BE GREATER

“Right, right, my bad. I’m Superboy, most just call me Super-bruh,” he smirks. He’s about to offer his hand, but the other shifts and he swears he saw this in a movie once. He’s trying to remember, but it might’ve been something that put him to sleep. Or even worse something that bored him enough that he just got up and left. “Yeah because you’re passed out on a roof, dude,” Conner is quick to point out. It’s obvious that he’s not going to be getting out of here anytime soon with this guy, so he just takes a seat on the roof, legs crossed over one another. “Avenger, huh? So you were- no, you’re here, and they aren’t back yet.” One of the League’s ships had come back already with some of the injured, so he’d heard about what was going on out there through Kal. “Well first, I’m gonna carry you back, whatever kinda hit you took looks like one I ought to escort you back with. And two, you do know the Avengers have been in space right? My dad’s up there too, fighting alongside them, he’s filled me in on what’s going on. A lot of injured, but they won. He did say a few were MIA though, so it’s probably best I get you back to your team.” Conner looks out over the city, “Looks like you’ve had a busy day too, what did this to you, Spider-dude?”

Conner was quite literally on his way back from escorting a group of scared meta-teens to a STAR Labs facility when he’d crossed an incredible level of destruction in midtown. He’s maybe a two minute flight from Titans Tower, and although he’s exhausted after the week they’ve had fighting HIVE along with the X-Men, he sees a hero down. It’s his duty to help after all.

“Well that doesn’t sound good,” Conner frowns, setting down on the roof at the guy’s feet. “You’re Spider-Bro, right?” he asks, taking a knee to come eye-to-eye with him. “I’d tell you who I am but, well you already know given the,” he gestures to what remained of the S on his torn up shirt. “Your suit said you might have a minor concussion?” he asks, looking the man over. “X-Ray vision, let me take a look here,” Conner tries, giving the man a quick once over. “Hmm… well I’d say the nap is probably a bad idea, but for a dude with a mask so is a hospital. Are you like, an Avenger? I could take you to their tower. Or what about to the Hall of Justice? I think the JL has a few doctors. Nobody at Titans Tower I’m afraid lil’ dude. Just tell me where you want to go, and I’ll take you there to make sure you get taken care of.”

“Spider-man.” Peter corrected Conner in a half-whisper. He was conscious enough for that at least. He opened an eye to look over the S across his muscled chest before it flicked upward to the handsome face attached to it. Oh, he’s hot. Peter moved so he was laying on his side with his hand propped up in an attempt to look seductive. All while suffering from a head injury. “I do in fact have a concussion. But don’t worry about my head. I haven’t had any complaints yet.” Peter shot a wink up at the man. “Yup! I’m an Avenger. Tony Stark approved and everything.” He lowered himself back down onto the floor, content to just lay there till everything stopped hurting. “If I did go anywhere I should go back to the tower. Tony’ll wanna know I’m okay and he has nanotechnology that can heal me up. I’ll be okay though! Don’t worry about me. This stuff happens like all the time.” 

    “ Eddie loves to cuddle. ” Venom answered with a wide grin. The answer caused their host to mentally huff at them but Eddie couldn’t do anything about it, given that he was securely encased within the symbiote. They held Peter against their chest with ease as they swung through the air, eventually landing on the patio with enough force that the dog that lived below started barking. Not wanting to draw more attention to them, Venom gradually receded until it was just Eddie and Peter standing outside the apartment. “ Come on, punk. Let’s get you inside before you keel over. ” Eddie pulled open the sliding glass door and ushered Peter inside. His hands firm on the younger man’s shoulders as he led him to the couch and plopped him down on to it. “ You stay right there. I’ll get you some water… ” —[ Eddie, I have an idea. ]– Which was a thought that totally didn’t make Eddie apprehensive at all.

Something told Silk that he needed to get back to Peter quickly. HIs senses were going crazy that the male was in danger and needed some help. The Six had been a handful and a half for them to defeat but he found that when they all worked together it was under control. Silk was fast, faster than all the other Spider-People but he wasn’t strong, so he played offense instead of defense. His webbing didn’t run out so he tried to do most of the trapping and tangling when he could, the things that didn’t require him to be close.

With only a few bumps and bruises he got out the best of the bunch. Swinging through the area he finally spotted Peter, landing on the ground beside him. “Hey,” he said, lifting the male’s head up to rest on his leg. “I an going to need you to stay awake, Peter,” he said, trying to lift the male. “Let’s get you back to your place, change your clothes and then a hospital.”

“I’m up. I’m up.” Peter lazily lifted his head and pried open one of his eyes wide enough to look up at Silk. He smiled up at Sydney and gave him a sorry excuse for a wave. “No. No. Ten more minutes tops. I don’t wanna get up for school yet.” His eyes shut themselves again before he drew a deep breath and let himself become comfortable again. Or as comfortable as he could with that concussion he had. At the mention of a hospital, he was suddenly jarred awake. “No hospitals. They’ll notice something different and freak out. I can’t have that.” Peter held his side as he righted himself, sitting up. “Take me to Mr.Stark. He’ll take care of me.” 

