15912/Lucky Bunny's Foot

Lucky Bunny's Foot
Date of Scene:	22 September 2023
Location:	Bunny's Burrow
Synopsis:	The Night Bunny Came home, and the morning after. Mark plays nursemaid, Beeper helps.
Cast of Characters:	Bunny Macleod, Mark Grayson

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Bunny Macleod has posed:
    Bunny had given a wave when she was dropped off by someone's parents. It was a weird sensation, having small talk with the leader of your team's parent. It was a weird occasion. Nothing made sense that night.

    She was wearing a pair of borrowed sandals that were several sizes too big. Blood was spattered across her yellow T-shirt and pink skirt. Some of it was hers. Her skates were tethered by their laces -- something she NEVER has done to her skates -- and she slowly pushes in the code for the door... once... twice... third time is the charm --

    BZZT.

    And she leans her head against the cold brick of the building and punches it in one last time, which opens it, before the freckled teen slowly makes her way down the stairs to the basement apartment, as her nose begins to bleed again.

    She smells of singed hair and electrical fire.

Mark Grayson has posed:
When Bunny left him a note that she was going out, Mark decided to take advantage of the situation. He had tided up the place and while he can't cook, had ordered a nice Italian meal of spaghetti and meatballs, salad and garlic bread.

He had already fed Beeper a salad and taken care of that and it was just going to be a perfectly romantic dinner. The sound of lo-fi romantic music and the smell of garlic and marinara wafts heavily when Bunny opens the door.

'BZZT!'

"Hey, Bun! Showed myself in so we could...." Mark comes around the corner, an apron around him as he finds himself staring at Bunny. He's immediately assessing her situation, notching the injuries. The rag he hand in his hand is carried forward to Bunny.

Tilting her head back, he presses the rag against it. "Keep pressure on it." he says, guiding her inside to the couch where they can sit. Concentrate on the immediate now, ask about how it happened later.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    It would smell amazing if all she smelled wasn't her own blood.

    Bunny stands a moment in ripped clothes, looking up at Mark, and she opens her mouth a moment before he presses the rag to her nose. He might notice bumps and bruises. She was in a fight.

    It wasn't a good fight.

    "Th...they attacked the Young Avengers HQ. Wiccan accidentally summoned Juggernaught. Red Arrow got hurt with some sticky goop on her hands and I kept trying to guard Wiccan. They were after Wiccan." she whispers, crashing hard from the adreniline drop. Her skates fall to the floor with a thud as she squeezes her eyes shut.

    "I"m sorry, I'm so sorry, you prepared dinner and I... I'm a mess."

Mark Grayson has posed:
She's filling him in, and once he has her seated, Mark moves away, only for a few. She can hear him cracking ice trays...

By cracking -- it breaks in half in his hands.

Once he has the ice in a rag in a ziploc, he brings it around and sits down next to her and offers it up.

He takes in what she says, lips pulled into a thin line. "Don't apologize, nothing to do that for. It's just as good cold or reheated." he promises, his hand rising to caress her back, to let her know that he's there. "Is Wiccan okay? The others..."

"Are you okay?"

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    She's filling him in, and Beeper has managed to wrestle his way out of the kiddie pool of his bed and strawbales and is stomping immediately over and 'geep'-ping in a most worried fashion, his club tail amost hits Mark's legs!

    "They're OK. We... they had these things. Would attach to any metal and just -- bzzt. Shock us." Which explains the bleeding. She accepts the ice pack and holds it up to her head where her ear was bleeding, and she just leans against Mark, her breathing getting irregular as she pitches a soft sob.

Mark Grayson has posed:
"It's okay, Beeper, she's safe, she's safe..." Mark comments as he listens. When she leans against him, he moves so that she can lay her head down in his lap. "So they had planned this attack for any of you that would have been there." he murmurs.

He's not blaming himself for not going with her. At least not outloud. "I need to get the first aid kit. Are you going to be okay for a moment while I go get it?" he asks her quietly, fully concerned.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "I'm okay. Not the worse I've come home with. Wiccan got a concussion and kissed The Juggernaut. Red Arrow's got goop on her drawing hand. I just got minorly electrocuted and it really hurt." she whines a bit t the end of that statement.

