[ Peter, in the meanwhile, shoots Rocket another glare over his shoulder as the guy moves back. Luckily for both of them, the shift in weight doesn’t do much more than send a quiet lurch through the shifting support beams and panels.
Once Rocket’s clear, Peter takes a quick, rallying breath before rocking his weight back. There’s an accompanying creak and judder, but hey so far, so good. One step, then another, then, with an almost disappointed frown, ]
Maybe this isn’t as big a deal as—
[ why would you tempt fate like that
Because the whole thing groans and lurches and, with a thunderous crack of metal grating against metal, the support beams beneath give way. The section of the floor gives way beneath him and Peter reels around, running up the collapsing section. He leaps, chest slamming against the raw edges of the still solid floor, knocking the breath out of him. His coat protects him from slicing his gut open, thankfully – wouldn’t that just be the cherry on top of a shit sundae? – but his gloves keep him from getting a good grip on the floor. He slides a bit, scrambling for purchase, before he finally halts his backslide by catching his fingers on some warped metal panel.
He's still hanging from the edge, but he’s— good, he thinks. Not dead. Or, at least, not really, really hurt. He risks a glance down to see the section of the flooring in the darkened room beneath.
Jesus.
He turns to catch Rocket’s gaze, breathing heavily, eyes wide behind his mask.
He was panicked while Peter wasn't paying attention and almost lunged to see if he could do something even if he can't lift Quill worth a shit. But now that Quill is as fine as... can be expected, his shock and relief have given way to just sardonically killing his friend's ego bit by bit.]
I saw you almost died. Can you hold on for a tic? [Heh. Dangling humor.] I think I got something that'll help.
[Ermes may have gone back to sleep, but her gifts remain. He still has an extra aerorig in his pocket for such occasions. Now it's just a matter of slapping his own on and hovering above the danger zone to get to the precariously dangling Star-Dork.]
In hindsight, maybe I should've started with this, but, eh. I gotta conserve the frickin' power these days.
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Once Rocket’s clear, Peter takes a quick, rallying breath before rocking his weight back. There’s an accompanying creak and judder, but hey so far, so good. One step, then another, then, with an almost disappointed frown, ]
Maybe this isn’t as big a deal as—
[ why would you tempt fate like that
Because the whole thing groans and lurches and, with a thunderous crack of metal grating against metal, the support beams beneath give way. The section of the floor gives way beneath him and Peter reels around, running up the collapsing section. He leaps, chest slamming against the raw edges of the still solid floor, knocking the breath out of him. His coat protects him from slicing his gut open, thankfully – wouldn’t that just be the cherry on top of a shit sundae? – but his gloves keep him from getting a good grip on the floor. He slides a bit, scrambling for purchase, before he finally halts his backslide by catching his fingers on some warped metal panel.
He's still hanging from the edge, but he’s— good, he thinks. Not dead. Or, at least, not really, really hurt. He risks a glance down to see the section of the flooring in the darkened room beneath.
Jesus.
He turns to catch Rocket’s gaze, breathing heavily, eyes wide behind his mask.
Then, ]
Did you see that?!
[ was it cool?????? ]
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Well, you have now.
He was panicked while Peter wasn't paying attention and almost lunged to see if he could do something even if he can't lift Quill worth a shit. But now that Quill is as fine as... can be expected, his shock and relief have given way to just sardonically killing his friend's ego bit by bit.]
I saw you almost died. Can you hold on for a tic? [Heh. Dangling humor.] I think I got something that'll help.
[Ermes may have gone back to sleep, but her gifts remain. He still has an extra aerorig in his pocket for such occasions. Now it's just a matter of slapping his own on and hovering above the danger zone to get to the precariously dangling Star-Dork.]
In hindsight, maybe I should've started with this, but, eh. I gotta conserve the frickin' power these days.