Mike winked at Donnie. “Dude, I think you’d be surprised at how much and how well I can manage with just my teeth and toes.” He chuckled and shook his head slightly. “Though hopefully I won’t be hurting my arm any time soon! Fingers crossed.”
As Donnie fixed him with a curious look that was practically demanding the details of that particular story, Mike grinned and settled a little more comfortably against the wall. “I’m guessing you wanna know more about said giant mutated bugs, hm?” he asked teasingly. “Let’s see how much of it I can remember… it was a long time ago, after all!”
Mike hummed and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Well, it began when some guy named Bishop created these fake alien dudes that exploded into goop when you hit them hard enough - that’s another story entirely, but the goop’s the important bit. A bunch of it got into the sewers, and began mutating all the critters that came across it. Rats, roaches, fleas, all the other sewer-dwelling creepy crawlies, all turning into giant mindless mutant monsters! And of course, they began rampaging, as giant mindless mutant monsters do. So we had to try and contain them, take them down without popping them as well to prevent even more of the goop from spreading. It was during one of our monster-wrangling encounters - which just so happened to be at one of the power substations - where I may or may not have accidentally sent one of said giant monsters headfirst into one of those substations… which then may or may not have exploded and triggered a black-out of that whole section of the city…”
"Okay, that bit about being chased by crazy dudes and giant monsters isn’t exactly appealing. How did everyone in the city react? I imagine that they’d have to be going crazy, being suddenly and inexplicably cut off from their electricity the way they were. Do you know?"
The turtles arrived at Uncle Mike’s subway car once again, and Donnie dropped the tools he needed at the small entrance of it. “So, wiring electricity to your car. Not too difficult. I just need to route the power from the box on the wall over there to the bottom of the car. Just takes a few wires and minutes.”
Donatello looked up at his Uncle. “After this, though, you owe me a chocolate,” he said with a smirk.
Slash smirked down at the purple-masked turtle. “I guess Christmas came early for me,” he growled, “and I got just what I wanted: Another chance to finish one of you off.”
In the blink of an eye Slash brought his giant fist crashing down toward Donnie.
He rolls out of the way, a shrill gasp of pain intermixed with swearing coming from the turtle as he executed the maneuver. Donatello looked up at the giant turtle, immediately formulating a plan of escape. The turtle reaches down towards his belt, gripping one of the delicate smoke bombs. It was lucky he had just made more.
Due in large part to some of the strange things he saw, including a crocodile monster turning back into a scientist, Hank was able to largely contain his reaction to the turtle’s appearance, though he did flinch ever-so-slightly, before settling back into his slightly worried appearance from before.
"I don’t suppose you have seen my fellow X-Man, Iceman, have you? He’s slightly shorter than I am, and is likely still in ice form, if he wanders these streets yet like I do. Then again, if he was knocked unconscious like myself, he could be anywhere in the city, completely exposed."
He shook his head quickly, and said, “This is a terrible introduction. I apologize, my name is Beast. I have misplaced my only friend…” He approached the turtle, keeping down in his apish gait, which was much the more comfortable for him.
The turtle stepped out from his hiding spot, blinking and staring at the mutant in disbelief. He shook his head, trying to keep it clear and answer the man’s questions.
"I haven’t seen anyone around here, I just saw you. The name is uh, Donatello. It’s nice to meet you, Beast."
He found a grin slide onto his face slowly as facts began to pour into his head. Beast was a scientist. He knew that much. “I… have admired your work for quite sometime.”
Last he knew, he’d been fighting Magneto. It was just him, Magneto, and Bobby. That could’ve been hours ago, however, as he shook the sleep from his eyes and looked around. There had been a blast of light, and Hank found himself waking up in an unfamiliar city. But… where was Bobby?
Ignoring the fact that his costume and his gait stuck out like none other, Hank made his way across the open rooftop quickly, shouting for Bobby as he did so. “I’ve lost him. I-I lost my best friend to that Magneto character. This will not sit well with Mrs. Drake.”
It was then that he became aware, with his increased senses of hearing and smell, that someone else was nearby. Someone… unusual. “I am not a threat, I assure you. I am an X-Man, I am simply lost, is all…”
Donatello had allowed himself the opportunity to leave the lair and go to the junkyard. That was where he was headed now, or where he was headed until the figure on the rooftop began to move.
The turtle instinctively blended in with his surroundings, his breathing steady and even. It wasn’t until he heard what the figure had said did he even think about coming out.
One of the X-Men? That meant… he was a mutant like Donnie was. That was enough to get the turtle out of hiding.
He peeked his head out from behind the small water tower, with his hand at his waist, ready to pull out a smokebomb. “Hello?”
"I got sick yesterday," Raphael confessed. "But I’m better now. My headache’s almost gone, too. And I’m not nearly so nauseous as I was."
"Are you sure you’re better? You don’t really look it dude. You can do the whole… appreciate thing, whatever that is, later."
"You’re hella out of it."
"What does that mean????"
"The Hella Gatsby, by F. Swag Fitzgerald."
Appearing to have gone through Hell, a bloodshot-eyed Raphael plopped down in the seat next to Donnie, having gotten no sleep the night before due to how terrible he’d felt all night. He was better now, but far from okay. He attempted to act as though nothing were wrong.
"Okay, Appreciation Day starts now."
Donnie blinked for a moment, looking over his brother and staring him into his bloodshot eyes. “Appreciation Day? Also, are you alright, bro? You seem kinda… almost dead. Should you be out of bed?” The turtle reached out and put a hand on his brother’s shoulder.
Leo reached for some popcorn as well, brushing against Donnie’s hand in the process. He took a handful and ate it slowly, watching as the mountain erupted in boiling cola. He made a small noise with his mouthful, clinging to his brother.
Donnie bit down on his own lip, tightening his grip on his elder’s hand. “Oh, oh, oh!” he whispered, shutting his eyes in fear. He shoved the rest of the snacks resting in his hands into his mouth.