I'll Be Okay - Peter Maximoff & David Haller

Something New Needs to Happen Soon

           He felt like he could finally breathe clearly for the first time in his 27 years of life. He felt like a child again, like he could finally fly with only his cape and he could go against anyone who's ever challenged him no matter the consequences. His mind felt like slush, but it was better than it is foggy. Thoughts weren't screaming at him anymore, or at least for now. He felt like he wasn't even here on earth, it felt like he was floating somewhere he knew no one would ever find him. It felt like he was finally able to think undestructively. 

           He put his hands in the air, watching the colours follow behind them, and waved them around slowly. Mesmerized by the sudden euphoria that shot through him when analyzing his hands, he let out the loudest laugh. They were like coloured light bulbs, flashing in and out. He felt so fucking happy. The happiest he's ever been in so long, even though the heaviness on top of his chest didn't let up one bit, he still felt like the happiness was real. God was it real! 

"David! This! This is amazing! I've never felt this good in my entire life!" He could feel the grin on his face just get entirely bigger looking at him. They were on the ground, David was lying next to Peter, just as doped up as he felt, but before he could respond back to Peter, his eyes widened slowly, looking at Peter like he was the scariest thing David's ever seen. So he immediately shot up from the ground, seeing the unshed tears gather in his eyes.

"Whoa! Hey, are you okay? What's wrong, what did you see?" Peter felt like his speech was slurred, but he understood himself so he hoped to god David understood him too. He wanted to take this seriously, but the constant pleasant buzz in the back of his head was making it impossible to stay concentrated.

"No, no, I'm alright. I just thought I saw something, it's probably just the trip." He says quickly, but Peter wasn't convinced. A part of him, logically, told him to leave David alone, but another part wanted him to pry for more information. 

"Well . . . what can I do to make it better?" David doesn't say anything at first, just stares at him, and flowers start growing out of his skin and he suddenly gives me a huge smile.

"You're really pretty, you know that?" Peter's eyes widened, not expecting that from him. He didn't say anything back right away. Too caught up in the petals his skin created.

"Uh . . . thank you. Never really been called pretty but I guess its a compliment, right?" 

"Yeah, sorry, I just thought you had to know. I'm not usually this open, it's just," He pointed to the frog. "The vapour," 

"Oh . . . " he said, disappointed. "That's fine, then, I can understand." Peter still felt like he could feel his entire bodily organs.

          He didn't think he'd ever try something like this, it felt like he just took a tab. It felt so . . . so beautiful. He could feel the air, and the energy it harnessed, how quick he could bend it to his will. So he waved his hands again and David suddenly grabs them, looking at him with wide curious eyes. The feeling of his hands on Peter's was absolutely riveting, He could bask in it, the feeling Peter got when David touched him. 

           'Whoa, this was moving fast.' He giggled at the thought, and David started to laugh too, but now, it was slow and distorted. He wondered if it was his mutation that was doing this, but he heard voices that were deep, and he knew he didn't have that ability so he couldn't help but listen in. 

"H A H, what . . . are . . . you . . . thinking? I'm . . . thinking . . . yogurt . . . or . . . no . . . Klonopin . . . no wait . . . yogurt . . . aaaand . . . klonopin . . . Yeah that'll . . . a cocktail!" 

    Now his speech was slowed, it was becoming increasingly scary. David stood next to him, still holding his hand. "Are you, Is this . . . real?" 

"I'm real," Peter spoke, but it still resembled the distortion. It was getting annoying, but also really fucking funny. His voice sounded so weird, especially hearing it like that, and he couldn't help but drop to the floor laughing, clutching his stomach because of how they both sounded. 

          Then like a fucking bolt, reality snapped back like a rubber band. So hard that Peter hauled his guts out behind the sofa. He felt like he just got off the round-a-bout with his friends after going again 4 times. He spits out the last of his liquids and turns, only to realize David was behind him consolidating, wiping his hair from his eyes, holding a wet towel to his face. 

"It's okay, you'll be okay." He kept whispering this to him, but Peter was angry now. Where had the euphoria gone? Why was it snatched from him like everything else? They had no right!

"What happened?" His voice is surprisingly calm.

"It's just the trip wearing off, it was your first time so you crashed hard." David kept wiping at his mouth. Now focusing on his lips, he rubbed back and forth unmoving his position of practically being on Peter's back. 

"What, so no hangover? That was the worse drug drop I've had since the 70s man." His voice crackled and he tried clearing his throat but the bile kept him from getting relief. 

"Can I brush my teeth?" Peter asked now, aware of how much it stunk being by the vomit. Wait, fuck oh my god, he threw up on his floor, "Shit, I'm so sorry David, I'll clean it up!" He scrambled up but David just pulled him back to sit. 

"Hey, hey, calm down. Everythings fine, I got this. I just-" He looked up apologetically, and Peter thought the worst. This was it, he had his fun now he'll tell him to leave, to get out. The spider returned. 

He was gonna kick him out, he was so angry with him, god why did he have to-

"I don't have a toothbrush for you, I'm sorry." Peter couldn't help it. 

He just started to cry.

          David just flew into this protective mother stance and immediately threw his arms around him. "What happened!? Did I say something wrong?" He held Peter's face in his hands, and he could really see David now, the flaws, the cracked skin, the stubble that was left behind, how absolutely ocean blue his eyes were.

"No, no not at all." Fuck he really needs to brush his teeth. "We're just . . . we're gonna go on another adventure ok? Just a small one, alright?" David furrowed his brows, confused now.

"What? Why?" He dropped his face, and Peter sighed at the loss of warmth.

"Well . . . I need my toothbrush, don't I?" 

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Created: February 20th 2020

Finished: February 17th 2021