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Summary: While walking home from school, Keith tries to help out one of his teachers out of a jam. However, things don't go according to plan, but a stranger helps him out...who Keith might more fimilar then he thinks.
My hands slipped, and I wrote a part 2 type thing to my Klance Spiderman AU sickfic. (Part 1 here!)
Word Count: 1703
Screaming, explosions, sirens, frantic chattering, bricks thumping to the ground after being blown off by fire shots, and all Lance can focus on is Keith, who is caught halted in fear as the swooping enemies dart about above him and cause damage to the large bank.
Lance is perched on the ledge of a nearby building as other Avengers fire and attack the enemies, and he had been helping until he spotted his classmate accidentally stumble into this mess. And since then, Lance has been horribly distracted and has taken quite a few hits as a result.
He's just about to leap off when he spots an enemy close enough with an unprotected side, but his gaze ends up following a sudden second enemy aiming flaming hands toward the building Keith is standing right beside. There's a fleeting image of Keith getting buried by a massive pile of bricks crossing Lance's mind just as the ball of fire crashes against the side of the building, and not even a second later, Lance is shooting a web toward Keith with one, singular thought: save him.
Time seems to slow down as Lance swoops down toward Keith with an open arm. He hooks his arm around Keith's stomach at the dip of his swing, and time moves back to regular speed as they shoot forward right out of harm's way. There's nothing around for Lance to shoot a web to, and he doesn't want to risk swinging back into the danger with Keith, so he breaks the web when the two are fairly close to the ground and both tumble and roll briefly against the pavement.
Lance is on his feet the second his body stops and he races toward Keith, who is pushing himself up on trembling arms with a low groan.
"Are you okay?" Lance asks quickly as he drops to a knee beside Keith. He holds his hands out as if to comfort the boy but stops just short of Keith's back and shoulders and lets his hands hover over the boy instead.
Keith wordlessly nods and struggles to his feet. Lance mirrors Keith's movements as close as he dares in case Keith isn't okay after all. His eyes scan all over Keith's body for any clear signs of injury, but true to his nod, Keith seems fine, albeit slightly banged up from the fall.
"Spider-Man!"
Both Lance and Keith jump and turn to see a newswoman racing toward them with a cameraman huffing and puffing behind her while struggling to keep up.
"That was a miraculous save, and just in time! Had you been any later, and this boy would have been crushed."
Lance glances over his shoulder to see half of the building collapsed into a massive heap of bricks and furniture right where Keith had been standing, and when he slowly turns his gaze back, his eyes gloss over Keith's pale face also staring at the spot where he'd been standing. Lance takes in how Keith's eyes are slightly wide, and he frowns at the slight tremor taking hold of Keith's hands.
"Do you have any words for Spider-Man, young man?"
Lance keeps his gaze locked on Keith as the latter slowly turns back to the camera. For a moment, Keith only opens and closes his mouth as if searching for words, and Lance is about to step in when Keith clears his throat.
"Thank you."
Lance's eyes widen at the pure sincerity coating Keith's voice, and he spares a moment to soak it in before clamping a hand down to Keith's shoulder with a wide smile.
"No need for that. If I were doing this purely for the thanks, then it wouldn't mean anything." He flashes a smile toward the camera before turning a quick gaze back to Keith and tightening his hand on Keith's shoulder. "Now get out of here. It's too dangerous." He nods to Keith, offers an animated wave right into the camera, then races off back into the battle with a mind burning hot with the desire to fight.
*****
After two hours of fighting and talking with the press, Lance is finally making his slow way back home. He could swing across the buildings and shorten the time, but he's got a gaping gash on his side that's singed around the edges with a pulsing burn from when he got hit with a fire blast and knocked toward a glass window while distracted by Keith. He knows it will heal on its own, but it will take a few days of discomfort before it's gone fully. And right now, it hurts.
He keeps one hand pressed to it while he slowly makes his way back to his apartment, but he only gets a few more steps when a low yet familiar voice is calling out to him.
