#platonic poly

Webs.

Your eyes zero in on the webs that lined the corners of the room. Webs like yours, far too big and detailed to be a normal spider web.

"Base is clear. They had a spider hybrid." You announced crawling to the webs that check them out curiously. Soap gets into the room first, looking around just in case before sitting down at the computer and trying to boot it up.

It whirs to life as you crawl onto the webs, watching dust shake off of some strands. This building was truly abandoned. The computer beeps, which gets your attention, crawling toward the doorway where Gaz stands, keeping look out.

"Bitsy." You snap your head over to Soap, two of your eyes narrowing at the new nickname. "What spider made those webs. They look different than yours." He asks, sorting through the computer files for information.

"Not sure. I can't tell off just off the webs." You admit honestly, clanking your fangs slightly. There's a new smell breaking through the blood, dust, and rot. A person, human, not hybrid. "Someone's here." You whisper, lowering your voice and crawling onto the ceiling.

"You want me to come with you?" Gaz asks quietly, peering down the hall. You hiss at him, making him sit back a little in shock.

"They won't expect me. They'll expect you. Stay with Soap." You insist as you slowly crawl out of sight and toward the scent filtering through the house. Staying on the ceiling was perfect cover, spotting two people, not just one, slipping into the entry point you'd used earlier. They scan the room, but they don't scan where you nestled on the ceiling. They stay close together, creeping toward the computer room where Soap and Gaz were.

The floor boards creak under their boots, bringing them closer and closer. Right where you needed them. Gaz didn't listen to you, not liking the idea of you silently wandering the base without one of them close by.

He really wished he had.

Once the men were standing beneath you, you dropped down onto their heads. It was so quick that Gaz felt his stomach lurch, your body twisting mid-air to wrap your spiderlike limbs around their bodies. Your fangs slice through the vest and gear easily, pulsing venom into both soldiers as they wriggle bellow you. Gaz gags, his stomach churning as you cocoon both of the wriggling, gasping men into a mass of webs.

The mass wriggles, cries muffled by the thick silk like material. If the poison wasn't coursing through their bodies, the webs would've eventually suffocated them, Gaz watching in horror as the cocoon eventually falls still. He shudders when he looks back at you, realizing you had kept two eyes on him the entire time.

Now, all four of them stared back at him, narrow and angry. "I've got it! Everything clear?" Soap's voice crackled over the earpiece, and you scuttle up the wall.

"Clear. We need to leave. There could be more coming." You huff as you poke Gaz firmly in the shoulder. "You stay ahead of me." You hiss as you click your fangs together hard in a warning. Gaz nods, leading you and Soap back to his entry point, out of the building and to extraction.

You refused to look away from Gaz the entire time, and Gaz wondered if he was next to be webbed up and trapped.

"So what happened? Why are you mad at Gaz?" Price lights his cigar, leaning into the supply closet to look up at you. Since you came back from the operation two days ago, you'd stayed in your supply closet. Gaz explained how you'd hissed at him, stared him down, and how now you were avoiding him completely.

"He could've been seen. He could've been heard. I cleared the building, but what if there was another spider, another me, hiding there that I hadn't seen?" You ranted as you tore up your web furiously. Price watches in facination, though a little worried. This was the second nest he'd seen you make and destroy. "I could hear him, behind me in the hall. What if they had?"

"Y/N, stop." Price scolds firmly, something he typically reserved for training with you. "Your fears were warrented, and I'm glad you are looking out for this team. That's what Gaz was doing. If something had happened to you, Y/N, they would never forgive themselves." He continues once he's gotten your attention.

Your eyes flicker across his face and his body language, feeling a bit of tension slipping away as his firm gaze holds yours. Price never flinched from you. He saw you, better than anyone else had in the past. Your anxiety, your need to protect them, and your misdirected anger.

"I'm sorry. Did I make him upset avoiding him?" You question as you finally come down from your shelf and toward the door.

"He's just worried that he really pissed you off. He's in the gym if you wanted to talk with him." Price offers, moving aside for you to crawl out of the closet and towards the gym. Gaz sets his weights down heavily, groaning and stretching his arms over his head. The clicking of your fangs starled him slightly as he looks up to see you.

"Hey, woah. You really are quiet." Gaz muttters as you lower yourself down by a string of web.

"I am not mad at you. I was worried you would get hurt, and my protective behavior tends to look agressive. And mean." You explain as your arms dangle beside your head. Gaz reaches out and takes one of your hands, measuring his hand to yours curiously.

"You snapped your fangs at me. That was a little scary." Gaz admits, giving your hand a small squeeze. You squeeze his hand back reassuringly and smile at him.

"I wanted too make a point. But that was kinda rude. I knew it would scare you, but I did it anyway." Your fingers absently trace overr Gaz's skin, feeling the claws at his fingernails and the heartbeat fluttering under his wrist.

"Seeing you wrap up those two guys was more horrifying, honestly. Just please don't avoid me like that again. I can't stand the silent treatment." Gaz confesses, and your chest aches a little. He sounded very vulnerable, the words accompanied by another hand squeeze. "Deal?"

"Deal. Can I stay and hang out here?" You ask, watching him let go of your hand to pick back up his weights.

"I'd like that. Tell me, how'd you feel on your first deployment, Bitsy?" He chuckles, hauling the weights back over his head. Your smile stretches around your fangs, letting them click in happiness that your teammate wasn't mad at you.

Though you'd have to ask them why of all call signs they could've given you, they chose Bitsy. You'd ask later, though, focusing more on making Gaz chuckle again. You liked the sound of it more than the silence of the broom closet.

Thank you all so much for reading and supporting these chapters! I have the next part Creature Comfort in the works, so hopefully it'll be up soon. I don't have an upload schedule, and I just kind of work on things when I'm inspired.