Venom gave a low and far too amused with themselves chuckle at Peter’s grumbled insult. It was a good sign that the hero was still aware enough to be the little smartass punk that he was. They laid a large hand against Spider-Man’s back when he stood and leaned on them for support. The sought after closeness would also be a good sign if it hadn’t meant that Peter was having trouble supporting himself when upright. “ Looks like you caught your fair share of a beating, too, little spider. You should be more careful. ” Venom made a mental note to remember Doc Oc’s name and eat him later, and Eddie didn’t give much of a protest to the idea. Nor did he offer any reluctant caution to the next idea that came to Venom. “ Come, we’re taking you back to our place to keep an eye on you… No sense having dibs if you fall into a coma. ” Venom stated matter of factly and then they scooped the hero up. It was almost too easy to cradle Peter against their chest as they web-zipped off the roof. 

[ text: Peter ] Wait what??? 

“Thanks! I appreciate it.”

The clean up was much easier than the actual battle, but also harder in some ways. Bucky focused on moving debris rather than rounding up the wrongdoers. Doing that gave him a specific task that didn’t involve too much interaction with others, which was good when he was getting exhausted. HYDRA’s weapon tended to slip out when he didn’t have the concentration to keep it at bay. While he knew a cold killing machine would have been helpful in the fights, he was determined to prove to himself that he didn’t need the soldier to be effective in battle. His determination had won out and he was rather proud of himself as he shoved another large piece of metal aside.

With that, the main issues were out of the way and civilians could keep going. As he worked his way back home, he spotted what appeared to be a man strung up in webbing. Before he could think of it being a terrible plan, he had walked over. “I could,” he answered, “are you waiting for someone else?”

“Not at all. By all means, take him away.” Quentin made a dismissive gesture at Octavius who screamed up at him once again. He replied with a chuckle and steadied the man who was still swaying. “You’re gonna want to be careful of this one. Even webbed up he’s a dangerous criminal mastermind.” Though his smarts had done little to help him in this case. For all his genius he was still thwarted by a teenager in spandex. “You’re an interesting looking guy.” Quentin extended his hand for Bucky to shake, “We haven’t had the chance to meet yet. I’m Mysterio. Illusionist extraordinaire.” He accompanied his introduction with a sly smirk. “Rest assured that the pleasure is all mine.” 

“Do you… usually announce that it’s happening with the person whose dick you’re about to suck?” Scott asked curiously and smiled at the boy. He was cute, and he looked even better with a cock shoved in his mouth to keep him from talking. Scott knew he was big, and he was more interested in seeing how much of his length he could fit in the boy’s mouth. He huffed and shifted on his feet to steady his stance, then pushed his hips forward and shoved his cock to the deeper into Peter’s parted lips.

“And you’ve got a pretty mouth, but you probably knew that already.”

Enhanced healing – he should’ve known. Peter lived close to where they are, and the only reason why Frank knew exactly where it was, was due to the fact that he didn’t like the idea of Peter knowing where to find him at all time and not the opposite way around.  An ice pack was a good idea. He had to apply it to his head to relieve pain and decrease swelling. ‘’Will you be able to rest? I’ll get you acetaminophen,’’ he commented, putting Peter’s feet back to the ground as soon as they arrive in front of his apartment’s door. Frank knew he needed to keep an eye on Peter, even if it was easier for him to recover than most people, a concussion shouldn’t be taken lightly and he was almost sure Peter was suffering from one after being trapped underneath a few cars and being tossed around by that Octopus man.

‘‘I’ll stay with you for a while. I have to take a shower anyway, and the heater at the bunker is fucked.’‘ Convenient. ‘‘You’re not still living with your Aunt, right?’‘

Peter knew that Frank had a heart beneath that gruff and grumpy exterior. All it took was him being in mortal danger for him to catch a glimpse of it. He was so deeply moved by his gesture that it almost brought the web-slinger to tears. Frank didn’t have to go out of his way to carry him to safety but he had. “I probably need like three of those bad boys. I’ve got a headache from hell right now.” Peter mumbled against the fabric of Frank’s shirt. Once he was on his feet and inside of the apartment he made a beeline for the couch. Peter slid down onto it face first, sighing in relief. This was way comfier than some random rooftop. “You don’t have to worry about me, Mr.Castle. Thank you, though. You’ve already done enough for me, really.” Peter turned his head so he could look up at Frank, offering him a grateful smile. “I still live with May, by the way. I almost forgot you asked me. Blame the concussion.” 

The destruction in the city was finally under control and the heroes were cleaning up or waiting for civilian police to get things taken care of. He had made it through everything while still able to keep his mind from rebelling. He liked to think that meant he was gaining more control over the soldier. For now, he had nothing to do aside from try to get home as quickly as possible. A shower and some sleep sounded amazing at the moment and he really just wanted to collapse with some tea. As he moved along the roof of a building, he spotted an outfit that looked familiar. Confused, he changed course, keeping his hand close to the sniper rifle on his back, then let out a small sigh when he realized it was Peter.

