May Parker (aunt_may) wrote in chances_rpg, @ 2024-05-06 18:42:00 |
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Current mood: | relieved |
Entry tags: | mcu: bruce banner, mcu: may parker, mcu: stephen strange |
LOG: May, Bruce, Stephen
WHO: May Parker-Banner, Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange
WHERE: May and Bruce’s apartment
WHAT: May is rescued.
WHEN: Monday, May 6
RATING: PG
WARNINGS: Poltergeist talk
May wasn’t sure how long she was gone, but it felt like forever before she found herself being pulled through what could only be described as a portal. She was a little banged up, but nothing life threatening, thankfully. Still, she stood in her living room, shocked. “Oh my God. How long have I been gone?” She looked between Stephen and Bruce.
Stephen had been more than a little worried. This was obviously something no one had tried before and Hargreeves hadn't exactly sounded confident. So when the portal started spinning, he kept his eyes pointedly away from the anxiety-filled scientist and put his focus on the plane he could only call the afterlife. When the small brunette came through, he immediately closed the gate behind her, not willing to risk letting anything else through.
On the one hand, Bruce was a ball of anxiety, that much was accurate. The whole city was going haywire on them but he couldn't even focus on that. But he was also still trying to keep it together. If this didn't work…he didn't know how he was going to tell the kids. Especially Peter. The boy looked haunted (hell, around here right now, maybe he was) and Bruce knew he'd wanted to be there for this but somehow mixing him and Strange with complicated spells seemed to set both the sorcerer and the teenager on edge. So Bruce had sent him off to distract Lyra and he'd waited as patiently as he could.
He'd seen Strange's magic before so he wasn't quite as weirded out as he probably could have been. But when May finally appeared at the edge of the portal, Bruce reached out, pulling her quickly to safety and away from the rapidly closing gateway. “Oh thank God,” he murmured, looking her over. She seemed unharmed, maybe some bruising and scratches, but nothing that looked like it needed immediate attention. “It's been a few days,” he told her, finally caving and pulling her into a firm hug.
May hugged him fiercely. She was relieved to hear it was only a few days, but she hated that she worried her family for any length of time. “I love you,” she whispered. She didn’t care Stephen was inches away from them. She leaned up and brushed a light kiss against Bruce’s lips. “How are the kids?” She glanced at Stephen. “And, Stephen, thank you. Thank you so much.”
Sure, he had a rep as an asshole. But Stephen had seen enough to realize that finding love when it was there was always a good thing. He gave the couple their moment, smiling slightly, not even winded from the magic he'd just performed. He'd have to sit down, maybe with Emily, and look over the spell he'd used, dissecting it thoroughly. But for now, he was just grateful it had worked.
“Of course,” he said, an uncharacteristic smile on his face. Logically he knew the woman's passing hadn't been his fault. But he'd always blame himself, just as he knew Peter did as well. She had her chance to be alive and happy here and he'd do anything to keep that. “How are you feeling? Do we need to get a doctor over? …a practicing one, obviously.”
Bruce had accepted his wife's gentle kiss before hugging her again and finally giving her a few inches of space. Glancing over, he finally remembered the other man was present. Reaching out, he offered Stephen a hand. “Thank you,” he said firmly, the desperate gratitude in his voice.
Looking back at May, he offered a smile. Of course she was worried about the kids. “They're fine. Worried, but they'll be better now. Peter wanted to be here but we all thought it would be best.”
She nodded her understanding. “I don’t need a doctor. I’m fine. Really. Just a little shook up. I was in the living room for one minute and then…” She shook her head. “I’ll never understand this place. I’m just…” She glanced at the television. “I don’t think I want to be alone any time soon,” she admitted.
Well that was an easy fix. Bruce nodded decisively. They could get a sub to cover him for at least a few days. And he knew if he did need to be away, Peter or Dee would absolutely step in. And Pepper. Pep was going to be ecstatic. “You won't be,” he confirmed. As if he could consider letting her go just then.
For his part, Stephen could only nod in agreement. For someone who had spent the better part of his life alone, he knew it could be nerve wracking. “I'm glad you're safe. And well enough, even if it might take a bit.” From the things Klaus had said, it didn't sound like a place he personally wanted to be. “I should get back to the research end of this. You might not be the last victim of whatever that was.” He wasn't much for physical affection but he did offer a warm smile. “Contact me if you need anything, or if you find you're dealing with any weird after effects.”
‘Thank you, Stephen.” May smiled at the man and followed him to the door. She shut it behind him and turned back to Bruce. She immediately flew back into his arms and kissed him passionately. “I was so scared I’d never see you again.”
He was pretty proud of himself for not breaking down and crying, but his eyes definitely did well up as he scooped her back up. Logically, he knew he should let the kids know, and the rest of their family. And Klaus. He'd done so much to help. But for just a moment, he was going to take advantage of finally having his wife back. “You should have known better. We would have fought heaven and hell to get you back.” And if he sounded confident then good, because for a bit there he definitely hadn't been.
“I am a lucky woman,” May said. She rested her forehead against his and just fell silent, enjoying the moment. Finally, she spoke again. “I’ve no idea what they wanted with me. It was so strange, Bruce.”
“It might not have been you, specifically,” he pointed out softly. “It could have been random. Anyone near the TV could have been the one.” And at least he knew his girl was strong enough to handle it. “There's awful things happening all over. Some are just inconvenient but some…” May would have felt the chill that ran through him. He knew how to fight aliens and killer robots. He didn't know how to fight the supernatural.
She ran a hand through his hair. “That bad, huh?” She sighed. “Hopefully it is over soon. Is anyone else missing?”
He shook his head before ducking it slightly to bury his face in that comfortable spot at her neck. “No, not that I've seen. Our grandson has telekinesis, so that's fun. Klaus says there's more ghosts around than usual.””
May raised her eyebrows. “Completely fun,” she teased. She took his hand and led him to the sofa. “Sit with me,” she said. “Let’s just enjoy each other for a few minutes.” She wanted to see the children as soon as possible, but she needed to gather herself some. Maybe take a shower first.
Maybe his grip on her hand was just a bit more firm than usual. He thought maybe, under the circumstances, that might be forgiven. Sitting beside her, he slipped an arm out, pulling her close. “You're really not hurt? Is there anything you need?” It seemed time had passed differently there.
“I’ll be okay,” May reassured her husband. “It was terrifying, but it is over now. I just want to wash up before I see the kids.” She was sure she looked like a mess. She rested her head on his shoulder. “I don’t suppose we can get rid of the television?”
She looked beautiful, but then, he always thought so. From the first time they'd met that first week here in the city, he'd have been foolish to call her anything but gorgeous. “I'm sure we can put them in storage for a while. At least until this is all over.” The kids had their phones and tablets, they'd be fine. “Why don't you get a shower and I'll message the kids and tell them they can come home. Maybe get you some tea ready.” Despite his words, he was in no hurry to actually let her go.
May closed her eyes and just breathed in her husband for a minute. Finally, she nodded and kissed his cheek. “Tell them I can’t wait to see them.” She slowly moved away from his arms and stood up. “I’ll be back before you can miss me.”
“Too late,” he told her, pulling his phone from his pocket. “I already do.” And he immediately started a text to Dee and Peter.