[ Given Peter is Peter, it takes him a couple tries to remember his login credentials. (For a guy who likes his gadgets, he doesn't bother much with the files or the documents or any of the usual paperwork. He tends to just grin at a coworker and charm them into doing it for him.)
But he gets in, and he sorts through the documents. It reminds him a little of prepping for a job; with the Guardians, he still did the legwork, but Rocket or Gamora tended to be more thorough about it than him. With the Ravagers, though, it was far more common – considering he was one of the few members who ever bothered to learn how to read.
They work together in silence for a while, with Peter scrolling through, again and again. Nothing under the obvious hits, and anything suspicious doesn't match the description of Ego that he might expect – but the guy could literally be anyone, anything, so maybe it wouldn't be obvious? After a while, Peter huffs out a breath, glancing up from his screen. ]
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But he gets in, and he sorts through the documents. It reminds him a little of prepping for a job; with the Guardians, he still did the legwork, but Rocket or Gamora tended to be more thorough about it than him. With the Ravagers, though, it was far more common – considering he was one of the few members who ever bothered to learn how to read.
They work together in silence for a while, with Peter scrolling through, again and again. Nothing under the obvious hits, and anything suspicious doesn't match the description of Ego that he might expect – but the guy could literally be anyone, anything, so maybe it wouldn't be obvious? After a while, Peter huffs out a breath, glancing up from his screen. ]
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