Yeah. Little bit. I mean, worrying comes with the whole liking you thing going on.
[Before and after Europe, of course. More so after when she actually knew who he was. Now it's like whoa level worrying.
She keeps herself from cringing when he winces. Just seeing in pain hurts her and she's not the one who went a few rounds with whatever jerk decided to wallop Peter like a punching bag. Leaving the mask up enough to keep only the lower half of his face visible her thumb strokes against his cheek.]
The guy with the bird wings? Not the cool, good guy with the bird wings that I have no idea who really is or know because that would be crazy...but yeah, what about Liz's dad?
[Peter takes her hand in both of his, leaning his cheek against her fingers as he breathes, and basks a little in her presence. It means a lot that she came to find him. And it sucks that what he's going to tell her now is going to make her worry even more.]
They, I don't know how but they figured out where I'd be, and they set a trap for me, they caught me in some kind of magnetized taser net, I think it was some of that alien tech, and then they...I mean, I guess I'm lucky they didn't have guns. But they had, um. Pipes. ...they didn't even say anything. I just know who they were because I recognized one of them.
[Damn right she's going to worry more. But she has enough faith in him to handle himself, and that he's smart enough to ask for help should he need it.
Still. MJ pales. Completely. Her face falls, fingers trembling and a look of actual panic settles in her gaze for the quickest second ever before she can blink it away. Friends? Somehow she doesn't think friends is the word Peter should be using. Co-conspirators. Like minded dickbags. General fucking assholes who relate to other fucking assholes and their terrible decision making -- that's how she'd refer to them.
Oh. But then it's worse, much worse than she imagined.]
Alien tech?! Pipes?! Jesus Christ, Peter! [Conceal don't...to hell with it. MJ has too many feelings coursing through her to pretend to be unfazed. Pulling away for only a minute she looks him over, trying to spot any visible sign indicating Peter should be elsewhere. Like say...a hospital.] So they left you for-- [Nope. MJ is not saying dead. She'll leave that out there.] Or did you manage to escape before they tried to?
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[Before and after Europe, of course. More so after when she actually knew who he was. Now it's like whoa level worrying.
She keeps herself from cringing when he winces. Just seeing in pain hurts her and she's not the one who went a few rounds with whatever jerk decided to wallop Peter like a punching bag. Leaving the mask up enough to keep only the lower half of his face visible her thumb strokes against his cheek.]
The guy with the bird wings? Not the cool, good guy with the bird wings that I have no idea who really is or know because that would be crazy...but yeah, what about Liz's dad?
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[Peter takes her hand in both of his, leaning his cheek against her fingers as he breathes, and basks a little in her presence. It means a lot that she came to find him. And it sucks that what he's going to tell her now is going to make her worry even more.]
They, I don't know how but they figured out where I'd be, and they set a trap for me, they caught me in some kind of magnetized taser net, I think it was some of that alien tech, and then they...I mean, I guess I'm lucky they didn't have guns. But they had, um. Pipes. ...they didn't even say anything. I just know who they were because I recognized one of them.
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Still. MJ pales. Completely. Her face falls, fingers trembling and a look of actual panic settles in her gaze for the quickest second ever before she can blink it away. Friends? Somehow she doesn't think friends is the word Peter should be using. Co-conspirators. Like minded dickbags. General fucking assholes who relate to other fucking assholes and their terrible decision making -- that's how she'd refer to them.
Oh. But then it's worse, much worse than she imagined.]
Alien tech?! Pipes?! Jesus Christ, Peter! [Conceal don't...to hell with it. MJ has too many feelings coursing through her to pretend to be unfazed. Pulling away for only a minute she looks him over, trying to spot any visible sign indicating Peter should be elsewhere. Like say...a hospital.] So they left you for-- [Nope. MJ is not saying dead. She'll leave that out there.] Or did you manage to escape before they tried to?