May I present to you an AU where the mutagen bomb never went off, and instead 58 year old Donnie got a crack in his shell and while reinforcing it he decided to go all out and make a full set of robotic body armor and is also married to Casey and April k thanks!!!
Everything except the shell comes off, and the headphones actually sync the robotics to his brainwaves so he can control it kinda like an iron man suit. And everyone is happy.
I have just pulled out yesterday’s leftovers from the refrigerator
when someone knocks at the door.
‘Knocks’ probably isn’t the right
word. ‘Knocks’ suggests that I was expecting someone, maybe my parents arriving—cooing
and boisterous—excited to see how their daughter’s changed her childhood home.
Or maybe a boyfriend, bringing homemade apple pie for dessert and cuddling and
maybe something more.
But my parents are gone, I don’t have a boyfriend, and I hate apple pie.
And whoever was at my door was banging on it so hard and so
urgently that for a moment I feared it was the police, even though the police
probably wouldn’t knock at all.
“Coming!” I call over the noise as
I make my way to the front, clicking my tongue when instead of stopping the pounding
just seems to grow faster and harder.
I crack open the door and peer outside even though it’s
almost too dark to see anything anyway. “Hello?”
The overhead light automatically clicks on and everything is