[ Peter lands gracelessly on the ground, grunting out when it jars his side again.
Ice. So much ice. A whole lot of fucking ice until he can't feel his right side for the rest of the day.
He sits himself up, lips parting to snap back at the kid, but then—
He just. Has to go and say that, doesn't he? Because even if he cuts himself off, it'd take a bigger idiot than Peter goddamn Quill to figure out what Little Pete was a half-second away from saying.
This Peter is still wearing his mask, but it doesn't hide the way he completely freezes, the way he just stares, the way he stops breathing for at least three full seconds. He feels something lurch in his gut, cold and bitter, until it climbs up his throat, until it feels like he's choking.
(What does this monster have to mourn?
... Gamora.)
But, hey, here's a silver lining for both of them:
At least Little Pete doesn't have to ask the question he's been dying to ask since they crossed paths. ]
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Ice. So much ice. A whole lot of fucking ice until he can't feel his right side for the rest of the day.
He sits himself up, lips parting to snap back at the kid, but then—
He just. Has to go and say that, doesn't he? Because even if he cuts himself off, it'd take a bigger idiot than Peter goddamn Quill to figure out what Little Pete was a half-second away from saying.
This Peter is still wearing his mask, but it doesn't hide the way he completely freezes, the way he just stares, the way he stops breathing for at least three full seconds. He feels something lurch in his gut, cold and bitter, until it climbs up his throat, until it feels like he's choking.
(What does this monster have to mourn?
... Gamora.)
But, hey, here's a silver lining for both of them:
At least Little Pete doesn't have to ask the question he's been dying to ask since they crossed paths. ]