“Are you planning to sleep up here?” he asked, grinning at the younger man. The poor kid looked exhausted and not in the best of shape. Honestly, he was reminded of Steve after the blonde got in fights. “Let’s get you back to somewhere with doctors.”

Peter had been dreaming when Bucky found him. He had been fast at work building a giant crime-fighting robot with Tony Stark when he was roused out of his sleep. Slowly he opened his eyes and willed his body to function properly. He ran a hand over his masked face and groaned. “Not intentionally. When you’re as tired as I am anywhere is a good place to drop.” With a low groan, he moved so he was sitting up and clutched his side. Doctor Octavius had done a number on him and he was definitely gonna be feeling the effects of the battle for a few hours. “I’ll be fine, Mr.Barnes. Just..give me five or ten minutes. Thank you for waking me up, though. Who knows what might’ve happened if I just stayed there.” Peter could imagine a few things. He was sure that the police would have loved to take him in. “You’re okay, right? I know everything went to hell and back.” 

Frank groaned to himself when Peter greeted him with a Mr. Castle. He was glad to know he was still alive and moved a hand behind his back when he sat up. ‘’I’m not gonna pretend like you don’t look like you’re been ran over by one bus and nine cars,’’ he repeated after him, a grin plastered to his bruised face as the younger male shakily moved on his feet. ‘’– And we don’t have 40 minutes to leave this place either,’’ he warned him, moving an arm around his waist and the other behind his legs before hoisting him up. Peter didn’t weight more than a small dog to him, carrying him around would be a piece of cake. ‘’How quick do you get your energy back, kid?’’ His way to ask if he had some kind of powers that would get him back on his feet in a few minutes or if they needed to go to the hospital. Well, if he needed to drop him in front of a hospital. He headed straight to the exit with the other male in his arms, pushing the door open with his shoulder before going down the stairs. 

Eddie hadn’t left the safety of Venom’s full form since the city erupted into chaos. The symbiote was able to protect their host from a countless number of diseases and poisons, and that included whatever the Scarecrow maniacs fear toxin was. It had been over twelve hours since shit hit the fan and Eddie himself hadn’t breathed the fresh air in once. He thought Venom was being a little overprotective —[ I’m not! ]– but he wasn’t going to argue. They simply agreed to set their sights on finding and checking on Peter once everything calmed down. Of course, they found the punk half-unconscious on a rooftop after having nearly bitten off more than he could chew.

He probably had a concussion, or else Eddie doubted the hero would be trying to nap on a rooftop where anyone could find him. Venom growled in displeasure at the thought and stepped closer, looming over Spider-Man. When the younger man gave no reaction to their presence, they did the first thing that came to mind and roared right into Peter’s ear. “ — No sleeping, little spider. If you’re not careful, some monster might come along and eat you up. ”

Peter woke with a fright. Venom had startled the boy so badly that he nearly jumped up and onto his feet. When he realized that he was in no real danger he shot a glare up at the pair. In the throes of unconsciousness, he had initially perceived Venom as a threat and had been prepared to fight. When he realized it was just Venom above him he visibly relaxed and sighed in relief. ‘Great. It’s just the alien that eats people. I’m gonna be okay.’  “You’re a jerk,” Peter grumbled as he eased himself up and onto his elbows with a groan of protest. “By the way, if anything ate me you’d be pissed. You’ve got dibs, remember?” Slowly but surely Peter lifted himself off of the ground till he was standing and leaning on Venom for support. He needed at least a three-hour nap to recover from the concussion and a full nights sleep to fully heal. “Did you see me out there? I kicked Doc Oc’s butt. It was great. You guys would’ve been proud.” 

Frank was shooting bad guys from the roof, protecting the best he could the super-heroes fighting while using his snipper abilities. Seeing a worn-out Peter Parker hoist himself on the roof before collapsing alarmed him. Quickly putting his automatic weapon into different pieces and tossing them into a backpack, he threw the bag over his shoulder and walked towards the younger male.  

‘‘You’ve been thrown around like a god damn rag doll and you expect me to let you nap here? Hell no,’‘ he kneeled next to the young spider-man, trying to figure out where the beginning of his mask was to lift it off his face. What kind of high tech costume was that? He couldn’t find an opening to tug at. Frank looked visibly annoyed, blood still dripping from his face making him look like an extremely focused psychopath. Most of it was his own, for a change, since he had to fight a few men on his way to the roof (throwing one-off it before he had time to turn against anyone, too. Oh, and steal his position.) He wasn’t the only one who wanted a clear view of this neighborhood. 

‘‘Wake the fuck up,’‘ he tapped Peter’s cheek once or twice. He noticed the way Peter been caught in a cloud of toxins earlier, and couldn’t help to worry for him.