"Hey."
Lance jumps and spins around with a sharp wince to face Keith, who is leaning against the side of a building in the shadows. His cheeks are flushed from the cold, and his clothes are still dirty from the fall.
"I thought I said to get out of here," Lance says with a groan as he pushes harder against his wound.
"I did. I left the specific area and came here."
"Why?" Lance asks with a breathy huff. "Why not just go home?"
"Because you're hurt." Keith motions toward the hand Lance has pressed to his side, and Lance glances down at it before turning a sharp gaze back to Keith.
"It will heal."
"It must hurt right now."
"It will heal." Lance repeats with a force that he can only chalk up to crashing adrenaline. He breathes out a low huff and softens his gaze. "Why were you out there anyway? You could have been killed."
"I got lost."
Lance arches a brow. "No, you didn't."
"No, I didn't," Keith agrees before stepping closer with an outstretched hand. "May I?" He asks, motioning toward Lance's wound, and Lance takes a step back with narrowed eyes.
"Tell me why you were there first."
"To help you," Keith says flatly as he crouches down and pulls at Lance's arm. "Now let me see."
Lance frowns but allows Keith to move his hand and examine the wound. "You know I'm, like, a superhero right? I've kinda got the whole dangerous situations thing covered."
"And yet here you are with a nasty cut and severe burns."
"I said it will heal."
"When?"
Lance sighs. "A few days."
"My brother-"
"Is a doctor and can help me," Lance finishes with a huff. "I know, but I'm really okay."
"What's the harm in letting him have a look at you and patching you up?"
Exposure, Lance thinks. He risked a lot last time he entered Keith's apartment for the medicine when he was sick. He can't do it again. "Because it would be a waste of supplies."
"That's a stupid answer," Keith says as he grips Lance's arm and starts toward his apartment building.
Lance's muscles tremble against the urge to pull away, but his heart says to just follow. So, he does.
*****
The second Keith twists the doorknob to his apartment door, there's a loud shuffling sound from inside the apartment, and moments later, the door is being pulled open hard enough that Lance thinks it may be ripped right off the frame.
Shiro stands on the other side, chest heaving and frantic face falling away to relief. "Keith," he breathes out and gathers Keith in his arms.
Lance watches, unsure of what's happening, and Keith groans against Shiro's chest.
"I can't breathe."
Shiro pulls away but keeps both hands planted on Keith's shoulders. "Are you out of your mind? I saw you on the news! The woman said you almost died! And then you never came home!"
"I'm fine," Keith mutters as he slides away from Shiro's hands. "But, he's hurt," he finishes, motioning back toward Lance, and it's only then that Shiro picks up on Lance's presence.
Next thing Lance knows, he's being pulled into Shiro's arms, but his sharp wince as Shiro pulling back with a frown.
"I said he's hurt, Shiro," Keith groans just as Shiro scans eyes over Lance until he spots the wound. "That doesn't mean crush him with a hug."
Shiro drops to a crouch to prod lightly at the wound. "I'm sorry," he says. "I'm just so thankful that you saved my brother, Spider-Man."
Lance can't help the smile that pulls at his lips, and he offers a nod toward the older man just as Shiro gets to his feet with a frown.
"That looks pretty bad."
"It will heal."
"But it's still hurting him," Keith points out with a sharp voice.
Lance shoots a narrow gaze toward Keith, willing the boy to shut up.
"Well, we can patch it up and make it more comfortable on you while it heals."
Lance wants to tell Shiro that it's not necessary, but he knows how well that panned out last time, so he wordlessly follows the two into the apartment.
When they reach the bathroom, Lance freezes. He doesn't have his change of clothes, and he knows that for Shiro to properly work, he's going to have to take his suit off. "I don't..." He says, motioning weakly toward his suit in a helpless gesture.
"Oh. Oh! Keith can lend you some clothes. Right, Keith?"
Keith only nods and wordlessly starts to his room, and only five minutes later, Lance is standing shirtless in the bathroom with a pair of Keith's gym shorts on.
