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[indent][indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080]He regretted leaving her as soon as the cab door shut, watching the car drive away with a pang in his chest. Something prickled at the back of Theo’s neck, an air of foreboding and danger lingering at the edges of his senses. He ran a hand through his hair, turning sharply to enter his house instead of waiting any longer outside. The sooner he was done, the sooner he could get back to Myla. 

Gwen was waiting for him, and he froze at the sight of his mom. He’d almost forgotten for a second that he’d be leaving her behind, but here she was, back early from her convention. [color=feffb5]"Uh,"[/color] Theo said brightly, rocking back and forth on his heels as he shut the door behind him. [color=feffb5]"Aren’t you supposed to be in Denmark?"[/color]

[color=d6d6d6]"I was, until I saw the location of your phone go for an impromptu backpacking trip for a [i]week[/i]"[/color] Her tone was measured and controlled, which was actually worse than her yelling. He winced, rubbing the back of his neck. He knew he forgot to do something, his list had been relatively short but so much had been bouncing around in his head. 

[color=feffb5]"I…wanted to connect with nature?"[/color] He grinned at her, clearly pleased with himself for coming up with that one before Theo edged around Gwen and headed for the stairs. She made a strange noise from behind him, a little like a yowling cat if he were being honest. 

[color=d6d6d6]"Is that [i]blood?![/i] Theodore, I swear–get back here!"[/color] He didn’t laugh, but it was a very close thing. His mom had gotten used to his dad’s antics over the years and, unfortunately for her, he [i]was[/i] his fathers son. Skirting around the entire truth tended to be better for his moms physical and mental health. She continued to pelt questions at his back as he took the stairs two at a time, beelining for his room. By the time she caught up with Theo, he’d already thrown a duffle bag on his bed and was chucking clothes into it haphazardly. His mom made a noise of deep aggravation, and moved to fold the clothes. [color=d6d6d6]"Where are you going? What’s going on, Teddy?"[/color]

He paused, bloody shirt discarded at his feet, another white T-shirt in his hands. The silence hung for a moment, and he didn’t need to be facing her to know the expression that was on her face. She sucked in a deep breath, and he heard one of his pairs of jeans thump dully onto the bed. [color=d6d6d6]"You’re planning something, aren’t you?"[/color]

Theo looked down at the shirt in his hands, the fabric wrinkled, there was a small dot of an oil stain on the edge of one of the sleeves from his tinkering. He took a deep breath, and grabbed a pair of jeans before turning around to face her. His mom’s face was pale, drawn, and she looked like she was going to cry so he rushed to reassure her. He was supposed to be the man of the house now, taking care of his mom, keeping her safe, but this just felt so much more important. 

[color=feffb5]"There’s a…team, kind of."[/color] He shrugged one shoulder, eyes sliding toward the top of the duffle bag. She’d packed his suit, before she even knew, before he’d even said anything. The mask sat at the top, as if the responsibilities of owning it were mocking him. [color=feffb5]"Everyone is missing someone, so these brainiacs decided to make a plan. Dad had this old pager in his desk I found, I guess he was part of some team back in the day."[/color]

Theo didn’t give her a chance to answer before he hurried into the bathroom, locking the door behind himself for good measure. There was a time for serious conversations, and it was after he got the first hot shower he’d had in a week. He took his time, feeling a false sense of security in the idea that Myla would be safe and that he didn’t have to rush.

