[ He tries to swallow down that dark, twisty feeling, tries to force it away. (Because he doesn’t like that particular feeling. He had felt the full force of it on Ego’s planet, something wrathful and terrifying and blinding, that had him moving before he could even think.
“It broke my heart to put that tumor in her head.”
And Peter had snapped.)
He tries, but it doesn’t go away, and that ugly thing claws at his gut. His fingers itch again, that prickly feeling working its way up his spine, down his arms, and he winces when he starts to realize that’s a precursor to— the thing. The Light, or Light, Jr., or whatever the fuck this is. He tugs his wrist out of Gamora’s grip to cross his arms over his chest, tucking his hands away. ]
And how to get rid of it?
[ Though he doesn’t sound too convinced that that’s even a possibility. ]
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“It broke my heart to put that tumor in her head.”
And Peter had snapped.)
He tries, but it doesn’t go away, and that ugly thing claws at his gut. His fingers itch again, that prickly feeling working its way up his spine, down his arms, and he winces when he starts to realize that’s a precursor to— the thing. The Light, or Light, Jr., or whatever the fuck this is. He tugs his wrist out of Gamora’s grip to cross his arms over his chest, tucking his hands away. ]
And how to get rid of it?
[ Though he doesn’t sound too convinced that that’s even a possibility. ]