#there's too many muses for me to tag and I'm too lazy to tag em all lol

[erthlyheavn]

Send ➤➖❥ to hit my muse with a Cupid’s arrow. They’ll end up falling head over heels for the next person in their inbox.

@coffeehousemuses said: ➤➖❥ ~Sawyer, Tiana, Angel, Diane, Agent Two, Mayberry, Mey-Rin, Bee-lzabub, Shinobu, Yor, Nessa, Julie, and Mitzi (I am evil)

And the girls have been hit!

....All except for Shinobu. Who quickly spins around and catches the arrow with one hand.

"Oh my! Did you just try to hit me just now? I must say that's very rude. I also must ask that you not attempt that again."

"OR ELSE...."

[milkytheholy1]

Apocalyptic Love: Chapter 30: Going on my own

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Clint had taken you all back to his, quote-on-quote, 'lair' to come up with an actual plan to take down the Purple Dragons. As you followed along like the obedient little dog that you were, you began to question your purpose within the team. Lately you had just felt like a tag-along, someone the close-knitted group were stuck with.

You knew you had potential, you weren't just some random civilian caught up in something they shouldn't have, but no one around you seemed to acknowledge this; well, maybe Casey. Before missions, there would always be a swift look of concern from Raph, a nervous smile from Mikey and a "You don't have to do this" from Leo. It began to tire you, wear down on your shoulders, maybe you couldn't keep up with the others?

No, no that's not true. You've fought those dumb Footbots one-on-one plenty of times, you even outran Tigerclaw and stayed alive to tell the tale. Just because you didn't have years of ninja training didn't mean you couldn't fight like the big boys, besides, Casey was here and you knew for a fact he couldn't use a sai like Raph but the guy sure knew how to throw a mean punch.

Still, you couldn't shrug off this feeling of self-worth and the need to prove yourself to others. You just needed a chance to show them what you could really do.

"-and this is all the crap I've taken from the PD, most of it is useless, can't sell it for rations or anything; so I just store it in these boxes, never to be used." Clint finished, shaking your head you awoke back to the real world. Too far into your own mind to realise you had been stood in Robin Hood's lair, talking about his backstory and what you're assuming he's stolen from the Purple Dragons.

"And how many do you have?" Leo asked, picking up parts of flat metal from the boxes, inspecting it before putting it back amongst the others. Clint shrugged his shoulders, "A couple of 'em, they hide 'em in food deliveries, supply stuff."

"Do you know how many of these things they get a week?" Leo kept the questions rolling. As the group moved on just a few steps further, you stayed behind to inspect the mysterious metal pieces for yourself. Now you were no blacksmith, no inventor, but your dad did have a fascination with this sorta stuff. He used to make some of the coolest little things you had ever seen, he'd bend, welt, and whack metal into all sorts of shapes to make something beautiful.

With what little you knew from the years of watching him, you began to see a running pattern with what boxes were there; all full to the brim with nuts, bolts, screws, sheet metal and even just scarps.

"-I'm still not certain, sometimes I'll swoop by and there won't be any, other days their whole warehouse is full of 'em. They're building something."

"Wow, that PHD didn't go to waste, huh Doc?" Raph mused, in his usual stance of arms crossed over his chest and a sassy lean. Clint growled under his breath, "I'm a scientist, not a mechanic. I don't build this stuff, I do tests, I make notes-"

"Oooh, so you're the borin' doc then." Raph concluded, fist-bumping a giggling Mikey. Clint stepped forwards to Raph, poking a finger against his chest, "Listen here pal, just because you're some ninja turtle thing doesn't mean you can boss me around. For God's sake, I spent years in education, years of my life spent working for the sake of my craft. You have no reason to degrade my work or me."

Raph slapped his finger away from him in a lazy swipe, "Now you listen here, pal. We already had a smart guy on the team and we don't need another one, ya don't even come close to his leagues."

"If he's so great then where is he now?" Clint sassed, hands braced on his hips. Steam came from Raph's head, his skin quickly turning a similar colour to his mask, "He's dead, those bastard Foot killed him. And if you think for one sleazy second that you can come in here and replace hi-"

"Raphael!" Leo called out, it felt like you'd never heard his full name before with the way Leo ordered it out. Stern eyes boring into his brother's head, "Don't bring Donnie into this, we're here to help not start pointless fights. Got it?"

"Fine by me," Raph gruffed out, slamming his shoulder against Clint's as he stomped by; the movement sending Clint back a few steps. You and Mikey stood still, the air still tense, "Wow," you breathed out, Mikey aggressively nodding beside you.

The room had fallen into an awkward silence, this allowed you to ask some questions of your own, "So this metal? Have you done any tests on it at all, y'know cause your a science guy and all that?"

Clint shook his head, face pinched into a pout, "Of course I did tests on it, all I could find was some basic elements found in most commonly used metals. Though, there did seem to be a certain amount of strength."

"Strength?"

"Hmm, like resistance to bullets, dents, it could hold a large capacity of weights. Whoever wants this metal must be planning on doing something with strength and durability in mind."

"Have you found anything else besides just metal?"

"I didn't grab them but I do remember seeing some computer chips and some tempered motherboards and the occasional circuit board."

"Hmm, do you think the Foot have the power and knowledge to build something...robotical?"

"(Y/N), where are you going with this?" Leo butted in, but you quickly shushed him, you were on a role. Clint looked stunned for a moment but soon caught on, great minds really did think alike, "Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"

"What're you suggesting, man? Is it a waffle iron? Ugh, I haven't had waffles in years! Do you still think they taste the same?" Mikey moaned out, already drooling from the corner of his mouth. You gave him an idle laugh, turning back to give the metal a longing stare.

This was it, this was your chance to prove yourself, show you were capable of the same things the brothers did. You just needed to do a little more research of your own, contact a few people, sneak into a few places; but you knew you could do it. With a small smile, you addressed the others in the room, "I gotta go somewhere, I'll be back soon."

Leo shook his head, eyes wide, "What do you mean you're going somewhere? You're not going anywhere, we stay as a team."

"Look, I'll be a few days, maybe a week tops. I just gotta do something." You turned towards the exit, marching to the doors with a plan already forming in your mind. Leo's three-fingered hand outstretched to yours, grabbing you by the wrist, "I said you're not going anywhere. If you have an idea, tell us."

"Leo, I gotta do this on my own."

"Why? We've already lost one member of our family and I'm afraid if you leave us we'll lose another."

"Don't you think I'm capable of holding my own? That I can survive out there?"

"Wha- of course I do! But it doesn't mean I don't think you'll get hurt, (Y/N), I care about y-"

"Listen, Leo, I survived two years without you guys and I'll survive a week."

"Just think about this, think about what you're doing?"

"I am thinking, Leo, and this is the right decision."

"I don't think it is."

You stared into the deep blues of his eyes, wavering with worry and guilt. You looked away, scared you'd fall into his embrace at the drop of a hat. With a shuddery breath, you pulled your arm from his grip, cradling your wrist in an attempt to keep his warmth, "It's not your decision to make."

"I'm the leader, you can't leave." Leo mumbled out to you, your back facing him as you walked into the moonlight. You didn't turn back only hearing him go on more, "As your leader, I command you to stay."

That's when you turned back, faced him with a glare and a snarl, "You're not my leader and you never were." With that you waltzed into the night air, leaving the turtle behind to pursue your own interests. You'd see him soon, you'd see all of them soon and you couldn't wait for them to get a load of the new you.