    "... but yeah. It... seems like it was a planned attack. Just one moment we were chillin' and eating pizza and the next it was a fight for our lives."

Mark Grayson has posed:
"No, you came home with me." Mark comments. Clearly that's the worst she's come home with. His fingers gently feathers into her hair. He doesn't move, instead just caressing her and letting her know he's there with her now.

"Any idea of who did it? They targetted Wiccan specifically? Or was it targetted at the group?" He continues his touch, caress and reassure.

She had done the same for him not long ago.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "Psh. That one time. Back in your dorm room." Bunny mumbles, and she just signs. "I dunno. It seemed like they were targeting Wiccan. I don't know... I don't know and that bothers me. Fighting against Carnage was one thing, bu tthey showed up in the middle of the headquarters. I used to sleep there. They could turn up anywhere and I dunno if I can sleep okay knowing that they could just show up and shoot us with magnet balls and dope syringes."

Mark Grayson has posed:
She can feel him slightly tensing beneath her. "I'll help you figure it out." Mark says quietly to her. And the chance of him leaving her here alone tonight is nil. "I can understand that..." he admits quietly. "You're not alone, though. Not as long as you want me here."

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "Always want you here." Bunny mutters. "You and your sexy, sexy abbbbbbs." she gives a huff of breath against him, and then he might be able to feel her wince as she tries to laugh.

    "I mentioned it and now there is nothing that'll stop you from tracking them down huh?"

Mark Grayson has posed:
"Am I that petty, Bunny?" Mark asks in some amusement. "And I'm not going anywhere. Not right now. Not tonight. You're just gonna have to use me for a pillow." Another stroke on her hair to reassure her.

"Not enough information to track anyone down. But. This is also a Young Avengers problem. And I don't want to stick in my nose and get you in trouble. I'll be here when you need me." he explains. "But I don't want to hurt your team dynamic."

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "Mmmhmm. You're that pretty. So pretty. Pretty and witty and bright." Bunny might have creatively misheard him as she moves her ice pack around.

    "I'll talk to Wiccan. I'm sure he'll welcome help. If he hadn't accidentallied Juggernaut..." she trails off, but doesn't finish the sentence.

    "I hurt all over."

Mark Grayson has posed:
"Let's get you cleaned up, into some night clothes and some medicine and I'll be here." Mark promises her, not bothering to correct her on her song. It was a little adorable.

"I trust you with who I am, both in and out of the mask, so if you feel you trust Wiccan with me..." he reassures quietly. "If you need to explain all that, between how you know me and that I'm your boyfriend."

"I love you enough to trust you." he leans down, pushing her hair back to kiss her temple.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "Yess... post-fight jammies." Bunny replies quietly. "I knew you outside the mask first. Some dork who sped over to stop a girl from hitting a concrete barrier. An' you treated me like an equal from the instant we met. You didn't treat me like a little kid because of my height, or a monster 'cause of my powers." she smiles, tilting her head a little so that he can kiss her temple.

    "I am so... so damn lucky."

Mark Grayson has posed:
"You were never anything other than a girl I wanted to know more about from the moment we met, even if I assumed we'd only ever be friends since you were taken." Mark teases her lightly. "But I'm glad that changed and still remained... okay." He's glad to have Gabby as a friend, at least.

"If anything, I was the lucky one, in the right place and at the right time to have a bubbly, young, beautiful woman who only sparkles more when she shares her talent for music and powers with the world."

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "Uuuuugggggh Maaaaaaaaaaark so sappy." Bunny gives a small laugh, moving around to try and find a comfortable position to lay in as she kicks the borrowed sandals off. One of her pink and yellow socks is missing. Her jaw pops as she yawns, and she just lays back, head in Mark's lap as she looks up at him.

    "New rule. Only one of us is allowed to come home super injured in a night. You get exceptions because you freaking... regrow teeth like a shark."

Mark Grayson has posed:
"What if we're on a mission together?" Marks asks her, shifting to lean back so that Bunny has more to work with. He knows she'll probably fall asleep before she cleans up, but that's fine. He'll deal with it later.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "Well then we just watch each other's back so neither of us get hurt and go out for Thai afterwards." Bunny haws again, curling herself against Mark.

