If You Think I'm Gonna Come Up With A Title For This, You're Dead Wrong

Chapter 12

His stomach churns. "For sure," he agrees, crossing the room as you start to "walk" back to the war room/kitchen. "Have you guys decided on anything?"

"Well," you sigh, "Leo's bein' Leo if that's what you mean. I don't mind their plan, mind, but it seems a bit silly." You hold the door open for him. "After you."

"Dude, totally." Mikey nods eagerly in agreement to something someone said. "I can get him on board, on prob."

"Good." Leonardo taps his finger against the blueprint splayed across the counter. "Now all we need is a big enough box."

"There should be crates down by the docks." Raphael looks over at you. "Any stores up top sell 'em that big?"

"Probably." You lean against the doorway as Donnie steps past you. "You guys know we don't know what they're breathing, right?"

"Yeah. So?" The green-eyed brother gestures to him. "He can figure out letting us breathe."

"Can and did, but I'm not sure that's what she's talking about." The tall boy crosses his arms across his chest absentmindedly. "If the gases they're breathing are highly flammable—which, knowing the absurd biology of the Kraang, isn't out of the question—" You stifle a laugh, covering your mouth, "using explosives in there might blow the roof off the place."

"That's good, ain't it?"

"Not If you don't want to be pressure cooked, no."

"Is there some other way to destroy the portal?" Leonardo laced his fingers together, leaning his elbows on the worn island.

"Without knowing the metal they're using?" He shakes his head. "Even if we did, I'm not sure if I could safely create hydrochloric or nitric acid, especially on such short notice, let alone transport it."

"Then we're screwed." Raph looks off. "Perfect."

"Unless you feel confident in busting out of that building on a time crunch, we'd need someone to be close enough to the bomb to actually use the detonator. Seeing as we need all hands on deck, we really don't have anyone that could fit the bill." Even with his back to you, you notice his tension. "Unless you guys just want to crack a window or something, but that would kinda negate the point of doing the whole stealth thing, setting off an obvious alarm."

"That's not true." Mikey points out the obvious. "Y/N could do it."

"I'm down," you shrug, moving your hands to slide in your nonexistent pockets. "You'd need to let me know when to do it so I don't fry you guys, but I might as well add domestic terrorism to my non-existent rap sheet." You smile wryly at that.

You think you hear Donnie mutter something before speaking up. "I'm not sure there are any buildings high enough up or close enough to be an effective--"

"Sure there is." Mikey, again. "There's that apartment building across that alley. It's plenty tall."

"Oh yeah, huh?" Raph smiles sharply. "Even has a fire escape to climb."

The idea of climbing anything anywhere makes you want to vomit, but the idea of having to deal with whatever goes on with the saving of Leatherhead later is enough to ignore it. 'Stop being a pussy,' you reprimand yourself, feeling vertigo already. 'It's a fucking ladder. A twenty-story high ladder, yeah, but it's still just a ladder.'

"She can't use a ladder," the tallest brother protests. "She can't use one of her legs."

"Then she can take the stairs, or we can carry her there before we go." You take slow, deep, quiet breaths. "It's no big deal. I'm sure you wouldn't mind doing it, right?"