[ Peter turns away, then, trudging back to the heavy, metal crates he had been using as cover. Carefully, he lowers himself to the ground, maneuvers himself to sit back against it; the metal is cool against the bump at the back of his head, and he brings up his hands to rub at his temples, trying to lessen the headache throbbing behind his eyes.
It doesn’t really work, and Peter’s “couple minutes” turns into a few handfuls as the team rounds up whoever survived the assault. For a little while, he listens to the chatter over the comms, listens to the team question whoever was left (a little more brusque, a little more brutal than he might have gone for, personally, but he supposes that’s the Guardians’ style when the primitive, sensitive Terran isn’t around to temper them), before the noise starts to drill straight into his head. Peter yanks his helmet attachment from his ear, stuffing it into his pocket.
Jesus. How many times has this made it that Peter was sidelined because of some injury? The Guardians haven’t even been together that long, and he feels like he must spend at least half the time nursing his wounds.
At least he’s not bleeding out this time, he tells himself. He draws up his knees to rest his elbows against them, one hand on his brow to cover his closed eyes. (He doesn’t recall it being quite so bright in here when they got in, but maybe he’s only just now noticing.) ]
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It doesn’t really work, and Peter’s “couple minutes” turns into a few handfuls as the team rounds up whoever survived the assault. For a little while, he listens to the chatter over the comms, listens to the team question whoever was left (a little more brusque, a little more brutal than he might have gone for, personally, but he supposes that’s the Guardians’ style when the primitive, sensitive Terran isn’t around to temper them), before the noise starts to drill straight into his head. Peter yanks his helmet attachment from his ear, stuffing it into his pocket.
Jesus. How many times has this made it that Peter was sidelined because of some injury? The Guardians haven’t even been together that long, and he feels like he must spend at least half the time nursing his wounds.
At least he’s not bleeding out this time, he tells himself. He draws up his knees to rest his elbows against them, one hand on his brow to cover his closed eyes. (He doesn’t recall it being quite so bright in here when they got in, but maybe he’s only just now noticing.) ]