Summary: M-21's wing gets injured during a fight.
Putting this into its own separate post since I've added to it. And I think I'll keep the original fic in the collection post so it doesn't mess with reviews, haha.
Deny
By Dark Ice Dragon
"I'm f-"
"You are not fine," Takeo cut in, giving M-21 a sharp look.
"Are we really gonna have to give it a tug to prove it?" Tao said, hovering by M-21's other side.
M-21 growled, his ears flattening for a second before he could control them. "I'll heal." He always did.
"Seriously, M," Tao said, hand reaching over. "I'll tug! You'll yelp!"
"Won't." M-21 batted Tao's hand away, gritting his teeth at the wave of pain that washed over him as he moved.
Tao shot him a dry look. "I could put a piece of paper next to your face and you'd be paler."
"We don't know if wings heal the same as our physical bodies," Takeo reminded him and fuck.
"It should."
Tao leaned in, making sure to keep his distance from M-21's wing, almost ripped out from the base. There wasn't any blood, but that didn't mean it didn't feel like someone had shoved in a block of firey metal inside his body and kept it there. "Mmhm, and the last time they were injured was...?"
"...Years ago." Non-modified humans couldn't see the wings and those were who he and M-24 had mostly been in contact after the agent training. His wings had healed, but he'd lost consciousness so for all he knew it was the scientists who'd fixed him up.
"Fuck," he hissed, his undamaged wing trembling. "Fine." He'd taken a bad hit and everything fucking hurt.
There was an explosion in the distance, inky black with purple lighting crashing through the sky.
"Iii think Boss found them, heh," Tao said, watching it.
"Good," M-21 grumbled. He was cradled in their arms just before he lost consciousness.
Written for polyshipprompts' 'Imagine Person A injuring their wing, and Person B and C (and D or whoever else) fussing over their injury. Person A makes it seem like it isn't a big deal, trying to be tough, but in reality, they're in excruciating pain.'