    "Thank you." she whispers out loud. Beeper makes a nest for himself behind his knees, his little head settled on the crook of one knee as Bunny begins to doze off, safe with mark there to watch over her.

Mark Grayson has posed:
"That was the problem. I got Italian instead of Thai." Mark comments quietly, feeling her curling up on him. He doesn't move, continuing to caress and protect her until she's fast asleep.

And once she's settled in, he makes sure to tuck her in, before settling next to her, an arm around her to protect her from the world. He won't leave her tonight.

Mark Grayson has posed:
Mark was up much of the night, keeping a watch on Bunny as she slept. He had not gotten much information on the attack that injured her. But he cannot go chasing after that. She needs his attention and he's willing to give it.

However, as morning started to come, Mark had finally started to dose off. He settled against the back of the couch, Bunny still resting on his lap. But his head is bent down and much like her, he has gone asleep. His feet are propped on Beeper, who also has gone to rest. Mark's hand rests on her side, his other hand loosely at his side.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    Bunny had quietly slept through the night. The ice pack has melted to lukewarm water by now. The swelling from the blows has gone down with the power of over-the-counter pharmecuticals, and the bleeding's subsided entirely from being electrocuted and beat up on.

    She gave exactly as good as she got, though. Beeper was quietly allowing himself to be a foot rest (with a cushion set up so that poor Mark didn't get a spike to the feet), and the anky's head was on Bunny's knee. It was a quiet scene, until Bunny with all the grace of a duck with three wooden legs coughs with a dry throat and goes to roll -- and ends up rolling off the couch and onto Beeper, who gives a 'geep!' of alarm followed by the THUD of a club tail to the thin carpet covered floor to alert all members of the household that SOMETHING HAPPENED.

    The water bag thankfully doesn't spill open, but Bunny looks mildly disorientated.

Mark Grayson has posed:
When the great Bunny collapse happens, Mark is startled. "Wha--!?" he manages as he stretches, bones popping with coming awake as he's immediately alert, completely done so by the Beeper alert system as he his eyes open.

"Bun?" he manages, voice dry from finally getting some sleep and moves, quickly finding her on the floor. Policing up the water bag to set it to the side. "Sorry, should have moved you last night..." he manages, realizing it's probably his fault she's on the floor. He scoots towards the floor, angling his arms up to easily lift Bunny up like a princess and set her back on the couch.

"Let me know if you need anything. I was going to go out in a few and get us a bite for breakfast." Though he may call in Uber eats at this rate. "How're you feeling, love?"

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "Hwhat-- wha..." Bunny blinks herself to wakefulness, and then looks up at Mark as he scoops her up. She gives a small laugh, and waves it off "Hey, hey, nah, best alarm clock ever." she murmurs thickly, and gives another dry couch before she grabsup the rag from her nose and sneezes hard.

    Eeew.

    She's set back on the couch, and she gives a small laugh to Mark. Beeper waddles his way over and manages to rear back enough to get his front half up on a cushion, followed by his back half.

    "I feel like I got hit with a truck." she replies, and tilts her head back "I'll be fine, Mark -- not the worst injuries I've ever had." she gives a small smile, and then at herbloodied, ripped up clothes "... though this is a good opportunity to maybe agree to see your tailor or ask for armor from the YA."

Mark Grayson has posed:
"You know, I'm the one that's supposed to come home looking like this. I'm all for equal rights..." Mark leans down and kisses her cheek before handing her a block of Kleenex. Giving Beeper a pat as he gets to his feet, "When you're feeling up to it, we can make a trip." he promises.

"For now, you need to clean up and get in something more comfortable. You gonna be alright for a few minutes in the shower while I run to get you some food? And for myself as well. I'm peckish." he admits.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "What about all the Italian from last night?" Bunny's eyes squint a moment, and she pushes herself up and off the couch. She tests her balance.

    "I should be okay in the shower. Today is a Bunjama day. I'm calling it." she confirms, and she makes her way to the laundry baskets piled on top of the short beareau to dig out comfy pants.