"The mask-"
"The mask stays on," Keith interrupts Shiro before Lance can say exactly what Keith had just said.
"Okay," Shiro says before motioning for Lance to take a seat on the edge of the tub as he gets to work. "So are you two... friends?"
There's a gloss of hope coloring Shiro's tone, and when Lance looks to the older man, he can see Shiro's orderly composure threatening to crack away to reveal an awestruck fan.
Lance drags his gaze toward Keith, and for an endless second, the two stare at each other. Finally, Keith clears his throat to reply for both of them.
"Something like that."
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Here I am. Back at it with the Klance Spider-Man AU.
(Part 1 here!) (Part 2 here!)
Word Count: 2220
“Isn’t that Keith’s older brother?”
Lance looks up from his locker and follows Hunk’s pointing finger to spot Shiro frantically talking with the school principal. He tilts his head with a ghost of a frown as he watches Shiro wave his hands about, doctor’s coat shifting about from where it hangs just to his knees.
“He seems upset,” Lance comments as he closes his locker and starts forward to see if he can sneakily listen in on the conversation. He and Hunk cross the hall and move toward a set of lockers closer to the two men and discreetly lean over to get a listen.
“All I’m asking is if you can contact any of his friends to see if they know where he is!”
Lance turns toward Hunk with furrowed brows before the two go back to listening.
“I wish I could help you, Mr. Shirogane, I really do, but I never see Keith talking with any of the other students.”
“You mean to tell me my brother is missing and there is not a single person here you can ask?”
Lance and Hunk slowly back away and cross the hall back toward Lance’s locker. Lance folds his arms over his chest and frowns deeply at Hunk. “Keith’s... missing?”
“Our math teacher said he’s been sick.” Hunk supplies, tapping at his chin.
Lance nods; he remembers the teacher saying that yesterday after he spotted Keith’s empty seat. He didn’t tell Hunk, but during his patrol that night, he dropped by Keith’s apartment complex and glanced into the window to see Keith bundled up on the couch while Shiro coddled him. He was worried and just wanted to see, just wanted to make sure that Keith was okay.
Before Lance can comment further, his phone chimes in his pocket, and he falls back against his locker and fishes his phone out of his jacket pocket. His phone flashes with “One New Email from LovelyLotor,” and a loud groan slips past his lips as he taps at his phone to open it.
“I thought you caught this guy already,” Hunk says, leaning against the lockers beside Lance to look at the phone.
“I did,” Lance starts with a loud sigh. “He keeps breaking out of jail.” He frowns at the video file in the email and hesitantly taps it to open it.
“Ah, Spider-Boy. It’s been too long since our last meeting.”
“Does he have a black eye?” Hunk questions, leaning closer to the phone, but Lance shushes him as he focuses back on the video.
“You may have bested me last time, but I have something I think might interest you.”
Lance watches as Lotor steps to the side, and when he spots Keith unconscious and tied up in a corner of the small, metal-looking room that holds various shelves, he sucks in a sharp hiss. “This mother-fu-”
“Lance!”
Lance clenches his free hand into a fist as he turns his attention back to the video. He watches with narrowed eyes as Lotor steps out of the room and locks the door behind him.
“Wow, it’s certainly cold in there. You’ll want to hurry and find me if you want to save him. He won’t last long in there.”
The video ends on Lotor’s twisted, devious smile, and Lance thrusts the phone to Hunk as panic grips at his heart. “Where is this?” He asks, words spilling off his tongue as he watches Hunk rewind the video in search of any clues as to where Keith is.
“Holt’s Butcher Shop,” Hunk mutters after a few moments with the phone held close to his eyes. “Looks like he’s got Keith locked in a meat locker there.”
“Holt…” Lance’s brows pull together as he plays with the name in his mind. “Like, Katie Holt?”
“Yeah, Pidge. She’s in our Chemistry class.”
