My sleepy butt has came back with a vague idea—
A hero with detachable body parts but everyone thought they can phase objects sometimes and people only found out because of a funny incident-
This make no sense to me so, I’m sorry if it’s kind of weird ovo;;
Need A Hand?
A/N: Ahh sorry for the wait! I’m working a on a huge WIP rn and am on a tight deadline…that I literally gave myself😅 But I also need to think about this one for a minute and I *think* I’ve got it😉
Warnings: Injury, reference to past physical assault, reference to past violence, medical scenario, zero editing because I’m exhausted
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Hero scanned the darkened alley. They knew someone was back there. Even if it weren’t for their advanced hearing in their dominant ear—which was mostly machine now if they were being honest—they’d seen someone stumble into the alley.
As quietly as they could muster, they edged closer to the dead-end of the alley. Of all the alleys in this area, this alley was the worst one to choose no matter who you were. Civilian, hero, villain, or something in-between, it didn’t quite matter when the alley came to an end and whatever was after you had you trapped.
“Her—” A wheezy breath called out to them. Hero’s eyes fell to the figure crumpled against the harsh brick wall of the alley. Clutching their side, Vigilante hacked a cough.
Hero’s brow raised. Vigilante didn’t typically get hurt, and if they did, it wasn’t nearly this bad. “What happened to you?”
Vigilante flashed them a pained grin. It disappeared nearly as soon as it had come, consumed by a groan as Vigilante shifted, hauling themselves to their feet. “Went toe-to-toe with Villain. They’ve made some upgrades during their disappearance.”
“‘Updates?’” Hero repeated. Updates was a term people, actual humans without a scrap of machinery in them, used to describe when cyborgs underwent a transformation…or when a human became a cyborg. “You’re positive?”
“My cracked ribs certainly are,” Vigilante hissed, leaning against the brick wall and tilting their head back.
Hero analyzed them from head to toe, their mechanical eye switching between normal vision and a medical examination lens. This lens had the ability to see the body’s pain receptors and diagnose patients. And for once, Vigilante wasn’t exaggerating. Their ribs really were broken.
“Looks like you need a hand,” Hero mumbled, not really looking for a response. They weren’t going to let Vigilante object to their help. That’s how people ended up dead, and if Vigilante died…The city was already overwhelmed by criminals. Anyone working on the side of justice was needed. No single hero or lawful good vigilante was expendable.
Vigilante hummed their acceptance, pursing their lips.
Reaching behind themselves with their hand, Hero wrapped their fingers around their mechanical hand attachment and quickly swapped it with their current cannon attachment. Vigilante’s eyebrows raised.
“Didn’t realize,” they muttered.
“What?” Hero tilted their head. Their eye flicked lenses again, returning their dominant eye to their normal vision. “That I’m a cyborg too?”
“You look so human,” Vigilante explained, “thought you could phase things…”
Hero nodded. “I had a good Surgeon after the accident.”
The disaster wasn’t a secret, but Hero’s predicament was. Hardly anyone knew or realized they’d been caught under the debris. They never intended for it to be a secret, but it certainly was easier. It was easier to go about their life, both personally and in their profession as a hero, if people didn’t know how close they’d come to dying that day.
For one, it kept their vulnerabilities from being common knowledge so their adversaries couldn’t exploit them. And it kept that flash of pity from shining in people’s eyes when they learned.
“Accident?” Vigilante grunted as Hero shifted the morally ambiguous hero to lean against them.
Hero grimaced. “It’s a long a story.”
“I’ve got time,” Vigilante flashed a crooked grin, clasping their hand to their side as if they could heal their cracked ribs. “Please tell me I don’t have to walk far.”
“Just around the corner,” Hero said. They crouched down, putting their shoulder under Vigilante’s arm and getting a better hold on them to help guide them to toward their car. “And as far as story time goes, I’m not a librarian.”
“Or a doctor,” Vigilante half-groaned, “your bedside manner sucks.”
“We’re not by a bed, so it’s not required.”
“If only Medic had found me,” Vigilante said wistfully, “they’re so much nicer.”
“Well I’m glad you like them cause that’s who I’m taking you to.” Hero helped Vigilante shuffle the last few steps to their parked car and reached for the passenger door. Opening it and helping Vigilante sit down, they added, “I’m not putting up with you. You’re a horrible patient.”
Hero shut the door before they could respond. Walking around the front of the car, they unstrapped their spare attachment bracket and wrenched the car door open. The metal bracket clatter as their spare arms shifted in the special racks Fabricator had made for them to keep their spare parts organized and within easy reach during their patrols. Passing that over the center console and into the backseat as they sat, Hero turned the ignition over.
Vigilante rolled their eyes. “Next time you have your ribs kicked in, I’ll remember this.”
Hero knocked on their chest. The metal plate there thunked against their metal knuckled. Pulling away from the curb, they smirked, “That ain’t gonna happen. My torso’s mostly metal too.”
Vigilante looked at them quickly, but Hero paid them no mind as they kept their eyes on the road. The click of the blinker filled the quiet of the car. Neither said another word, and Hero was perfectly okay with that. They didn’t want to expose what had happened to them anymore than they already had. They weren’t ashamed of it, but they certainly didn’t want word to spread of their potential vulnerabilities. The last thing they’d want was for their adversaries to learn of them and exploit them.
The empty streets were easy to navigate, and Hero was grateful for it as it made the ride across town fly by. Pulling into a seemingly abandoned warehouse lot, Hero parked right beside the side entrance.
“Well, here’s your stop, tips are welcome,” they joked.
“Worst RideShare ever,” Vigilante whined, unbuckling their seatbelt and struggling to open their door. “You didn’t even turn on the radio.”
Hero laughed, hurrying to help them out of the car and into the building. “And miss out on all that bonding time with the city’s favorite masked-crusader? Not a chance.”
Vigilante huffed, immediately wincing. “Didn’t know you cared so much.”
“Okay, which of you two troublemakers did what this time?” Medic’s voice bounced through the starkly-lit hallway of their facility.
“Vigilante get their ass handed to them by Villain.”
“I didn’t say that!”
Medic rolled their eyes. Turning on their heel, they motioned for them to follow as they lead the way to their examination room. “Bring them in.”
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