Gwen was crying when Theo reamerged from the bathroom, dressed in clean clothes and towel drying his hair. The guilt he felt at the sight was enough to make the towel slip from his fingers, but his hug wasn’t enough to reassure her. Theo tried rubbing her back gently, not able to offer soothing words as she clutched him like she was scared he would vanish next. [color=d6d6d6]"I can’t lose you too, Teddy."[/color]

[color=feffb5]"You won’t, I promise."[/color] It wasn’t a promise he could keep, they both knew it, but he would try nonetheless. [color=feffb5]"I have to do this, mom. I have to try and find—"[/color]

His phone beeped in his pocket, a high pitched whine that made his whole body go tense. He stepped back from his mom, one hand dipping into his pocket while the other instinctively closed around his mask. A red and blue alarm was flashing across his screen, the taser feature had been activated. There were six seconds where his brain whirled through all the possible scenarios, maybe a malfunction? If he’d accidentally tased Myla she’d kick his ass later, but no…no…he clicked the notification, lifted his phone to his ear, and listened to the audio that had been recorded prior to the spider’s electric end. 

[color=d6d6d6]"Ted? What’s wrong?"[/color] His mom was speaking, but he couldn’t hear her. Something cold seemed to slide down his spine, the audio was shitty quality, but he heard every word, the shots of the gun, the tone of Myla’s voice…his breath caught in his throat, and he was out of his window before he could even think to answer his mom. 

[color=d6d6d6]"I was [i]trying[/i] to do this the generous way. A nice date. One last fuck. And then slip you a little Rohypnol… [i]Easy.[/i]"[/color] The audio was set to replay, which kept him in a constant loop of anger as he used his webs to slingshot himself as high into the air as possible, and apparently when he was fueled by anger Theo could clear a hundred feet easily. 

[color=feffb5][i]"Motherfucker,"[/i][/color] Theo’s bellow of outrage was drowned out by the wind as he swung through the city like the Devil himself was chasing him, having only enough sense of mind to pull the mask over his face before he started. He was going to [i]kill him[/i] but not before he made him eat his own dick. There were no words to properly describe how angry he felt, it was like nothing he’d ever felt before. Even back at the tower with Ronnie, it wasn’t comparable. He should have never left, he should have made her deal with him being there and then dragged her to his house. 

Police sirens were going in the opposite direction, he could hear that something bad was happening in the distance. Was it Sandman? It didn’t matter, for the first time in his life Theo chose to be selfish, he chose to go to Myla instead of helping the citizens he’d sworn to protect. His world was on fire, and all he had was a tiny bucket and not enough time to get there before it all burned down. 

There was a man lingering at the steps of the building, wearing all black, looking around like he was some sort of lookout. He had a phone to his ear, muttering about how…someone had gone out the window? Theo could hear the sounds of a scuffle a few stories up, and he barely cared to listen in on the man's conversation. [color=d6d6d6][i]"I do loathe when others take credit for my plans, if Roger isn’t dead already I’ll kill him myself."[/i][/color] He caught the end of what whoever he was speaking with was saying, a voice that sounded startlingly familiar, before he shot up to the window that had been broken. 

Web wrapped around the device from outside the window, startling the men, and then it was ripped from his grasp. The sound faded as if fell several stories down, shattering upon impact with the pavement, and Theo was sliding in through the window, body trembling as he took in the scene in front of him. The sound of Myla’s scream was bouncing around in his head, but the sight of her broken and crumpled on the floor made all the walls that Theodore had built around his self control over the years [i]snap.[/i]

[color=feffb5][i]"I’m going to kill all of you."[/i][/color] His voice was low and rugged, he was breathing too hard, hands shaking at his sides. One of the men looked at him and laughed, a cruel smile twisting his lips upwards. He was going to die first, Theo decided. 

[color=d6d6d6]"Spider-Man doesn’t kill, and neither do you kid, so—"[/color] He paused as Theo reached up, his movements deliberate, slow, his hands stopped shaking as a coldness seemed to fill the spaces between his bone and marrow. He pulled the mask from his head, letting it drop to the ground. They could see how tightly his jaw was clenched, the angry narrowness of his eyes. One of the men stepped back, startled. 

