Peter. ( it's the answer to the question she doesn't finish, and for a moment, that's all he says. he can't guess her age — hell, he'd tried guessing nikki's age and been off by an embarrassingly large amount, but he thinks this kid is slightly older than nikki.
not that it matters, really.
peter glances back in the direction beta had come from: he's not really sure if there's anything other than the general situation that's got her spooked, but again — does it really matter? he imagines rocket would be telling him to forget it, not his business; gamora would — actually be really useful right about now. drax too, probably. maybe not groot — talking trees probably aren't the easiest pill to swallow if you aren't used to them.
he doesn't miss the way she backs away from him, but he also doesn't miss the way she tries to slow her breathing. he crouches, then, but doesn't move any closer to her. )
That's it, kid. In and out. Like you're— ( uhhhhh, like you're what? he's not really sure. all he really knows is the paper bag thing. ) Like, um, your lungs are really big balloons—.
( if he'd planned on there being anything else to that sentence, he doesn't finish it. instead, he opts to shift from crouching to sitting on the ground, back resting against a wall, knees bent and arms crossed. he gives beta a once over, looking out for any immediate signs of harm, before directing his attention to their surroundings. )
Forget I said that. ( a beat. ) When I was thirteen, ( punctuated by a sidelong glance, a vague effort to gauge beta's age. ), I was kidnapped from my home planet by aliens and then chucked into space prison. ( a quick, upwards quirk of his lips. ) Trust me, it's as weird as it sounds. Anyway, it was terrifying. D'you know how much screaming I did? ( it's a rhetorical question, really, because peter did all of the screaming. )
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not that it matters, really.
peter glances back in the direction beta had come from: he's not really sure if there's anything other than the general situation that's got her spooked, but again — does it really matter? he imagines rocket would be telling him to forget it, not his business; gamora would — actually be really useful right about now. drax too, probably. maybe not groot — talking trees probably aren't the easiest pill to swallow if you aren't used to them.
he doesn't miss the way she backs away from him, but he also doesn't miss the way she tries to slow her breathing. he crouches, then, but doesn't move any closer to her. )
That's it, kid. In and out. Like you're— ( uhhhhh, like you're what? he's not really sure. all he really knows is the paper bag thing. ) Like, um, your lungs are really big balloons—.
( if he'd planned on there being anything else to that sentence, he doesn't finish it. instead, he opts to shift from crouching to sitting on the ground, back resting against a wall, knees bent and arms crossed. he gives beta a once over, looking out for any immediate signs of harm, before directing his attention to their surroundings. )
Forget I said that. ( a beat. ) When I was thirteen, ( punctuated by a sidelong glance, a vague effort to gauge beta's age. ), I was kidnapped from my home planet by aliens and then chucked into space prison. ( a quick, upwards quirk of his lips. ) Trust me, it's as weird as it sounds. Anyway, it was terrifying. D'you know how much screaming I did? ( it's a rhetorical question, really, because peter did all of the screaming. )