. bythreadalone July 29 2009, 06:39:31 UTC

Peter gingerly pushes open the door, and makes his way inside as quickly and quietly as possible. Without Wolverine around, he felt as if he was barely tolerated at the new institute, even of a dearth of friendly faces populated it or not.

When he catches sight of Warren, his stomach does a flip, landing somewhere in the back of his rib-cage.

That.

Christ.

"I'll live, man. Relative strengths of a spider and all that, you know?"

He could barely even crack wise.

oh that's okay I can forgive you ascending_angel July 29 2009, 20:00:24 UTC

In Warren's mind, Spidey was definitely tolerated around these halls, and Wolverine wouldn't have to be around for that. Hell, Wolverine was barely around as it was, and Warren had actually felt Spider-Man had been a much stronger beacon of support for him lately.

Hell, Warren wasn't sure he'd ever be able to pay Spidey back enough.

"Eh, bug or not, I still have to ask. Hell, you shouldn't have had to deal with that crap to start with."

There was that bitter self loathing again, dammit.

"I'm sorry."

It was all he could even think to say. His head was just swimming still, and even now Warren didn't have any way to explain himself.

bythreadalone July 30 2009, 05:11:21 UTC

And suddenly, he can fall into the groove of it, the sides of his mouth twitching up in a slight smile when he settles on just the right comeback to lighten the mood.

"Hey," he says, pointing squarely at Warren. "We're Arachnids. Not bugs. That's a Speciest insult."

Maybe if he keeps everything light, if he focuses on cheering up Warren instead of commiserating, he can push back that crushing sense of...wrongness that seems to be so prevalent.

ascending_angel July 30 2009, 23:24:55 UTC

Warren snorted at that, managing just a wink of humour. "You're all a bunch of eight legged freaks, aren't you? Well, I guess unless you're a millipede, or something."

Humour wasn't so bad. It dissipated some of the black cloud that had been hanging over the room all night, and Warren did appreciate it. Like Dazzler's calming lights and Penny's empathy, it was all a temporary fix to help take his mind off of the hell that was sure to come.

bythreadalone July 31 2009, 07:19:36 UTC

He gave Warren a rather dark glare at that, his face twisting in a a fairly well-acted scowl to match. "Hey, buster. I don't call you a pigeon, and then insinuate that you're a rat with wings do I?"

Holding onto the mock-anger proved harder than conjuring it up, however. Peter laughed before even three seconds had passed, and shook his head, smiling full-force while he made his way over to Warren.

"Prejudice aside, you feeling better, Warren?"

ascending_angel July 31 2009, 12:20:25 UTC

"Wouldn't that be a sight to see," he snorted, falling into a short laugh when Peter did. It was awkward and sounded a bit relieved even, but still good to let out. The concept shouldn't have felt as foreign as it did.

"I think the poison's running out of my system still; it's taking longer to heal all..." he waved his hand, gesturing to the cuts and bruises painting his skin. "That bear had one hell of a punch, I can tell you that. I feel like I got hit by a truck."

bythreadalone August 1 2009, 06:10:31 UTC

"Well. It was a bear, man. What did you expect it to do, tickle?"

He's trying not to be too jovial, since the mood isn't all that alleviated just yet, but, hey. They're getting there.

ascending_angel August 1 2009, 19:39:18 UTC

"Well I sure as hell wasn't planning on getting my ass kicked by one either."

Only in their lives. He swore it.

"Is everyone okay though? There were so many people running through there that I couldn't tell if they were friends or enemies or if I'd hurt them, or what."

bythreadalone August 2 2009, 05:41:45 UTC

Peter looked down at the floor, letting out a little breath. It -- well, he couldn't lie to Warren, but. Should he really tell him the truth in his condition? Should he push it, and just get it over with now, instead of leaving it for later when it might not hurt as much?

"Well," he started, reaching up so he could scratch the back of his neck. "Um."

"Do you want the truth, the whole truth, and nothings but the truth?"

ascending_angel August 2 2009, 19:52:59 UTC

Really, Warren didn't think there could be anything worse than seeing the footage that Hodge had been able to capture. Everything he did show, of course, was Warren tearing apart civilians. Humans. He was already aware that fifty-seven of those innocent people were dead, however, he had no idea just what kind of damage he did to his friends, his team, and the other people on the network.

"No point in holding back. Maybe that makes me a masochist, but I need to know."

bythreadalone August 4 2009, 01:12:23 UTC

He shook his head, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from screaming. He had never been the one to enjoy being the bearer of bad news -- then again, who was? It was a terrible place to find oneself at -- so he swallowed, closed his eyes, and tried to think of a way to best break it to Warren.

It wouldn't be easy.

"You cut up almost everyone that got too close like you were trying to make sushi out of them. Cable and everyone else got off easy due to hanging back, but I think even that bear had a good chunk or two take out of him from your knife-wings."

ascending_angel August 4 2009, 12:10:27 UTC

That pushed him into silence for a few long moments. Warren didn't dare open his mouth during that time, as he was quite sure he would say something upsetting. Upsetting to whom, he didn't know, but his guts were turning and his hands were trembling again for the millionth time that day.

It never got easier.

"I--," don't know what to say? "Those wings, they..."

God.

"I can't believe it. I mean...I can, it's just...shit."

bythreadalone August 5 2009, 20:22:06 UTC

Peter grimaced on the inside, but kept up his pleasant front despite how shattered Warren looked. He knew that his friend would be angry, and rightfully so, but he also knew that beneath that, nearer to his heart than the man would've liked, would be a considerable amount of guilt, acidic and almost inhumanely painful to bear.

Pete had been there. He knew what it was like to hurt others when everything in your body screamed at you not to.

"Warren..."

He also knew how much damage constantly blaming yourself about something you couldn't control could cause.

"It wasn't your fault."

ascending_angel August 6 2009, 12:35:23 UTC

"Part of it could've been my fault. I let it happen and I was laughing. Who the hell laughs and smiles when they're slaughtering people!?" Warren scrubbed his hands over his face, trying to will away the images of himself on the video.

The fear that Death was taking him over was always there. Death did ugly things - slicing large numbers of people to bits - and Death enjoyed it, Joker venom or not. The toxin very well could have been the cause this time, but what about the next time he lost control? Would he still be laughing and grinning then?

"I just don't know what the hell to think anymore. I don't."

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