[color=feffb5]"Redback doesn’t kill, but Theodore Parker [i]does.[/i]"[/color] They only had a second to process that, and then he lunged. Theo spent so much time holding back, restraining himself so he didn’t actually kill anyone, let alone hurt them more than a short hospital stay could warrant, but he let it all go. In that moment, with the coldness of this rage, self control meant nothing to him. The man who had smiled blinked down, stunned by the arm that was embedded in his chest. There was a gurgle, a gasp, the buzz in his head that warned of danger, the sharp bang of a gun. He lifted the man easily, shifted him to take the impact of the bullet, and ripped his arm free. The body thudded to the ground, the man didn’t make another sound, it did nothing to soothe his anger. 

All of them had to die, nothing else would make any of this better. He didn’t know who they were, who they worked for, all Theo knew is that they’d hurt her. The thought kept repeating like a broken record, and he was trying desperately to not look at Myla. He caught the fist of one of the men as they swung on him, not even looking at him as he squeezed until the sickening crack of bone splintering filled the room. He threw him, the man’s back impacted with the edge of the window and Theo heard the moment it snapped. He was already moving on, dodging another bullet with an agile flip, twisting on his hands and kicking out with his left leg so the heel of his foot impacted with another man’s jaw. 

[color=d6d6d6]"Fuck, Charlie? Man, get up, get—"[/color] His neck snapped beneath Theo’s hands, a simple twist and he was dead. That left only one, and the one downstairs. He straightened out, turning toward the last man who was scrambling for a discarded gun. He was shaking, crying, and all Theo could think was [i]good.[/i] He stepped over the bodies of downed mercs, advancing on him slowly, grimly enjoying the panic that was overriding the fear in the man's features. 

The gun raised, cold metal kissing Theodore’s forehead, but his hand struck out faster than he could pull the trigger. There was a screech as the weapon crumbled between his fingers, falling uselessly to the ground as his other hand closed around the last man's throat, lifting him up into the air, tightening his gasp until the man was gagging and gurgling for air. Part of him, the cold angry pieces, wanted to enjoy watching the life drain from him…but Myla was hurt, and she was more important. Cartilage caved in on itself, bones cracking, blood stemmed from between his clenched fist, and the last man fell with a thud that had been just as lifeless as the others. 

Theo was more contained than he had been mere seconds ago when he kneeled beside Myla, hands hovering uncertainly over her. [color=feffb5]"Myla? It’s me, I’m here."[/color] Where did he even [i]start[/i] to help her? She looked like hell. 

The high pitched screech drilled so deep that even after it stopped, Myla’s ears continued to ring beneath her hands while blood trickled between her fingers. Her senses were slowly coming back, but not fast enough for her to have any bearings beyond the migraine that ripped through her skull. When she felt the warmth of hands hovering close to her, whatever reserved energy she had left sent her into overdrive. She couldn’t scream, but she still tried. Her throat was raw and cracked like the desert floor. Only a scratchy wheeze came out. She tried to stand but her leg buckled under her weight and she fell on all fours. Bloodied knuckles punched the ground in defeat.

[color=962929]"Fuck,"[/color] she muttered under her breath. The sobs were building in her throat but she tried desperately to swallow it back. She had to be strong. Myla refused to look weak. That’s what they wanted. 

She took a deep breath and steeled her emotions. Myla’s expression of cold fury masking the defeated exhaustion behind her eyes. When she finally turned her head toward her attacker, his voice cut through the ringing and she caught the faint minty scent of his shampoo. [color=962929]"[i]Theo?[/i]"[/color] Her brave wall shattered like glass as she dove into his arms. She couldn’t tell if he was real or not. She didn’t care. She clung to him like a lifeline, her grip so tight like anything less and he’d disappear in a puff of smoke. Her hands trembled as the adrenalin began to wear off and the fatigue kicked in. [color=962929]"I’m sorry,"[/color] she croaked. Her voice was dry and hoarse, barely able to be louder than a whisper. [color=962929]"I should have listened to you. I’m so sorry."[/color] The tears she had been holding back ran down her cheeks leaving a trail through the blood on her pale skin. 

