[ For a moment there, Peter has no idea what Charlie's thinking, only sees that look of hurt that flashes across his face.
Maybe the guy really would leave him here. After all, there were a few weeks where he totally ignored the dude, right? Literally went chasing after anyone with curvy enough hips and breasts to run away from-- whatever the fuck the two of them were meant to be. And it'd logically follow, considering Peter's previous dealings. People come and go out of his life. He shouldn't trust anyone--
But, no, that's wrong. He trusts his team. He trusts Charlie.
-- And then Yondu only has time to let out a startled yelp as he rises into the air, and Peter thinks he looks sort of like a sleeping bat, hanging from the roof of a cave. It almost makes him smile.
And Peter can suddenly move again -- but so can all the others, and hands are reaching for weapons while Charlie summons his knives. The Ravagers on either side of him are tightening their grips all the more, and Peter's starting to wonder if they're going to cut off his circulation to his hands. The mercenaries cast wary looks between Yondu and Charlie.
For a long moment, a tense silence settles over the alleyway. Then, ]
Let the little bastard go.
[ It's barked out reluctantly, and if looks could kill, Charlie might as well be dead fifteen times over by now. As it is, the Ravagers loosen their hold at long last, and one of them shoves him toward Charlie. Peter staggers a little but maintains his balance. ]
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Maybe the guy really would leave him here. After all, there were a few weeks where he totally ignored the dude, right? Literally went chasing after anyone with curvy enough hips and breasts to run away from-- whatever the fuck the two of them were meant to be. And it'd logically follow, considering Peter's previous dealings. People come and go out of his life. He shouldn't trust anyone--
But, no, that's wrong. He trusts his team. He trusts Charlie.
-- And then Yondu only has time to let out a startled yelp as he rises into the air, and Peter thinks he looks sort of like a sleeping bat, hanging from the roof of a cave. It almost makes him smile.
And Peter can suddenly move again -- but so can all the others, and hands are reaching for weapons while Charlie summons his knives. The Ravagers on either side of him are tightening their grips all the more, and Peter's starting to wonder if they're going to cut off his circulation to his hands. The mercenaries cast wary looks between Yondu and Charlie.
For a long moment, a tense silence settles over the alleyway. Then, ]
Let the little bastard go.
[ It's barked out reluctantly, and if looks could kill, Charlie might as well be dead fifteen times over by now. As it is, the Ravagers loosen their hold at long last, and one of them shoves him toward Charlie. Peter staggers a little but maintains his balance. ]
Now undo whatever the hell you've done to me.