[ He's caught, for a long moment, between the sharp desire to run or to make the kid shut up by any means necessary.
Peter can't fucking listen to this. He can't fucking breathe. The kid knew. Stark knew, and neither of them told the Guardians a goddamn thing. And if they had, if they had even hinted at how devastating things had turned out, Peter would have never gone home, and he would have kept Gamora from going, too, once the opportunity presented itself.
They could have stayed in Riverview. They could have stayed in Riverview, and Peter wouldn't have watched Mantis and Drax crumble to dust, wouldn't have disintegrated, wouldn't have to now wonder if Rocket and Groot were safe. And Gamora—
The two of them would still—
Gamora wouldn't be—
With the slack in the webbing from freeing its first leg, the Bulette manages to free another, kicking out with a hind leg as it wrestles with the webbing. It roars out again, low and guttural, and the webbing starts to snap and give. ]
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Peter can't fucking listen to this. He can't fucking breathe. The kid knew. Stark knew, and neither of them told the Guardians a goddamn thing. And if they had, if they had even hinted at how devastating things had turned out, Peter would have never gone home, and he would have kept Gamora from going, too, once the opportunity presented itself.
They could have stayed in Riverview. They could have stayed in Riverview, and Peter wouldn't have watched Mantis and Drax crumble to dust, wouldn't have disintegrated, wouldn't have to now wonder if Rocket and Groot were safe. And Gamora—
The two of them would still—
Gamora wouldn't be—
With the slack in the webbing from freeing its first leg, the Bulette manages to free another, kicking out with a hind leg as it wrestles with the webbing. It roars out again, low and guttural, and the webbing starts to snap and give. ]