The rage began to thaw, the fact that she could sit up and wrap her arms around him was a good sign. Theo wasn’t much of a field medic, he healed too fast to usually have to worry about injuries but it was different with Myla. He pulled her into his arms gently, supporting her weight, his hand rubbing softly across her shoulderblades. [color=feffb5]"Shh, no Angel, don’t apologize for this."[/color] He knew they ought to leave, get away from this place before more men showed up, get her some medical attention, but all he wanted to do was hold her and feel her heart beating. She was alive, [i]she was alive.[/i] 

His relief was so blissfully sweet that Theo kissed her before he even realized what he was doing, it was just a desperate press of his lips, a shuddering breath leaving him as he soaked in the moment. [color=feffb5]"What do I do? Where does it hurt worse?"[/color] He pulled back, an edge of anxiety creeping into his voice. The anger had been refreshingly easy to deal with, it had washed out everything else and let him focus on the battle. This was so much worse, knowing he could only do so much to help her now, he resolved to take some first-aid lessons once they were both safe. 

Myla’s hands moved to Theo’s cheeks when he pressed his lips to hers. Five minutes earlier she thought she’d never see him again and that she was dead. The last thing that crossed her mind wasn’t her dad, or Foggy… But him. The fact that he was there, that he came for her nearly made words saved for death slip from her lips. She wanted to stay in that moment, ignore her injuries, and everything that just happened. But while her anxieties began to fade, Theo’s heart raced as his panic at the sight of her set in. 

[color=962929]"I… I don’t know,"[/color] she answered as she slowly pulled away. Myla hadn’t given herself the chance to think about the pain. Her thoughts were on surviving, persevering… Killing. Not pain. Her brows furrowed as the rush began to fade. [i]Everything hurt.[/i]

Theo attempted to take stock of her many, many injuries. The cut on her thigh seemed like it needed immediate attention, her hands were in bad shape too, and there was bruising around her throat…he sucked in a sharp breath, pulling back further to tug off his shirt. The fabric ripped beneath his hands, and he adjusted to wrap it around her thigh with trembling hands. 

When he pulled away, she knew what he was doing. Myla wanted to protest about him shredding his shirt, but at that point it was a bit hypocritical. She could feel her head getting dizzy and knew that she couldn’t risk more bloodloss, so she didn’t argue. [color=962929]"Wait,"[/color] she held out her hand to stop him, just for a second. Her hands fell to her thigh, slipping beneath the torn slit of leather where a black strap was fastened around her leg. There was the rip of velcro and a quiet [i]thonk[/i] as a blood covered billy club fell on the ground. She blinked slowly as she picked it up and set it in his lap. [color=962929]"I’ve… been recording since I arrived at the tower."[/color] A guilty, yet exhausted smile tugged at her lips.

[color=feffb5]"I’m sorry."[/color] It was the only warning Myla got before he tightened a sloppy tourniquet with the strands of his shirt, crimson blooming across the white fabric at the concerning rate. Her arm was next, but he couldn’t do much for her side other than apply pressure. [color=feffb5]"Fuck, Myla. First-aid kit? If not, I need to get you to my house, my mom can stitch you up."[/color]

Myla groaned and let out a whimper of pain. Her hand grabbed his bicep, squeezing until her knuckles went white. Her chest heaved beneath the tattered sweater. Every time her lungs expanded she winced as it tugged at the cut on her side. Her other hand fell to his as her tone became more serious between ragged breaths. [color=962929]"We can’t stay here."[/color] Her brows furrowed as she closed her eyes.

She parted her lips to say something else when a voice rang out from near the entrance. [color=d6d6d6]"Myla? [i]Mimi!?[/i]"[/color]

Theodore’s body had gone tense for a moment as an unfamiliar voice rang out, he’d half twisted toward the door, wrist rising, webshooter primed and ready to go, but he froze at the sight of a man in a suit. None of the other men had been dressed like this, and his approach meant the watchmen had likely fled the scene.

