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Mission End: Day 12/13

Return of the Void Trecker.

By the sixth day since being dropped off at the foot of Ciyesia hopefully everyone has reached the summit. For those at the the top of the mountain there is an almighty gust of wind and a roar as the Void Trecker Express appears in the sky above them and comes down to land on the mountain. The doors open. "Welcome back heroes."

For those on top of the mountain already there Safety Control Apparatus flashes with the colour of the void. A screen pops up in front of them Congratulations on completing practice mission #43. The Void Trecker Express will remain on Ciyesia until tomorrow morning where we will depart. Please enjoy your last evening on Hub World#5739.

The doors remain unlocked throughout the evening and so you can chose whether to board the train once more or spend one last night out under the stars.

Back to the Void

The next morning, a few hours after sunrise the horn of the Void Trecker sounds, it seems it is time to depart once more. There is about ten minutes to gather all your things before the horn sounds again and the doors begin to close.

Once everyone is on board the train begins to move, driving straight off the shear edge of the crag, climbing higher and higher as if following invisible tracks to the clouds. Higher and higher until the mountain is a tiny molehill below you.

"Entrance into Voidspace imminent." Hopefully you all learned from last time and hold on tight. A jerk, a jolt, a flash of light and once again the ever changing void swirls outside the windows.

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Tony follows Peter's gaze over to Buttercup and his eyebrows go up in surprise. There were two things he saw. One, he saw how scared Buttercup looked and immediately felt the guilt and two, Peter was trying to protect her? Well, crap. How was he supposed to be mad about that?

His expression when he looks back at Peter this time was more confusion than anger. "Why didn't you show her how to use it then? She could've saved herself from nearly being dropped by that bird if you'd explained it to her correctly." Had Peter just completely lost his mind today?

She is alright with Peter getting grounded, he's mostly gotten himself into trouble because he can't be silent... But then he tries to protect her. He was nice to her and taught her things and lent her his weapons. Maybe she shouldn't let him take all the blame. Especially when he was trying to take the blame.

She knew that tactic, taking all the blame on yourself to save the smaller one from trouble. Not that she had been the bigger one, they had been exactly the same size.

She's not thinking about that. Mind in the present. She doesn't need protecting. She's not a baby.

"He did be showing me sir." She focused on a piece of ground not too far away. "He did be showing me how it did be working so do no be blaming him for that. I did no be wearing it when I did be snatched."

Peter's not too sure what's going on now and how things had taken such a sudden turn. He bites his lip again, fighting himself to not try and pull his hand away from Mr Stark while he's distracted.

"Wh-what? I did-" Why wasn't she wearing it? He gave it to her to her for a reason and his eyes widen when he hears what had happened to her. Why did he leave her by herself? He knows everything finds a way to blow up in his face. A little girl almost got hurt because he was more concerned about the bitey goats.

"I-I told her to use it sparingly since there's no refills-that's my fault too." He winces as his hand twitches and he looks down at his hand.

"C-Can you-?"

Tony sighed and nodded. "Alright. I get it." His focus went back to Peter's hand. He guided the two kids a few steps away from the broken glass and then gestured for Peter to sit down. It would be just their luck for Peter to get faint and crack his head open like an egg.

He pulls out a handkerchief from his pocket and rolls it up. "It's clean, don't worry. Bite on this. It'll keep your mouth full so you can't cuss and get in more trouble." With that, he went to work on Peter's hand. As carefully and as gently as he could, he pulls the first piece of glass. He partially winces himself, knowing how much that has to hurt. To keep his mind off of it, he addresses the girl. "You know, Peter's going to need to get his web shooter back to give to me while he's grounded. Buttercup, you should extort some candy or something from him." He smirks at Peter, intending the remark as humor and not a real suggestion.

The bleeding was getting worse and there was also the goat bite to think about. "We're going to need one of the first aid kits too. Buttercup do you mind getting that for us? Get one with a suture pack in it."

She stays silent again, she doesn't know what candy is or why she should extort it and doesn't want to ask too many questions. She doesn't know how open to questions Tony is right now. She also isn't too sure what a suture pack is but she figures she can find one easy enough. She nods and runs back to the train, silent on bare feet. She avoids the glass and doesn't step on it because she's not an idiot.

Unlike Peter. She finds a first aid kit easily enough and opens it, surely enough there is a pack with the word suture on it. She closes the kit and picks it up, scrambling back down off the train and handing it over silently.

Peter doesn't like where this is going at all. He does bite down on the handkerchief as he's asked and has to look away as Tony starts to pull the glass out. His hand twitches and tries to jerk back with each shard that comes out as Peter fights hard with himself to just let Tony do what needs to be done.

He can feel the blood coming out of his hand and makes the mistake of looking down at it. Immediately his face pales because he's pretty sure he's not supposed to be bleeding that much.

