[ He lets out a breath as the magic falls away from them, propping himself up with another tree as Charlie concentrates. It's odd, slipping back into this easy sense of trust, knowing that Charlie isn't going to try and screw him over.
Dangerous, probably. Careless. There's no telling how this time has changed either of them or whatever used to lie between them, but he slips back into the habit as easily as falling.
The air shimmers, and Peter jerks back when the copy of him appears. It's— him (though maybe not quite as handsome, he might say if his voice hadn't suddenly escaped), and he answers his double's smirks with a blank stare. The copy runs off, adopting his awkward stride, and when it captures the attention of Peter's old teammates, Peter waits a few tense moments before he lets out a sigh of relief.
He waits almost a full minute as the footsteps and voices die away before quietly clearing his throat. Then, with hardly any inflection, ]
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Dangerous, probably. Careless. There's no telling how this time has changed either of them or whatever used to lie between them, but he slips back into the habit as easily as falling.
The air shimmers, and Peter jerks back when the copy of him appears. It's— him (though maybe not quite as handsome, he might say if his voice hadn't suddenly escaped), and he answers his double's smirks with a blank stare. The copy runs off, adopting his awkward stride, and when it captures the attention of Peter's old teammates, Peter waits a few tense moments before he lets out a sigh of relief.
He waits almost a full minute as the footsteps and voices die away before quietly clearing his throat. Then, with hardly any inflection, ]
What the fuck, Charlie.