[color=962929]"[i]Foggy…[/i]"[/color] His name fell from her mouth with a relieved sigh. [color=962929]"Foggy!"[/color] Using Theo’s shoulder, and likely against his wishes, Myla got to her feet and limped toward the entrance of the den as fast as she could manage. She made it to the doorway before she had to lean against the wall to support herself.


[color=d6d6d6]"Thank God."[/color] Foggy dropped his briefcase by the door and hurried over to her, weaving and sidestepping the damage and dead bodies. When he reached her, he gently tilted her head up to get a better look at her face. [color=d6d6d6]"Are you ok?"[/color]

He went to pull her in for a hug and Myla stopped him. [color=962929]"Your suit—"[/color]

[color=d6d6d6]"Fuck my suit,"[/color] he said with a deadly seriousness before pulling her into a gentle hug. Tears filled his eyes as his left hand cupped the back of her head. [color=d6d6d6]"I don’t know what I would have done if I lost you [i]and[/i] your dad."[/color] 

He felt like he was intruding all of the sudden, in the wrong place at the wrong time. Theo didn’t watch their exchange, instead he took count of the many bodies splayed all around them. Some were still alive, breathing but unmoving, others were luckier and deceased. Would he have time to finish the rest of them off? The idea sent a thrill down his spine, one of his hands curling into a fist. This wasn’t like him, he usually wasn’t so cruel, so murderous, but knowing that every single one of these men contributed in some way to Myla’s current state had flayed his nerves. One of the men, the one whose spine Theo had broken, was wheezing by the window…he didn’t feel bad for him.

It was only when Foggy started to pull away that he noticed Theo, shirtless, standing somewhere behind Myla. Not knowing who he was, Foggy’s expression hardened and he took a step forward. [color=d6d6d6]"Who are you? What are you doing here?"[/color]

[color=962929]"Foggy,"[/color] she begged. She limped backwards, putting herself between him and Theo. Her knee went weak with her last hop and she stumbled into Theo, bracing herself against his bare chest. She could be embarrassed about that later. [color=962929]"Foggy, this is Theo… [i]Redback[/i],"[/color] she emphasized knowing all the pieces would click together. 

Myla’s eyes closed slowly as she took a deep breath trying to find a reserve of energy. [color=962929]"We can’t stay here,"[/color] she reiterated.

[color=d6d6d6]"We need to get you to the hospital,"[/color] Foggy resolved, as he slotted himself on the other side of her to help support her weight.

[color=962929]"They’ll expect that,"[/color] she groaned, shifting her weight off her injured leg.

[color=feffb5]"My mom has medical training,"[/color] Theo blurted, feeling weirdly flustered at being caught shirtless and covered in other people's blood but he steadied Myla easily, hands impossibly gentle as they curled around her arms. He startled some, realizing that not a single speck of it belonged to himself, before mentally shaking himself to focus on the conversation. [color=feffb5]"She took some night classes when my dad…anyways, she can help."[/color]

He paused, a strange look flickering over his face, and then with a careful hand still on Myla to keep her supported, he offered Foggy the hand that wasn’t liberally covered in blood for the most awkward and brief handshake of his entire life. [color=feffb5]"Theodore Parker, my father was…[i]is[/i] Spider-Man. I'm sorry I couldn’t get to her faster. I won’t make that mistake again, sir."[/color] It was clear from how his tone was as hard and unyielding as a rock that he meant that with every fiber of his soul. He’d made the split second decision to trust this man, because if Myla trusted him then so could Theo. 

Foggy returned the handshake with an expression of immeasurable gratitude. [color=d6d6d6]"Franklin Nelson. Foggy. You saved my niece’s life. Don’t apologize. That’s more than I could do."[/color] His hand lightly rested on Myla’s waist trying to help support her. 

