I’m thinking about Phoenix’s camouflage going crazy when stressed or scared, so Aaron can’t see a wound well enough to treat it. Imagine how terrified they’d be.
Yesss!!! They'd be terrified. Stuck in an endless loop of stressed -> camouflage goes crazy -> terrified at Aaron's imagined reaction -> camouflage goes crazier -> etc
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"They're terrified!"
"They're injured. And they won't let us see anything!"
"It looks kind of fucked up. Like an old TV set that can't find a channel."
A throat clears.
"Get out. All of you. We will talk later."
Phoenix flinches at the tightness in Aaron's voice. They're already looking away but they squeeze their eyes shut, preparing for the worst.
"Phoenix, you're not in trouble. I need you to take a deep breath for me."
Phoenix tries. They really do. But all they can manage is a short staccato. They feel a tear drip down their cheek and swipe it away, angry at their own helplessness.
They already know they're a freak. They don't need someone else pointing out how fucked up they are.
"Hey. Hey, easy, Phoenix, it's okay. Where are you hurt? Just show me the area, you don't have to speak. I don't want to hurt you, and I can't see anything right now."
Phoenix swallows and gestures to the back of their left shoulder. There's a large burn where the supervillain tried to stop them escaping with her top-secret information, and although they're used to burns Abbie's never given them one so big, or so deep, and it's excruciating. They've been trying so hard not to move their arm, they desperately don't want to scream.
They're not sure they have enough energy to do so anyway, though.
"Okay. You're doing good. If it's okay with you, I'm going to give you a hug." Phoenix nods, and Aaron wraps an arm around their other shoulder, stroking their hair.
They feel themself relax into it. It's almost immediate, their body crying out for a friendly, non-painful touch. Aaron plays with their hair and they almost forget why they're here.
Almost.
"I don't want to alarm you, but how on earth did you make it here without anyone noticing just how injured you are?"
Phoenix recoils. It's not bad, they've had worse, and of course Aaron has ulterior motives in touching them kindly.
"Woah, hey. Easy. Easy, I need to examine your burn."
His voice is calm, implacable, but it won't be for long. If Phoenix doesn't get themself under control right now he'll start getting angry.
Of course, that doesn't help.
Phoenix wishes they could have the cuffs. They'd stop their stupid fucked-looking uncontrollable camouflage. Even though they shouldn't need help, they shouldn't, they're not a child anymore, but they can't stop anything when they're scared.
They're such a coward.
"Take a deep breath. And another one, that's it. I won't hurt you. We need to debride your injury soon, because there's a high risk of infection, but I'll give you painkillers, we can take breaks, and I'll make sure you're warm and on IV fluids and all the rest of it. Okay? I'm not going to hurt you, you're safe, take a deep breath."
Phoenix has no idea what any of this is, they've never had treatment for burns before, they heal on their own. Debridement sounds serious though, it sounds like it hurts, and if Phoenix doesn't control themself will Aaron just do it anyway, ignoring the fact that he might be hitting unburnt skin under the camouflage?
If their mind was in a better place, they'd realise that that doesn't sound like him, but as it is they can't stop shaking, can't slow their breathing, can't stop their powers from going fucking haywire.
Aaron strokes their hair while doing something or other with his tablet. "It's okay, Phoenix, breathe. Just breathe. Please, relax, and let me see the burn if you can. Drop the camouflage if it's possible. I'm not going to hurt you, you're safe."
He still sounds calm, but Phoenix knows there must be anger or frustration or something hidden behind there and they can't calm down. Aaron is the most patient person they know but even he has to get angry at them eventually. And this... this should be more than enough to cause it.
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ppl who are like “there’s no way sokka’s art skills would improve, he’s ontologically bad at art” ummmm. dude. you realize that this is the mary sue of hobbies, right? this guy could out-westley westley. he would develop an immunity to iocane powder in less than a week because he’s just that prodigious. he became a kyoshi warrior who could best their leader in a matter of hours, and this was the first time he had ever trained in his life with an actual teacher and opponent. he mastered the sword in one day, if we’re to take piandao’s word for it (and considering his name is literally sword, he is clearly an expert). sokka looked at the rough schematics for hot air balloons after the eminent inventor in the world had spent who knows how long not able to get his idea to actually work like “uhhh…. this may sound obvious, but have you tried a lid???” he has borderline supernatural aim with a boomerang. he was dropped into a haiku battle knowing nothing about the form, and not only beat the leader of ba sing se’s premier haiku club, but also chose, completely unnecessarily, to make each verse rhyme. if he actually sat down and practiced drawing, maybe with some instruction from a trained artist, or easier beginner’s materials than ink and a brush (you’ve all seen my art, and I still cannot paint with ink and a brush), I think sokka would easily be able to produce a work on par with (if not superior to) the mona lisa by the following morning.
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Playing Dead AU
Guyyyyyyssss
I just had a random shenanigans idea...
Now hear me out.
You know those murder mystery parties right? The ones where people get together, an actor plays dead, and the groups have to figure out who did it.
Well what if.
Danny takes a summer job as the body/actor of the victim for those parties and actually is commented on being the best 'very lifelike dead body' actor and hey at least his 'medical condition' (halfa) is finally being useful for something (besides you know, fighting ghosts) he can even go hours without moving (or breathing) once he's dead so he doesn't ruin the immersion for party goers.
Anyways, what if he gets a job for a rich people's party, you know something novelty for the wealthy to have fun with, maybe it's the Wayne's hosting a party or maybe someone else and they invite the Wayne's. And the company he works for sends him to Gotham. He gets there, helps set up the clues and the other actors, etc etc.
Then the guests start showing up, Danny acts like the star of the show he is and then the lights cut out, he screams (very realistically), and 'dies' before the lights come back on. As some players come up to inspect his body however he doesn't notice how some take his pulse and actually fully think he's dead.
Point being, Danny is the 'dead' body for the murder mystery, goes to Gotham for a gig, 'dies' and the batfam think they have a legit murder happening.
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