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My mostly deadly weapon!

[Peter's seated on a bed in the Avengers Infirmary. He's shirtless, bandages wrapped tightly around his left shoulder. He's looking a little paler than normal but otherwise alright.]

I'm fine. Just sitting here in my underwear.

Sounds safe enough to me.

[He slips into the room, closing the door behind him and taking a few steps forward. Seeing Peter in bandages and appearing slightly discolored makes Kurt frown, although the fact that he seems to be his usually comical self makes him relax a bit.]

I brought the things you asked for! [His left arm shifts, swinging the two bags around so he can reach in and remove the pants (plain black sweats were all he could find) and phone charger from one. He sets those on the edge of the bed then reaches into the second bag to pull out a pint of chocolate ice cream, a wide grin replacing his earlier scowl.]

[Lowering his phone, Peter sets it on the table next to his bed and offers a wave to Kurt with the arm not still connected to an IV.]

Kurt to the rescue. [He gestures for Kurt to come closer the holds his hands out for the ice cream.] I owe ya one.

[Kurt moves closer when Peter motions for him to do so, placing the container into his hand then reaching back into the bag to grab the spoon to offer out also.] At times, I live up to my 'hero' status!

[He quickly shakes his head at Peter's second comment and balls both plastic bags up in his hands to eventually dispose of.] I'm not too worried about it. You're injured and deserve the treat for your troubles.

[Accepting the spoon, Peter started to open up the ice cream carefully. He didn't want to spill it all over the place.] You do it so well, dashing hero.

Okay, next time you're injured I will bring you a treat.

[The compliment causes him to flush almost instantly, head dipping and his shoulders raising to cover his cheeks.] I'm glad you think so.

I believe I'll actually hold you to that!

[Peter grinned as hew got his frozen treat open and immediately dug in.] Mmmmm!

[Missing the blush, he flashed Kurt a little smile with the spoon still in his mouth. Once he swallowed, Peter chuckled.] Don't go getting hurt on purpose just to get free ice cream now.

[He gestured at a chair in the room and nodded.] C'mon, have a seat and tell me all the exciting things happening out there in the world I'm missing here in bed.

[His grin widens at Peter's delighted noise, upper half straightening again.] Did I choose okay?

[Kurt blinks lightly, a playful pout coming across his face at that comment. He draws a hand up from his side, pointing at the other brunet in a rather dramatic way.] I wouldn't get hurt on purpose for just ice cream.

[With a snicker, he shifts toward the chair, dropping down into it and crossing one leg over the other.] Like what? The fact that it might rain or something like me almost getting hit by a car on my way here?

You chose great.

[Peter points his spoon at Kurt accusingly but there's still a playful smile on his face.] So I'd have to shell out for candy too?

How did you almost get hit by a car?

Excellent!

[The cobalt-tinted mutant shrugs, giving his best innocent smile despite the obvious mischief glittering in his eyes.] Depends on how badly I'm hurt.

[He shrinks down in the seat a bit and glances to the side.] ... by not paying enough attention to where I was walking?

Careful, I might be tempted to wrap you in bubble-wrap to prevent future injury.

[Peter takes a bite of ice cream while he waits for Kurt's answer. He frowns around his spoon at the mutant's body language and sighs.] Kurt, you should be more careful!

If you are going to take the time to wrap me in bubble-wrap, you might as well roll me down a hill to test the durability.

[He ducks even more at the scolding, hands fidgeting before clasping together in his lap. Then, Kurt straightens back up and pouts at the other male, doing his best impression of a sulking puppy.] I know ... I suppose I'm still getting used to the rules of the road.

But that would pop all the bubble-wrap.

[He sighs and shakes his head.] I really don't want you to get splattered, Kurt.

Then the bubble-wrap would have been proven to be ineffective, right?

[He perks suddenly, reaching a hand to brush his bangs aside, tucking a few of the strands behind his ear.] I think I would be able to teleport before that could happen!

No, we'd just be wasting its effectiveness.

[He arches a brow and points his spoon at Kurt again.] Did you teleport this time?

Okay, so no rolling down any hills in the bubble-wrap armor.

[He shakes his head, eyes watching the spoon before averting back to Peter, a sheepish grin tugging his lips upward.] I sort of ... scurried out of the way.

If you want to roll down hill so much, we can find a Zorb for you.

[Peter's eyes narrow and he frowns a bit.] And this is why you need to be more careful.

And what exactly is that?

[Kurt sighs in defeat, head hanging forward once more. Goodness, he feels like a scolded toddler.] I promise to be more careful when crossing the street.

Giant inflatable ball you ride in down hill. Or on the beach.

[Smiling again, Peter nods and eats some more ice cream.] Good. Bad enough I'm stuck in the infirmary, don't want you confined to one too. Or worse.

That ... sounds like it could be a lot of fun!

[When Kurt lifts his head again, he brightens at the sight of Peter's smile and nods vigorously.] Well, hopefully, you'll get to leave soon and I'm not too worried about ending up in the infirmary!

It might be. I've only ever seen videos online.

[Peter laughs then glances around before whispering.] Yes, soon. With the help of this chocolate I will regain my energy and escape!

Maybe we'll have to find one and test it out!

[He blinks then leans forward a bit to better hear Peter's whispering, releasing a snicker afterward.] I'm happy I was able to find a way to help you regain your strength then!

Maybe. I can ask some people.

[He laughs.] Yes, you've aided my escape. Kurt to the rescue again!

You actually know people with 'Zorbs'?

[The cobalt-tinted mutant peers over his shoulder at the door, shifting so his feet are resting on the chair and he's in a crouched position.] Here's hoping I don't get us into trouble.

No but I know someone with a lot of money who might know where to get one.

[Peter just shakes his head.] We just have to be stealthy when we sneak out.

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