    "And you didn't eat? Mark, even I have a huge calorie need, I can't imagine what *yours* is like... benching tanks... flying around. Flying seems like it should take up so much calories." Bunny murmurs quietly as she pulls a shirt from the basket, looks at it, smells it -- and sneezes again.

    "uuuuuuuuuughhhhhhhh."

Mark Grayson has posed:
Oh yeah! The leftovers!

"Spaghetti sandwiches it is." Mark comments as he watches her, to make sure she remains upright. Going over to the fridge to start to pull out the foil pans out.

As he sets down the tray of meatballs and sauce, he smirks at Bunny's sneeze. "Laundry day, huh?" he asks. "Good news for you, I planned to spend the night last night and had packed a night shirt." Not that he had planned on using it, but.

Going over to his duffle, he opens it and pulls out an oversized shirt with a mugshot of Godzilla on it.

An underhanded toss to her and he amends the list. "Breakfast, laundry, then a trip home for you to get fitted for a new costume." he agrees. "And I'll come with you to YA to discuss your armor. If they summoned Juggernaut, I could have helped."

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "I don't think that's who Wiccan had in mind. The Juggernaut is a friend of Gabby's."

    Bun gives a flat expression "She knows pretty much eeeveryone."

    And she catches the shirt, and gives a soft 'gleeeeee' sound. There's a brief interlude of 'oh, no, there goes Tokyo go go Godzilla!'

    "I basically had to pipe up and say I was Gab's ex for him to be on our side. He just assumed Wiccan and Red Arrow were also friends of Gabby's... which I think Red Arrow is, but I don't know about Wiccan? Although Wiccan is Speed's brother and Gabby and I both dated Speed so... uh..." she trails off. "Superhero relationships are *WEIRD*." she decides out loud. "Except ours."

    And she gives a small smile as she looks over to Mark. "He accepts payment plans, right?" she jokes.

Mark Grayson has posed:
"Dad bought in bulk from him. I'm sure he's got something. Otherwise, I'd always be in debt." Bunny hasn't seen Mark in his 'shredded uniform every week' phase, yet.

And when Bunny goes into relationships, he laughs a little. She knows so much more on that front than he does. And he has come to trust her.

The bread is put in the oven to warm it up and toast it a little. "Never heard of Wiccan and Red Arrow. Only know of Juggernaut through the news. Was just... if they heed a heavy hitter..." A pause. "Nevermind, it's okay." he manages.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "I didn't have time to call you, otherwise, I would have." Bunny states as she ducks into the bathroom, but leaves the door open for conversational purposes.

    The sound of water and the rattle of the shower curtain announces that she is cleaning up.

    "Bet your dad set you up with a Uniform Trust." she calls out.

Mark Grayson has posed:
There's a shake of his head that Bunny can't seen. "Not that, Bun!" he calls out to her. "...I know we're not attached at the hip. And we can't do missions together all the time. I mean, I went to New Krypton." And brought her back some dirt.

"And I'm not worried about you coming back hurt. It's going to happen. It's part of the complexion." He pauses and leans against the wall, "You've been through this, I'm sure. You've seen Tommy and Gabby when they were hurt, even if Gabby can heal really fast. You've seen me hurt and healed. This is the first time I've seen you /really/ hurt."

"And I'm digesting it, but not going anywhere, I promise."

Bunny Macleod has posed:
     IT WAS SUPER COOL DIRT and she attached a magnet to it, and it's on her fridge with a sticky note that says 'NEW KRYPTON DIRT!' ->

    "I almost never see Gabby hurt. She heals on the spot. There was one time, in Gotham, my ankle got snapped. Like, 'will never skate again' snapped. My dad wouldn't spring for the surgery, I would have been on crutches the rest of my life." Bunny explains over the sound of rushing water. "I would have been just 'house marm' for my younger siblings and older siblings forever. But I saw someone about it. They fixed it."

    "Tommy also healed much faster than normal people, but he hated superhero life. He was much happier running deliveries for Door Dash and Shopify, y'know?" she states. "I hope he's doing okay."

