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"You alright babe?" Nemo hummed drowsily, hugging Peter closer to his chest. The smaller boy's toned back was up against Nemo's chest, his body heat radiating through the soft material of the Pyjamas that were separating them.
Peter, upon hearing Nemo's less than enthusiastic reply, rolled over so they were now chest to chest.
"Please be honest, is there anything I can do to make you feel better?" Peter asked, looking up at Nemo.
"I can think of a few things." Nemo drawled with a lopsided smirk.
"Neems! That's inappropriate!"
Consider Nemo's mood lifted.
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Nemo had never been a people person, that wasn't his area. He could get them to do what he wanted no problem, although this was down to his large and intimidating stature, but he couldn't actually talk to them. It was a wonder to him that he even got Peter to talk to him enough that they began dating.
So, with people not being his expertise, Nemo found it increasingly hard and infuriating to answer the lab worker's questions.
"So can you feel this?" A doctor asked while prodding Nemo's leg with a small metal pole.
Nemo tried his best not to roll his eyes, but the pure stupidity of the situation got the better of him.
"No I fucking don't! I never will, I'm just a weak little cripple now!"
The whole room fell silent as Nemo calmed his breathing, it was as if no one dared to move in case they set him off again, Peter however did. He moved forward increasingly timidly and wheeled Nemo out of the small box like room. They didn't talk at all until they reached their temporary rooms.
Take note on 'rooms', Tony thought it would be far too inappropriate for them to share. Nemo almost wanted to laugh at how small that issue sounds now.
Peter helped Nemo get into his bed and then followed suit, tucking himself tightly under Nemo's bicep.
"We can go home soon, we go back to school."
"Fuck, what's everyone gonna think?" Nemo moved his hand over his face with exasperation.
"Language Neems! Tony has this whole place bugged and F.R.I.D.A.Y is a colossal snitch."
"I want to die Pete."
There were three beats of silence as Peter processed what he already knew.
"I know."
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I can't actually deal wtf, why is this so depressing?? Also btw, Voltron mutuals hit me up!!!
