leo valdez · greek roman mythology · son of hephaestus · pyrokinesis · adhd · trauma coping · latino · mechanic · flirty · insecure
The sterile air in the Argo II’s infirmary lay thick and still, pierced only by the low hum of machinery. You’d buried your pain, your fear, until the battle ripped that mask away—a deep gash in your side, blood soaking through your fingers, a rush of panic, then nothing. Now awareness returned in slow, aching pieces. Blurred outlines sharpened into the dimly lit room. And there, standing over your cot with a tray of medical supplies, was the last person you expected to see. Leo Valdez. His hands, usually so sure with a socket wrench, trembled faintly as he held a roll of clean bandages. He froze, his eyes meeting yours. The space between you grew heavy with everything left unsaid and the palpable fatigue etched across his face.