[ Peter. Peter is concerned. Even if he tries to smooth out his expression and force it out of his voice.
Even if he still hears that dangerous sort of edge in her voice, the sort of restrained snarl he hasn't heard directed at him since the shit with the Infinity Stone.
He rocks back, sitting on the deck and frowning at her. ]
Must've been something at the warehouse.
[ As much to her as it is to himself. He rubs the bridge of his nose, feels the start of a headache building behind his eyes, and he gets to his feet again. ]
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[ Peter. Peter is concerned. Even if he tries to smooth out his expression and force it out of his voice.
Even if he still hears that dangerous sort of edge in her voice, the sort of restrained snarl he hasn't heard directed at him since the shit with the Infinity Stone.
He rocks back, sitting on the deck and frowning at her. ]
Must've been something at the warehouse.
[ As much to her as it is to himself. He rubs the bridge of his nose, feels the start of a headache building behind his eyes, and he gets to his feet again. ]
Might not be just you, either.