You put me on your back, and I’ll punch your head clean off.
[ And Peter could probably do it, now that he has his stupid super powers again. He’s already making a giant concession in heading back into the city proper, Little Pete. Don’t test him.
He picks himself up with a little difficulty, still slightly unsteady, but he keeps himself upright long enough to fetch his guns, to click them back into place in his holsters at his hips. He scrubs at his face again; there’s an old abrasion curling around his left eye – something from back home, most likely, rather than their recent encounter with the Bulette, considering it’s dark and scabbed-over. His eyes feel gritty, and he feels completely drained and exhausted, and he knows he needs sleep, but he just— can’t.
He shakes himself, letting his arm drop to his side, and he straightens, tries to adopt more of his usual confidence. ]
no subject
[ And Peter could probably do it, now that he has his stupid super powers again. He’s already making a giant concession in heading back into the city proper, Little Pete. Don’t test him.
He picks himself up with a little difficulty, still slightly unsteady, but he keeps himself upright long enough to fetch his guns, to click them back into place in his holsters at his hips. He scrubs at his face again; there’s an old abrasion curling around his left eye – something from back home, most likely, rather than their recent encounter with the Bulette, considering it’s dark and scabbed-over. His eyes feel gritty, and he feels completely drained and exhausted, and he knows he needs sleep, but he just— can’t.
He shakes himself, letting his arm drop to his side, and he straightens, tries to adopt more of his usual confidence. ]
After you.