[color=feffb5]"It’s not far, but we shouldn’t stick around too long. I don’t know how much blood she’s already lost, and we don’t keep transfusions in the fridge."[/color] He felt torn, half of him wanted to stay and make sure none of these men survived, the other half wanted to get Myla as far away from here as possible and once she was stable, he wanted to keep running with her until they were [i]safe.[/i] Nowhere was safe though, not anymore. Fuck, was his mom even safe? He was going to get a migraine. 

[color=962929]"I need to finish packing,"[/color] she adjusted how she stood, turning her head toward Theo slightly. Myla pointed down at the billy club that slipped from Theo’s lap and laid on the ground. [color=962929]"We can’t forget that… It’s the only evidence we have."[/color]

Foggy carefully slipped out from beneath Myla’s arm, trusting Theo to be able to support her weight. [color=d6d6d6]"Go, help her,"[/color] he said as he leaned down to pick up the bloodied club. [color=d6d6d6]"I need to grab a couple things."[/color]

Myla draped her arms around Theo’s shoulders trusting him to support her and not let her fall. [color=962929]"My room is down the hall to the left,"[/color] she said quietly. She felt bad having to rely on him so heavily. The stubborn part of her would have made her way on her own but she knew he wouldn’t let her get a foot without his help. While she could be stubborn and headstrong, he was the one person she was comfortable to lean on, literally and figuratively at the current moment.

[color=feffb5]"I’m packing for you,"[/color] Theo whispered, moving his arm to carefully wrap around her waist, mindful of the injury on her ribs, so he could support her better. There were a few times where he simply lifted her completely, stepping over prone bodies until they maneuvered successfully to her room. Theo paused in the doorway, eyes automatically sliding to Roger’s body. His arm went stiff around her waist, but after only the shortest of pauses he let her gently down onto the end of the bed. 

He let go, making sure Myla was sturdy, and stepped away. There was another pause, and then she could hear the distant sound of Theo’s foot snapping through bone, the sound of something wet squishing beneath his shoe. Once, twice, four times, and then he stopped. He was breathing heavily, hands trembling at his sides. The man’s face was…gone, blood and brain matter was splattered across the floor and wall, and he felt no remorse. [color=feffb5]"Sorry,"[/color] his voice was gruff and hoarse, and he moved back toward her, scooping up the discarded clothes she’d pulled out earlier and shoving them unceremoniously into the duffle bag. [color=feffb5]"If I could, I’d bring him back just to kill him again. [i]Bastard.[/i]"[/color] There was so much uncharacteristic venom and hatred in Theo’s voice, residual anger making his body movements more sharp and jerky than he’d usually like. 

Myla felt the change in his body as they ducked through the broken door and stepped over Roger’s lifeless body. She didn’t say anything as he guided her to sit at the foot of the bed. After he released her, she rested her hands on her knees, and focused on her breathing. The initial crack of a bone startled her but she didn’t stop him. Her head fell slightly and eyes closed as she heard all the pent up anger within Theo unleash and brutalize the dead man. Most people would have been frightened at the outburst, but Myla mostly felt guilt. She couldn’t help but blame herself for passing on her darkness to him. He was supposed to be the yin to her yang, as radiant and warm as the sun. She hated that she did this to him. 

Then there was the selfish fucked up part of her hidden within her darkness that found something about it unbelievably attractive. Theo didn’t kill, yet the moment she was in danger he flipped on a dime to keep her safe. She had never been protected like that… Cared for like that. Myla hated herself for it. If there was a way for her to rewind time and make sure she killed every last one of them instead of him, she would have. But what’s done is done. All she could do now was appreciate him for the passionate way he defended her, which she did, more than words could explain. 

It was in that moment that Myla truly realized how deeply she had fallen, how much…

They [i]did[/i] need to go, but giving him solace was important too. They could spare twenty seconds. Myla slowly reached out her hand to wrap around his wrist, stopping him in the middle of aggressively packing her bag. With no strength to fight him, she hoped he yielded to her touch. Her hold on him was gentle as she guided him closer until Theo stood in the small place between her knees. She wanted to cup his face but she could barely raise her arms above her shoulders, so she settled for resting her palms against the bare skin of his waist. 

