[ Peter allows himself a quiet sigh of relief as he puts some distance between himself and the Kree, and each second that passes without the guy noticing is a blessing.
He steps away from his new friend with a lot more grace than Gamora manages, saying his goodbyes (and, surprisingly, turning down her offer to exchange contact information) before wandering back into the crowd.
Then the warning from Rocket, and Peter's gaze snaps toward the Kree charging toward Gamora. ]
Shit.
[ — is about all he manages to hiss out, though Gamora seems to have the situation well in hand.
—Except he sees the streak of blood running down her arm, and something in him goes cold.
There's a sudden surge of movement to his left as someone charges through the curious onlookers– definitely not a Nova Corpse officer, considering the lack of adherence to protocol and the non-standard issue blade that falls into his hand. Peter moves without thinking, zipping through the crowd to get at the Kree. Single-minded as that particular assailant's focus is, he doesn't notice Peter bearing down on him until he's an arm's length away—
And by then, it's too late, as Peter knocks him to the ground, yanking his blaster from the holster at his hip and aiming the barrel at the dazed Kree's temple. ]
Maybe don't move.
[ This, aimed down at the asshole whose chest he's currently straddling. Then, shouted over his shoulder to Gamora. ]
no subject
He steps away from his new friend with a lot more grace than Gamora manages, saying his goodbyes (and, surprisingly, turning down her offer to exchange contact information) before wandering back into the crowd.
Then the warning from Rocket, and Peter's gaze snaps toward the Kree charging toward Gamora. ]
Shit.
[ — is about all he manages to hiss out, though Gamora seems to have the situation well in hand.
—Except he sees the streak of blood running down her arm, and something in him goes cold.
There's a sudden surge of movement to his left as someone charges through the curious onlookers– definitely not a Nova Corpse officer, considering the lack of adherence to protocol and the non-standard issue blade that falls into his hand. Peter moves without thinking, zipping through the crowd to get at the Kree. Single-minded as that particular assailant's focus is, he doesn't notice Peter bearing down on him until he's an arm's length away—
And by then, it's too late, as Peter knocks him to the ground, yanking his blaster from the holster at his hip and aiming the barrel at the dazed Kree's temple. ]
Maybe don't move.
[ This, aimed down at the asshole whose chest he's currently straddling. Then, shouted over his shoulder to Gamora. ]
You alright?