Nodding, Lance gnaws at his lower lip. He spares a quick glance back to see Shiro rake trembling fingers through his hair then turns back to Hunk with narrow, dangerous eyes. “Okay, here’s the plan…”
*****
“That didn’t take you long.”
Lance stops in front of Lotor, who is leaning against the locked meat locker as if he’s waiting for a casual date. “You didn’t exactly try to hide the sign,” Lance says with a shake of the head as he gestures toward the “Holt’s Butcher Shop,” sign hanging on a wall off to the side. He tilts his head at the villain and arches a brow while tapping underneath his eye. “What happened there?”
“Damn brat swung at me,” Lotor mutters, and Lance can’t help the sharp laugh that shoots up his throat.
“Looks like he put up a fight.”
“Doesn’t matter. I knocked him out only a moment later.”
Lance frowns at this, hard enough to be seen through his mask. “Yeah, that was the wrong move,” he spits out, voice low and dangerous as he approaches Lotor while cracking his knuckles.
Instead of prepping for battle, Lotor turns and unlocks the meat locker, which has Lance freezing in place as his face twists into confusion. “What are you-”
“Let’s check on him first.” Lotor says as he steps inside.
Lance remains outside. He can just barely see Keith propped up against a wall, but he can’t get his feet to move forward because distrust weighs hard on his shoulders. But when he hears Keith bark out a sharp cough, he’s shrugging off whatever skepticism is holding him back and bolting into the meat locker to get to the other boy.
He’s crouched in front of Keith in seconds, and concern bleeds into his tone as he gently shakes Keith’s shoulder. “Keith? Are you okay?” Keith trembles hard under his palm, and he’s got a faint blue tinge to his lips that has Lance frowning deeply. “Keith?”
“He doesn’t look so good.”
Lance is on his feet and whipping around to face Lotor. “Why him?”
“You two are friends, no? I’ve seen you walking talking together.”
Lance clenches both hands into fists at his side as anger burns hot against his veins. “If you want me, fine. But, leave him out of this.”
“It’s much more fun this way.”
Lance steps forward when he realizes that Lotor has been inching out of the locker, but his movements are a half-second too slow, and he ends up shooting web across the closed door just as Lotor slams it shut, locking the two in. He flies forward, feeling around the dark for a handle, but his hands only smooth across cold metal. He steps back and kicks angrily at the door. “Lotor, you asshole!”
“Bye, Spider-Boy!”
Lance kicks harder at the door. He’s leaving small dents but not enough to break through. Anger curls hot within his chest, spreading like a dangerous fire across his body, but when Keith coughs once more behind him, he gives up on trying to break through the door in favor of helping the boy.
Lance slips a glove off and presses a hand to Keith’s cheek. He’s cold, Lance thinks as worry replaces anger. Far too cold. He glances around as if he can find a solution amongst the shelves of meat, but the solution comes to him when he glances down, instead, and runs a steady hand across his suit.
Thanks to his suit, he hasn’t felt the cold at all, and before he knows it, he’s slipping out of his suit, ignoring the cold air against his skin as he steps out of it. He keeps his mask on but carefully lifts Keith to slip the unconscious boy into the suit. He gets it on as best he can against Keith’s dead weight and the cramped space then shifts until his bare back is pressed against the icy wall and Keith is pulled close to his chest for added warmth.
It’s okay, Lance thinks as he rubs his hands up and down Keith’s arms to further add warmth to the shivering boy as he settles in to wait. Hunk will come, he thinks. Hunk will keep with the alternate plan.
*****
It’s another thirty minutes until Lance hears the faint sound of a key sliding into a lock. He’s thoroughly chilled through, but Keith seems to be much warmer than before and is resting comfortably against Lance’s chest, and that’s all that Lance could have asked for in this poor situation.
When the large, metal door swings open, Lance winces slightly at the bright light, and Keith groans against his chest and shifts around as he finally comes to, no doubt thanks to the loud creak of the door paired with the sudden light.
