[ Peter appreciates the silence – if only so he can better listen for the sound of footsteps, of voices. The old team were effective mercenaries, were damn good at what they did, but they never were particularly good at stealth. Too much spirit in them, Yondu liked to say. Too much energy in need of an outlet.
They tended to be loud.
It’s a good sign, Peter figures, when he doesn’t hear even a whisper, aside from their own footsteps crunching on the forest floor. Gives him leave to just focus on keeping himself upright and moving.
At Charlie’s question, he blinks over at him, almost as though he had forgotten the other guy was there, engrossed as he was in not tripping and falling flat on his face. ]
Figured it was worth a try. [ He carefully shrugs the shoulder of his good side. ] I had an arrow in me and hounds at my heels. I was desperate.
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They tended to be loud.
It’s a good sign, Peter figures, when he doesn’t hear even a whisper, aside from their own footsteps crunching on the forest floor. Gives him leave to just focus on keeping himself upright and moving.
At Charlie’s question, he blinks over at him, almost as though he had forgotten the other guy was there, engrossed as he was in not tripping and falling flat on his face. ]
Figured it was worth a try. [ He carefully shrugs the shoulder of his good side. ] I had an arrow in me and hounds at my heels. I was desperate.
[ A pause, and he adds lightly, ]
You know how it is.