[ Charlie digs his bandages from his bag- all his time on the run has taught him to be better prepared- and when he turns back to tend to Peter he freezes. Those marks on Peter's skin... no, the Mark on Peter's skin shocks him into stillness for a moment.
Pieces start to fall into place, instances from their time together that could have only made sense if magic were involved- Peter was lucky, but sometimes scarily so, like the universe aligned just right to make things work out in a way that was a little too precise to be an accident, even if it seemed like it at the time.
It also explained why Peter absolutely did not trust magic at all. ]
Peter, you—
[ He stops himself. This isn't the time. If Peter's old cohorts come busting down the door, he doesn't want to be in the middle of this conversation.
Charlie leans in, looping the bandages around Peter's middle as he continues. ]
—you know this area better than I do. Where do we go from here?
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Pieces start to fall into place, instances from their time together that could have only made sense if magic were involved- Peter was lucky, but sometimes scarily so, like the universe aligned just right to make things work out in a way that was a little too precise to be an accident, even if it seemed like it at the time.
It also explained why Peter absolutely did not trust magic at all. ]
Peter, you—
[ He stops himself. This isn't the time. If Peter's old cohorts come busting down the door, he doesn't want to be in the middle of this conversation.
Charlie leans in, looping the bandages around Peter's middle as he continues. ]
—you know this area better than I do. Where do we go from here?