    "But it's like... what Spider-Man said. One wrong move, and I'm down for the count -- if not down for the career."

Mark Grayson has posed:
"Isn't that the whole point of relationships?" Mark asks with a thought to it. "Yeah, we have these powers and all, but damned, it's nice to just come home. See you. Eat dinner, talk about our days and spend all of our time together." he admits. "And adventure together as well."

"Hopefully, we have a very long and great career together." Mark chuckles.

"I'm trying to be a little inspiring and it turns out that I'm not terribly great at this." he admits as he reaches down to pull the bread out, not bothering with an oven mitt, he pulls the bread and sets it on the stove to cool.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "Your /butt's/ inspiring." Bunny calls out from the shower with a playful lilt in her voice.

    The water turns off, and there's the rustle of cloth.

    "It is really nice to come home, talk about our days. Spend time together, and just... just be. No expectations. Like the world outside ends at the door and inside it's just us. There's no pressure to be perfect and hit every note. Or every bad guy. There's no pressure to perform feats of agility and prove I'm worth being a member of the team." Bunny gives a small smile. Makeup all washed away. Blood gone, bruises showing but on the way to mending, her hair pulled back into a low ponytail, and she slips out wearing Mark's Godzilla shirt and a pair of soft pajama pants with lavender bunnies hopping all over them. She's got a motif.

    "You *are* great at being comforting." she smiles as she leans against the doorway, watching him in the kitchen. "And I couldn't ask for a better partner."

Mark Grayson has posed:
"I can be me with you. None of my father's expectations, nor my mom's thoughts, as supportive as she is... and I don't have to live up to a name I probably should have thought twice about when I took it." he admits.

But then she's out of the shower. Completely natural. T-shirt, pyjama pants and no makeup.

And to him, she's as stunning as any runway model would ever be. "My gremlin." he says with a smile playing on the corner of his lips. "Breakfast is ready, can imagine you're famished. And after that, well... maybe just a day inside would be nice." Another glance over her as he moves to the fridge to pull out a plastic half-gallon of the restaurant's signature Mint tea.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "I've gone from a bunny to a gremlin now?!" Bunny protests, and she looks playfully Aghast!

    She reaches up to a cabinet and removes two colorful, mismatched plastic tumblers for their drink, and goes to set them on the table.

    "Ugh, am I ever. I crammed ONE slice of pizza into my mouth while they were attacking." Bunny replies and sits down in the chair with a soft huff of breath.

Mark Grayson has posed:
Mark chuckles, bringing over the drink and food as he sets down the pan and the bread. "You're the one that started off telling me you're a gremlin." he teases her and presses an affectionate kiss to her cheek. "I'm sorry your gathering got ruined." he offers quietly as he sets down the plates and plasticware. "I had candles and everything last night." he teases.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "You mean to tell me these guys made me miss not only an open buffet meant for a super heroic stomach and appitite, but *also* romantic candlelit Italian dinner with my boyfriend?" Bunny pouts.

    "I'm going to have to just defeat them all. Roller Skates directly to the crotches."

Mark Grayson has posed:
"We have dinners together all the time. Just wanted to do something special last night when I could surprise you. Instead, we're having it for breakfast and it is just as good." Mark points out as he starts with the garlic bread to make himself a small sub.

"What's your plans for Halloween?" he asks. It is the next major holiday coming up. At least until the discussion about their first true holidays together.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "They're special because they're with you." Bunny states, and she picks up some of the garlic bread. She takes the heel piece, and hollows it out to fill it with spaghetti and meatballs.

    "Ah... I dunno. Usualy it'd be taking my younger siblings around trick-or-treating... but they're old enough to go on their own. Might just stay here and fling candy at people who show up?" she questions thoughtfully.

    "What're your plans?

Mark Grayson has posed:
"My parents have the passing out candy on lockdown. My mom sees it as this huge chance to advertise, so the kids get this little bag of candy, parents get business cards." Mark chuckles, between bites, he brings a socked foot up to brush against Bunny's calf affectionately.

"If we don't make plans with the others, maybe we can just stay in and watch scary movies and try not to be the first couple to die because we couldn't resist seperating from everyone else to go make out."

