And in knowing he's back, he gives him space, partly out of fear of what he could even say, and partly because the guy probably really needs said space. He knows what it's like at least a little; it wasn't very long ago that he had a mini-meltdown in Athena's arms over what he'd learned about his future — and the futures of so many. But he's at least had a little time to try and adjust and push through it. Ben wouldn't want him to be weighed down by his mortality, and May wouldn't want him to just waste what time he's got, so he's... trying. He puts on his own mask and gets to work.
When he finds Peter in the jungle, a trail of monster bodies behind him and the Bulette lunging for him, he's quick to aim and fire off a web grenade (and ignore the way his heart leaps up into his throat). The beast's legs get entangled and it goes toppling, rolling round and round 'til it hits a big tree. It's at least dazed and he leaps down to the ground and starts unleashing all the webbing in his current canisters, to keep the thing down.
And you know, he'd throw some witty remark, maybe laugh off the situation, but instead he rushes over to where he'd seen Peter go sailing and yanks off his mask as he moves. He hadn't exactly been at a good enough angle to tell if the guardian was hit or not, and that's kind of freaking him out.]
Pete?! Hey, you over there?!
[You better not have gotten murdered by a D&D monster, he swears to fucking god, he can't deal with a double-death here.]
ii.
Without Gamora.
And in knowing he's back, he gives him space, partly out of fear of what he could even say, and partly because the guy probably really needs said space. He knows what it's like at least a little; it wasn't very long ago that he had a mini-meltdown in Athena's arms over what he'd learned about his future — and the futures of so many. But he's at least had a little time to try and adjust and push through it. Ben wouldn't want him to be weighed down by his mortality, and May wouldn't want him to just waste what time he's got, so he's... trying. He puts on his own mask and gets to work.
When he finds Peter in the jungle, a trail of monster bodies behind him and the Bulette lunging for him, he's quick to aim and fire off a web grenade (and ignore the way his heart leaps up into his throat). The beast's legs get entangled and it goes toppling, rolling round and round 'til it hits a big tree. It's at least dazed and he leaps down to the ground and starts unleashing all the webbing in his current canisters, to keep the thing down.
And you know, he'd throw some witty remark, maybe laugh off the situation, but instead he rushes over to where he'd seen Peter go sailing and yanks off his mask as he moves. He hadn't exactly been at a good enough angle to tell if the guardian was hit or not, and that's kind of freaking him out.]
Pete?! Hey, you over there?!
[You better not have gotten murdered by a D&D monster, he swears to fucking god, he can't deal with a double-death here.]