"What?" Peter's face pales even more, his eyes going wide as he hears there word 'suture.' The handkerchief falling out of his mouth.

Nope.

Staying still to have glass taken out of his hand is hard enough-now Mr Stark wants to stitch him up?

Like with a needle?

Oh Hell no!

"No! I don't need that!" Peter freaks, yanking his hand away with more strength. "It'll just heal-there's not point in stitches-it'll heal in a few hours!"

"Just relax, kid," Tony was saying softly to Peter when Buttercup comes back.

He picks up the kit with a quick thanks to the young girl only to get Peter's hand yanked out of his own a moment later. Tony glares at him. "Peter! Stop that! You're being ridiculous. The cuts on your hand and side are bad enough you need something to stabilize them while they heal."

He holds out his hand, ready for Peter to simply give it back and let him go back to work.

Hadn't Peter said he had had a building dropped on him once? Yet here he is being scared of a pokey stick. He is a strange one, all panic and sharp movements and strange words that make no sense.

She has retreated to a safe distance again but is watching. It's clear he doesn't know how to be still. He doesn't know the emptiness but he also doesn't know how to be still through pain. She would have been in tremendous trouble if she had pulled away from the idea of pain like that.

She's never given much thought really to how those who follow the light god were trained. There were those that just... lived their lives and said they followed the light. But people like Tony and Peter were fighters, they fought for the light just as she fought for the dark.

She supposed she had thought that the training and discipline was similar, but now it seems... It's not. Peter is showing weakness and Tony is getting impatient but he's not white hot angry. She continues watching.

Peter knows that Tony has a point but the idea of a needle going in and out of his skin like that is enough to churn his stomach. He's dealt with enough needles in his life, thank you very much.

He lets out a small noise as he looks at Tony's out stretched hand, debating if thinks he can even make himself sit still for this.

"I don't-we could just like... tie a cloth around it-y-you know to keep pressure on it? No needles needed." He says hurriedly then looks down at his hand-it's still bleeding pretty badly and so is the goat bite-though the blood on that one has at least slowed down.

He makes a face as he can see his hand starting to shake and more blood coming out. Gross.

Tony's going to need an aspirin after this headache.

He opens his mouth to respond to that suggestion before noticing Peter was distracted. As fast as he can (which to Peter might not be fast enough) he grabs Peter's wrist and tries to tuck it under his arm, pinning it between his own arm and torso.

At this rate he was going to bleed to death before Tony could actually sew up his hand. She continued watching, still amazed at how anyone like him could survive. Had he never been hurt before? But he had said he had had a building dropped on him and a boy tried to run him down with a cart every day. Had he been lying?

He's very confusing. She watched as Tony tried to grab him, standing nearby in case they needed anything else.

Unfortunately for Peter, he's distracted by his own shaking just long enough that Tony has enough time to grab and pin his hand.

Peter's initial instinct is to try and yank his hand away again. He knows what's coming and he doesn't want any part of that, but now if he were to do that he could accidentally hurt Tony and he really doesn't want to do that.

"No. Nonononono, Please Mr Stark, you know how I feel about needles and there's noting to numb the pain and even if there was it probably wouldn't work 'cause I'd just metabolize it-and oh my god this is gonna suck." He spits out faster than anyone should ever be able to talk.

"Knock it off!"

Tony wasn't going to respond to any of that. He has to harden his resolve and carefully threads the needle. After that, he braces, ready for Peter to freak when that first prick hit his skin.

This would determine if he needed to get his suit on or not.

She is still watching, still silent, still wondering how on earth Peter can be a hero, never mind the super one he claims to be. Did he grumble this much when the building fell on him?

She watches Tony carefully, wondering how angry he was going to get? Peter is being useful for guaging Tony's anger points at least. Even if not for anything else.

Peter bites down on his lip and closes his eyes tightly shut as he tries prepare himself fro what comes next, a high-pitched, slightly inhuman whine coming from him as he waits. The first prick happens and on instinct he starts to try and pull his hand away.

"Ow." He lets out, jerking slightly. "C-can you-Ouch-ow." He makes the mistake of actually looking at his hand and the needle and pales even more, his face turning a slightly green shade and suddenly he feels a little woozy.

"I'm-I'm-I'm g-gonna sit-sit down now, okay?" Oh wait. He’s already sitting. That’s convenient. He lets out another whimper from the needle poking into his skin before just his forehead rest on Tony’s shoulder while he whines quietly to himself.

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Tony hated doing this to the kid. He knew Peter's healing powers would kick in soon though whether his skin was where they wanted it to heal or not. He wasn't going to let the boy's hand get marred permanently if he could help it. He knew this wasn't fair though. No one should have to get stitches without pain medicine or at least ice. Maybe some liquor. Something..

