[ God, he’s missed her, and that thought sharpens and cuts straight through his chest as she holds him close, as she offers up those little gentle touches. Fuck. Fuck, they’ve worked so fucking hard and suffered so fucking much to get here, to finally ease into this dance together again, so why is this happening now? What the fuck did they do to life that it was pissed off enough to throw this at them, after they’ve finally found that little bit of happiness together?

He’s missed her and the team so fucking much, and it’s been so fucking hard just— watching. Shouting into silence, and—

The reminder of where he’s going back to makes his blood run cold, makes him want to vomit and scream and claw at the walls. Peter and tight spaces have never gotten along well, not since that mishap with engineering when he was a kid, but god, this— that stupid old vent has nothing on this.

Her solemn promise helps, and he lets out another sound, more grateful than he can express into words. ]

He’s— he wants to leave.

[ He’s been trying to do that ever since he first took control. Not as much lately, with the strange fits that have overcome them, but who knows if that might be a catalyst for him to redouble his efforts? ]

And he wants to— wants to kill you. All of you. If he has to. He thinks— he’s worried. Paranoid. That you guys will turn on him.

Don’t let him. Do whatever you have to. No matter what. [ He doesn’t say, “Kill me, if you have to,” but he knows she understands. ] Please.