[ He takes a fist to the jaw, teeth clamping together hard on the inside of his cheek, and-- he doesn't know what he was expecting. Maybe that Charlie would take the hit and not retaliate? But Peter was sloppy, left himself completely open, and he stumbles back, stunned.
... That hurt.
He spits out blood and thinks, This little fucker--
He also thinks, Fuck it, as he launches himself at Charlie, hoping to tackle him to the ground. ]
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... That hurt.
He spits out blood and thinks, This little fucker--
He also thinks, Fuck it, as he launches himself at Charlie, hoping to tackle him to the ground. ]