It takes rapid blinking until Lance can make out Hunk standing wide-eyed in the doorway with the Holt siblings standing beside him. Hunk shoots him a frantic look just as Keith sits up with a sharp hiss and a hand to the back of his head.
“Hunk?” Keith mutters, voice raspy from his lingering illness paired with disuse. He frowns and glances down with hazy eyes, but once his mind processes what he’s wearing, he shoots forward and whips around to face Lance, only to teeter dangerously on his knees from the sharp movements.
“Easy,” Lance mutters, holding one shaking arm out to steady Keith. “You may have a minor concussion.”
“Why…” Keith glances over his shoulder to Hunk then back to Lance, eyes trailing across Lance’s bare skin until falling onto his masked face. “What?”
Lance gets to his feet slowly and shoots Hunk a panicked look not seen through his mask as he helps Keith to his feet. “You were kidnapped. I came to help, and we both got locked in.”
Keith stumbles out of the locker with Lance’s hand on the small of his back. “Why is Hunk here? And Pidge and Matt?”
“Uh,” Hunk starts, struggling for an excuse, but Pidge steps up with a dangerous glimmer in her eyes.
“Your brother told Matt that you were kidnapped. Hunk saw Spider-Man here headed this way, and we decided to follow him.” Her voice is low, and it has Lance swallowing down a pit forming in his throat because something about her tone of voice isn’t settling well within his chest.
Keith appears lost and slow to catch onto the words being spoken to him. He keeps silent as he stumbles out of the suit, and he hands it back to Lance, tired eyes scanning all across the masked face for an answer to fix the broken pieces of his mind.
Lance wordlessly takes the suit, and just seconds after he has it slipped back on, he hears a door slam open from somewhere else in the building.
“KEITH!”
Shiro comes skidding around a corner, and when he spots Keith, he closes the distance between the two and hugs Keith tightly to his chest. “Keith, are you alright?”
“Yes,” Keith mutters against Shiro’s chest, and Lance huffs at Keith’s answer and steps up to intervene.
“Hey might have a slight concussion, and he may still be a little hypothermic. I’m not sure; he’s been in the meat locker for a while.”
Keith pulls away from Shiro’s chest with a frown and glances over his shoulder at Lance just as Shiro studies the hero with focused eyes.
“What about you? You’re shivering.” Keith comments, voice neutral but holding the faintest hint of concern.
Lance spares a glance toward his shaking hands then looks back up with a wide smile. “I’ll be fine. My suit will warm me up in no time!” He believes it too; he’s already feeling much warmer thanks to the heating abilities his advanced suit provides. He turns his attention toward Shiro and nods to the door. “You should get him home and looked over.”
Shiro snakes an arm around Keith’s shoulders and pulls his brother close to him as if he never wants to let go. “I can’t thank you enough, Spider-Man. You keep saving my little brother.”
“Shiro,” Keith groans, and Lance rubs at the back of his neck with a sheepish smile.
“Don’t worry about it.” He says, and he takes note of the familiar glimmer trying to push past the cloud of worry coating Shiro’s dark eyes. He steps forward and pats Shiro on the shoulder before motioning toward the door.
Shiro lets his eyes linger on Lance for a moment longer than needed before turning Keith toward the exit. “Thanks for texting, Matt. Can I give you two a ride home?”
The Holt siblings leave with Shiro and Keith, but not before Pidge shoots a sharp, knowing look toward Lance. “Nice to meet you, Spider-Man,” she calls out, voice borderline teasing, just as she rounds a corner and disappears from sight.
“Do you think she knows?” Hunk whispers as he pats along Lance’s arms to check for injuries.
“I don’t know,” Lance admits with a slightly trembling voice. He wants to focus on that, to take time to stress over the fact that Pidge possibly saw right through him and now knows who he really is, but his surroundings paired with the slight tremors still wracking his frame take center focus, and he starts toward the exit with narrow, dangerous eyes.
“You’re going after Lotor, aren’t you?”
Lance turns a corner with Hunk following close behind.
