Hey-- [ And this time he makes an effort to soften his voice, but it's still wavering, still panicked. He can't quite hide that. ]
Hey, don't move, okay? Just-- take it easy. I'll figure something out, just-- don't move.
[ Fuck. The guy's hands look like a wreck, and they're gonna have to take him to a hospital -- but first, Peter needs to get them the fuck out--
The place is a mess, and Peter has to assume that Charlie had a hand in that. There are big splotches of blue blood near the doors to the building proper, so Peter assumes Charlie must've gotten one of the guys good. Serves those assholes right; he'd be proud if he weren't scared out of his wits right now.
His gaze nearly passes over it in his haste, but sure enough, he finds it: a box cutter. He could fucking cry, he's so relieved, and he kneels down, twisting awkwardly to retrieve it. ]
Still with me, Gramps? I meant it when I said no naps.
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Hey, don't move, okay? Just-- take it easy. I'll figure something out, just-- don't move.
[ Fuck. The guy's hands look like a wreck, and they're gonna have to take him to a hospital -- but first, Peter needs to get them the fuck out--
The place is a mess, and Peter has to assume that Charlie had a hand in that. There are big splotches of blue blood near the doors to the building proper, so Peter assumes Charlie must've gotten one of the guys good. Serves those assholes right; he'd be proud if he weren't scared out of his wits right now.
His gaze nearly passes over it in his haste, but sure enough, he finds it: a box cutter. He could fucking cry, he's so relieved, and he kneels down, twisting awkwardly to retrieve it. ]
Still with me, Gramps? I meant it when I said no naps.