Her touch was enough to soothe him, it seemed that was all Theo needed nowadays to calm down. He relaxed as her delicate fingers wrapped around his wrist, conceding to her wishes and moving closer until the palms of her hands brushed along his waist. The muscles in his stomach reflexively tensed, breath catching in his throat as he realized how close they were, how vulnerable the position was. If she wasn’t severely injured right now, he would—Theo mentally shook himself like a wet dog, clearing the inappropriate thoughts before they could fully form. 

[color=962929]"I [i]am[/i] sorry I didn’t listen to you,"[/color] she said resolutely, every word emphasized by a tender squeeze of her fingers. [color=962929]"I’m even [i]more[/i] sorry that you had to kill for me. I wish I could take that burden and carry it for you."[/color] Myla’s head fell to rest her forehead against his stomach. She took a deep breath before continuing. [color=962929]"Our lives are not long enough for me to adequately show you how grateful I am for what you did for me and how much you care about me."[/color] Her voice caught in her throat but she forced herself to push through the vulnerability. [color=962929]"But I’m going to try."[/color]

His hands were trembling, his heart thundering like a galloping horse within his chest. The words he wanted to say, knew he ought to say, knew that he [i]meant[/i] them, got caught in his throat. It felt too soon, and if he said it now, when she’d been on the verge of death and was bleeding all over the place, he’d feel like it was rushed for all the wrong reasons. [i]In time,[/i] he reasoned with himself, in time he would tell her how he’d felt and how he’d felt this way since the day she’d saved his life. For now, this was enough.

Maybe it was the lack of blood lowering her inhibitions or the fact that over the last year, together, they had been through more life altering events than most people ever experienced, but Myla’s thoughts continued to pour from her before she had the sense to stop. [color=962929]"And in my own fucked up, delirium addled mind,"[/color] she added, tilting her head back so she could face him. [color=962929]"It was [i]really[/i] hot."[/color] A guilty smile tugged at her lips as the pads of her thumbs ran along the dip in his hips. [color=962929]"If I wasn’t bleeding out…"[/color] She let the words slip away but the reddening of her cheeks and spike of her pulse spoke her meaning. She nodded her head like she had gotten everything off her chest and slowly released her hold on him. 

Theo leaned toward her, one of his hands pressing into the mattress beside Myla’s thigh, the other brushing softly along her cheek. They couldn’t stay here for much longer, and he knew he needed to finish packing for her, but everything she’d said…it was only fair that she knew how he felt too. [color=feffb5]"Only you,"[/color] his lips were as soft as his words had been, and he kissed her so gently it felt illegal. He’d never get tired of tasting her, of being so close he could hear how her heart fluttered in her chest. [color=feffb5]"I’d only kill for you, and I don’t regret it. Myla I…you’re my life now, without you I would be lost. Don’t feel bad, don’t apologize."[/color] He kissed the corner of her lips, teasing her more than anything, before pulling away to finish packing.

Myla’s heart quickened when his hand rested on the bed beside her leg. It probably wasn’t the best idea for her pulse to be so elevated while she was [i]literally[/i] bleeding out, but she also forgot to give a fuck about it for like ten seconds. It was fine. She wanted the kiss to be deeper, longer… She wanted more but they had to discipline themselves. Time wasn’t on their side, [i]among other things[/i]. Still, Myla gave herself a few more seconds to live in his confession, words said and unsaid. Then her lips scrunched into a weak, but playful grimace at the tease of another kiss before he pulled away.