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    Bunny gives a small smile at the feeling against her calf, her blue eyes turning to Mark's as she gives a small smile.

    "Sounds like fun. Though honestly I feel bad for any bad guy who tries to sneak up on us to get us scared on Halloween." she jokes, taking a bite of a spaghetti and meatball sandwich.

    "Beeper'll kneecap them."

Mark Grayson has posed:
"Damn right, we have a monster in the house." Mark agrees eagerly and then his eyes meet hers and he smiles, his cheeks pink for a moment as he finishes off his bit of sub.

"I thought about maybe visiting a haunted house or something? Do you like things like that?"

Then he adds, "Maybe a fair? I mean, I can fly higher than a ferris wheel, but I'm not sure if I can knock over those milk cans to win you a stuffed animal."

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "I've never been to one. I suggested one last year, but Gabby kinda works with a group that handles supernatural stuff. She didn't seem super keen. And October's a busy time." she replies as she leans back thoughtfully. "It would be kinda funny to have to princess carry you out of the haunt."

Mark Grayson has posed:
"Then maybe we could do one this year." Mark starts to suggest, and then his brow goes up high at her other comment. And he smirks, flicking an unsauced noodle at her.

"Only princess carrying around here will be me carrying you to our bed to..." And he stops himself. Hasn't quite gotten that comfortable yet.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "Lay me down for a nap after I fall outta the bed for being electrocuted by the misfits from the off-broadway Blue Man Group?" Bunny questions with a wry smile, plucking up the unsaucy noodle and giving it a toss to Beeper, who has wandered over for breakfast.

    "C'moooon you've carried me princess-style flying!

Mark Grayson has posed:
"It was either that or you koala to my back! Thought you'd be more comfortable." Mark grins as he nods. "I don't mind carrying you around. I never will, actually." he admits before spearing a meatball to have it by itself.

"And I really really work on my flirting with you."

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "You flirt just fine!" Bunny protests with a laugh. "Who needs to flirt when you've got a man willing to bring home an entire Italian restaurant with candles for your evening?" Bunny grins, her little buck teeth showing.

    "Seriously... you do just fine, Mark."

Mark Grayson has posed:
Mark laughs a little. And he takes a breath before he concentrates on his tea and uses it to buy him some time. "It's gonna be a work in progress. But I appreciate the encouragement.

He takes a few more of the cold noodles, offering them to Beeper in a little bowl.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    BEEPER HAS RECEIVED NOODLES. BEEPER IS NOODLEFIED! He happily eatts the cold noodles, giving happy sounds.

    "We're all works in progress. As long as we're alive." the mutant across from him gives a little smile. "As long as the goal is to Be Happy."

Mark Grayson has posed:
"And being with you makes me happy. So, that's a goal we both get to work on and be awesome at." Mark responds, as he gathers up his trash to toss it away and clean off his plate. "Do we need to get you anything? Medicine?"

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "Just tylenol and ibroprofen?" Bunny states quietly as she gives a soft hum.

    "Legit though, I've gotten way worse injuries rollerskating. Once smashed up my entire left side, I was black and blue for weeks."

Mark Grayson has posed:
"I won't worry so much then." Mark offers as he heads to find the medicine that she requested. He had taken it out last night, before returning with the bottles and settling them on the table and retakes his seat.

He doesn't add much, just making sure that she's getting taken care of and will be right as rain, soon.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    Bunny knows she's being taken care of. A shower, clean clothes, and the oldest protection charm in the books -- your lover's mantle (or in this cae, a Godzilla shirt), and she's already half way there.

    "You'll worry anyway, you'll just try to hide it. You're kind... you've got a Good Heart. And that's exactly why I love you."

Mark Grayson has posed:
And she invited him into her home. You know it's a vested charm at that point.

"I love you too." Mark responds, standing up and brushing a hand across her shoulder. "I'm going to take the shower I missed out on last night, then maybe we can put on some music and cuddle for a few?"

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    ... but it's not a vest, it's a T-shirt?!

    And Bunny grins, and tilts her head up to kiss Mark's jaw "Go get you shower. I'll be here, vibin' and waiting for the meds to work."