He tried to work as fast as he could while being neat. This wasn't exactly his area of expertise. He'd been trained for emergency first aid before but practicing on dummies and bananas were a lot different than a real person's skin. For one thing, it was more bloody. His clothes were getting stained as the blood dripped from Peter's hand.

He breathed a sigh of relief when it was over. He took that handkerchief that Peter hadn't used but for a moment and tied up the wound. He looked at his hands and sighed. "I'm going to go wash up. Buttercup we can finish your hair after that, okay?"

He is pretty well trained in sewing up wounds, that was a useful skill and it's good to know that it is one those of the light practice. It means if she ever needs to do it she doesn't need to think of an excuse of why she knows how.

She nodded, she didn't really need her hair done but Tony seemed to think it was important. Once he had gone she got closer to Peter, seemingly not phased by the blood. "You should be washing up too."

Peter just continues to press his face against Tony's shoulder, whining the whole time and twitching as the needle goes in and out. There also might be a silent stream of tears on his face. He grits his teeth as he feels the string slide through and wants the cry out but just takes in several strained breaths as Tony works. When it's over he lets out a huge sigh of relief.

"Yeah..." Peter says, sounding exhausted and looking at his hand now wrapped in a handkerchief. "Just.. maybe in a minute. I-I don't think I can stand right now. I can-I can handle a lot of things but needles, man." He shudders.

"Do me a favor and don't remind him about the goat bite, okay? I mean it's uh... like twenty percent healed by now so it's fine."

"Just be breathing." She reminded him with a sigh and then nodded, "I will no be being." For Peter's sake, it didn't look like he could cope with being sewn up again.

She has no idea why he doesn't like needles, they are only small. Barely even painful unless they are coated in poison. She doesn't understand how he hates them and yet can face down spike goats with ease. He's strange.

"If you do be bleeding to death though I will no be taking the blame."

Peter's still looking at his hand off and on, grimacing at it and looking away. It looks awful but at least it'll heal up completely in the next few hours.

"That's fair." He can't help but laugh at her comment. "But I won't bleed to death-in a few hours you won't even be able to tell what happened-and the bite's not that bad, I don't think. Not bad enough to-" He shudders again.

"When I was little, I was in and out of the hospital-ER-Emergency Room-Doctor's" He searches for a word she might recognize. "-so much and I was always getting poked and prodded with some kind of needle on account of being like... borderline unhealthy. A nurse comes at you with a needle like this big-" he indicates about four inches with his fingers. "-when you're like four you're pretty much done with needles your entire life."

Well if he said so. She had said her piece, she wasn't taking the blame if he died. It was his own stupid fault.

She listened as he talked. She already knows what the ER is. It's the place with the people who were in league with spiders to steal all your money. That they also liked poking people with needles seemed to make as much sense as the rest of it so she just nodded. He had been unhealthy? He had mentioned not being able to breathe very well and not being very strong.

She tilted her head at his story. Someone had poked him with a needle when he was four and now he was done with needles forever? Interesting.

Because if she was scared of everything that had ever hurt her ever since she was four there would be a lot of things she would be scared of. Knives, dogs, guards, magic. Many more things besides.

"Do you no be thinking you do just be needing to be getting used to them more?"

He pales at just the idea and quickly shakes his head. Nope. No more needles, thanks. He'd rather just bleed out-it's not that bad. He would not, actually prefer to bleed out but-needles!

"Nope. No. I am good. That is gonna be a negative, ghost rider." Peter shakes his head again because absolutely not. "Uh... look, I know it's not uh... practical or logical in the slightest because-I mean-I've taken a lot worse than needles but that's what a phobia is-it's an irrational fear of something-in my case it's trypanophobia-of the irrational fear of needles."

Ghost rider? What was that supposed to mean? She listened as he explained what a phobia was. An irrational fear of something. It sounded stupid. Very stupid but she remembered the words regardless. "Trypanophobia." She wrinkled her nose. A stupid word for a stupid fear.

She's glad she doesn't have any phobias they sound as stupid as allergies.

Tony comes back and hands Peter a couple wet towels to clean himself up. He's changed his outfit so it's no longer covered in blood. Sitting down with them, he looks back and forth between the two.

"Everything alright?" He asks. He pulls the ribbon out from his pocket and goes back to fixing Buttercup's hair. "When we get this finished, we should probably call it a night. The train will be leaving early tomorrow. How do you feel Peter? Think you can get yourself back to your room without falling off the mountain?"

"Yeah, all phobia have a weird name followed by the suffix 'phobia.' You know, what's funny? the fear of long words is called 'Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia.' he grins. At least he doesn't have that. When Tony comes back he sits up a little straighter and turns just slightly to hide the bite from the goat.

"Yeah, we're great. Couldn't be better. I mean-I could be better-but I"m not-yeah, I can get back to my room."

Mission End: Day 12/13

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