Once Theo had returned to packing her bag, Myla’s hands rested on her knees again. Her fingertips tapped against the bare skin of her legs as a way of grounding herself and not letting herself slip away. Somewhere in the haze of bloodloss, an entertaining thought crossed her mind, causing an exhausted laugh to scratch against her raw throat. [color=962929]"I shot him in the dick. [i]Roger.[/i]"[/color] She turned her attention toward Theo as her laugh grew slightly. [color=962929]"Before I killed him, I shot him right in the dick."[/color] She nodded her head, proud to have made him suffer in his final moments. [color=962929]"Screamed like a little bitch too."[/color] She laughed one last time and then sighed. Myla was undoubtedly somewhere between delirium and shock. It was only a matter of time before it all crashed down and the panic set it but she’d continue to repress it for as long as she could until they got somewhere [i]safe.[/i]

Her words startled a laugh out of Theo, he’d just shoved the last of her clothes and a few pairs of shoes into her duffle bag. The fabric was bulging at the sides as he forced the zipper shut, struggling with the bag for a moment. [color=feffb5]"Good, he deserved it. If he’d still been alive when I got here…"[/color] Theo let out a small whoop of victory when he got the bag closed fully, throwing it over one shoulder before unceremoniously scooping Myla up into his arms. He was gentle and mindful of her injuries, but didn’t give her a chance to argue against him holding her like she was a princess. [color=feffb5]"The tracker has a microphone in it, I didn’t think it mattered to mention it earlier. I’m sorry, it’s the only reason I knew how bad it was, though."[/color] 

Myla tried her best not to wince when he picked her up. There was no real way to carry her without hurting something, but she didn’t need him feeling worse about something out of his control. [color=962929]"It’s ok,"[/color] she spoke softly as she let her body lean into him. [color=962929]"I don’t have any secrets from you."[/color] Well… There might have been one but it wasn’t the time. Not when she was bleeding out. The last thing she wanted was to sully the meaning with the delusion of nearly dying and their heightened emotions.

He carried her back out into the living room, pausing a few feet away from Foggy. The logistics of how they should continue made him pause. Did the other man have a car? If not, he could carry him on his back…Myla could try to hold onto his waist…it would be a struggle, and sort of awkward, but…

Foggy met them near the entrance with a bag of his own, his brief case, the billy club, and something beaded clutched in his palm. [color=d6d6d6]"Your dad’s rosary,"[/color] he commented quietly, as he tucked it and the billy club with the recording into a side pocket of her duffel bag. [color=d6d6d6]"Take her,"[/color] he said resolutely like they both knew that was what needed to be done. A taxi wouldn’t take her looking like that. The last thing they wanted was a fare bleeding out and dying in the back of their car. [color=d6d6d6]"Give me her bag and your address. I’ll meet you there."[/color]

[color=962929]"Foggy…?"[/color] Myla’s voice cracked. She didn’t like the idea of him traveling alone, but deep down she knew it’s what they needed to do. 

[color=d6d6d6]"I’ll be ok, Mimi. Theo will look after you."[/color] He leaned forward, pressing a loving kiss to her forehead then nodded toward Theo in silent understanding.

Theodore hesitated, nodding once at Foggy before handing over the bag and rattling off his home address. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust the other man, it was more than he didn’t want to leave him alone either. If something happened to one of the last people Myla cared for…he wasn’t sure if he would be able to forgive himself. In the end though, he was faster swinging through the city than sitting in traffic could be. Worst case, he’d double back for Foggy while his mom worked on patching up Myla. 

[color=feffb5]"We’ll see you soon,"[/color] he promised, before adjusting his hold on Myla and leaping out of the window. The movement was graceful in a way that spoke of familiarity, it was no secret to her that he spent a fair deal of his free time pitching himself from high places. The first web caught on the edge of a rooftop, and soon they were soaring over the city. He worked extra hard to make sure the transition between webs was as smooth as possible, knowing each jarring movement likely put strain on her injuries. It took him ten minutes to get back to his house, a drive that would have likely taken them twenty, and he swung them directly into his still open bedroom window. [/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]

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