"Oh, absolutely not." You say firmly, opening the front door. "You hate the drivers around here way too much." You hold back telling him that he can't drive, getting into the car and starting it up. "Since you wanted to come with me so badly, you're coming with me to the library."

Ghost sighs dramatically at that statement, but he doesn't really mind holding the books that you pick out as you wander around the library. Mostly because it meant he could keep an eye on you. The coffee shop wasn't busy yet when you pulled into the drive through, turning to Simon. "Do you want something?" You offer sweetly, and Simon shakes his head at that. You make a little face at him and than begin to place your order. Two cold brews with caramel, but one no cream, and two chocolate crossaints.

"I just said I didn't want anything." Simon huffs playfully, shaking his head as you pull the car forward.

"And John doesn't like it when I drink two coffees, so I guess you'll just have to drink it!" You chirp back happily, giving him a smile. "Gonna need your energy, book carrier!"

John knew something was up when you didn't run up to him the moment he opened the door. He wasn't concerned. He trusted his men, and he trusted you, but he was curious. A glace at the clock told him it was almost one in the morning, but you would always wait up for him. No matter how much Simon would urge you to go to bed, you wanted to see John the moment he got home.

"Shhh! I just got em to sleep!" Simon whispers as John steps into the living room, and John smiles widely as he takes in the sight. Simon had wrapped you up in two blankets, your hair a little out of place from the fight you undoubtedly put up.

"You swaddled my partner?" Price asks, but he's chuckling a little as he does. "Whatever works. I hate when they stay up so late." He continues, coming over and sitting heavily in the recliner. "Gonna get cleaned off and then carry them to bed. The guest room is open. I know Y/N wouldn't want you leaving at night."

"Yes Sir." Simon agrees, yawning a little and absently rubbing your back. "They bit me, by the way. Little bugger." Price lets out a long chuckle, the simple, comfortable scene that he came home too relaxed him.

"Yeah, should've warned you about that. Should I put Kyle on security detail next?" Price offers and Simon softly shakes his head, looking ready to fall asleep with you. "I'll wake you when I come get them. Get some sleep." Price hums, getting up and heading to his bedroom.

Laswell warned you that Ghost would likely be the hardest to care for, the most guarded it seemed, and you didn't believe in saving the worst for last. You knock at his barrack door, waiting for a few moments and hearing him shuffling around inside.

"Ghost, I will not go away, but I am not going to barge into your room. You can not avoid taking your medication. If you try, you'll learn first hand that I can out wait you." You advised, opening up the bag of jerky.

The door knob twists and the door creaks open, Simons eyes peering out at you. No, not at you, the bag of jerky.

Gotcha.

"Hello, Ghost. I have two vitamins, an allergy pill, and your anxiety medication." You began holding up the small cup with the pills. "I promise, for each pill you take, I will give you a piece of jerky. Sound good?" You prompted and Ghost out right snarls at you.

"That doesn't scare me. You do that again, you'll get no jerky for a week."

The sharpness in your tone caught Ghost off guard. It was just as aggressive, as gutteral as his snarl had been, and it startled him. How could a bunny startle him? His ears drop, eyes wide as he opens his door all the way. You said nothing, firmly holding his gaze as you extended the pill cup and a small cup of water.

Ghost holds back what feels like a whimper. He doesn't whimper and takes the two cups, downing the pills and then the water.

Click "Good boy."

Ghost sputters on the last of his water, glaring at you and opening his mouth to yell at you, or maybe snarl again, but he stops short. A piece of jerky was held out between your fingers, and when he looked back up at you, you were genuinely smiling at him.

"Go on, hun. You took your meds, and now you get your treat." You prod gently, testing the waters of praise that Ghost would allow.

"I don't need treats." Ghost grunts, but he eats the treat right from your hand, nipping your fingers a little as he does.

Click.

This was going to be much easier than you thought.

Hungry.... That didn't even begin to cover how Gaz felt. He was starving. The jerky from Y/N after his medication had sparked something, a deep hunger that he'd gotten really good at ignoring over the years. Soilders get hungry sometimes. That's part of the job.

But now he's pacing outside of the locked kitchen, pressing and clawing slightly at the door every so often like that would grant him access inside. Someone was in there, cooking something, and he was hungry.

Gaz whines, the noise shocking him in the quiet empty hallway, and immediately backing up from the kitchen door. What the fuck was wrong with him?

Before he could dwell on the question too long, the kitchen door swings open, and there you stand, obviously concerned. "Gaz? Was that you?" You question, Gaz looking behind you into the kitchen, eagerly sniffing the air.

Your heart breaks at how hungry he looks, practically drooling on himself and looking down at you guiltily. "I-I'm really, really hungry." Gaz admits after a moment, tucking his tail just slightly.

"Well, that's good, it's almost dinner time." You say, grabbing two pieces of jerky from your bag. "Can you go tell everyone while I plate everything up? Here's a little snack while you walk." Gaz eagerly perks at that, tail wagging a little as he takes the pieces of jerky.

"Thank you! I will." He assures, unconcously sniffing, than licking your hand before he heads down the hall toward Price's office first. Click. His ears perk at the sound, and he turns to look back at you, his actions catching up with him.

"Go on, hun." You encourage, and Gaz blushes slightly before beginning to walk again. Maybe there were drugs in the jerky because Gaz has never fed into his instincts like that since... well, since he was a puppy.

He finishes the last of his treat and licks his lips, stomach growling loudly again. He'd figure out how he felt about this after he had dinner.

I can not believe the overwheming support that this story got, and I hope you guys enjoy this part as much as the first one. I can't wait to get deeper into this fic and have our bunny become a stable support for our boys. I'll start working on part 3 soon