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“Gyro!” Fenton yelled, moving through the rubble of what was once the science convention in downtown Duckburg. Gyro hadn’t even wanted to go to the damn thing, but Fenton had convinced him to go, that it would be fun. That he would totally make it up to him when they got home.
And they were on the phone, Gyro’s call redirected to the Gizmoduck’s auditory systems. Fenton had been yelling at him to get to the exits. But they had been too late. Fenton had him in his sights, he just had to go a little faster, to grab Gyro in his arms and just fly out the window to escape. And then there was the explosion, and Fenton had watched Gyro get thrown across room before his eyes only to have the next moments of his vision go black.
“Fen…” Gyro’s voice sounded far away, but Fenton held onto it as if it was a lifeline, speeding faster towards where he heard it until finally! He found the familiar husk of Gizmo tech, an experimental device that they had been working on in which, when activated, would wrap the user to prevent injuries.
“Gyro.” Fenton said, desperate to remain calm as he peeled the half formed pod open, pulling Gyro out as if he was freshly hatched. He disembarked from the suit, carefully looking over Gyro for any outward signs of trauma. Despite a few scrapes and gashes, Gyro looked unharmed.
“Babe,” Gyro coughed out, lifting his head from where Fenton had it cradled against him, “The Exo Pod needs works.” He said, letting out a small chuckle at his own joke.
Fenton rolled his eyes, “We get blown up, and your go-to response is it to crack a joke?” he asked, leaning his head down and laughing along with Gyro before finding his beak with his own and kissing him soundly.