Yeah, I heard that about magic too, [ there's a nod in agreement, half-way absentminded, half-listening until his head snaps over to them and he almost gawks, looking to the twin boys. back and forth, between the one hanging off the couch, and the one thats edged closer. maximoff — but that would mean - ] Wait — as in Wanda?
[ he blurts out, because that's the first thing that comes to mind - not thoughtless but if he says it out loud it means he isn't thinking on it for any longer than he needs to.
but that does inspire more realization — he didn't know she had kids. what happened — oh no —
his back is to the door and his ears ring in tinnitus as his senses sharpen, suddenly, and he's sidestepping away from it right in tandem to the twin's warnings, right as the handle rattles, the frame bangs and the windows shake and darkness presses in.
he crowds towards them and while they don't seem very concerned about this at all, full faith in their mom (he cannot help but understand that), peter still puts himself between them and the door, the windows. shoulders square, footing more sure.
the air feels thin. ] Okay — [ a glance over to them, spider sense prickling. anticipating...something? he tries to steady his voice. ] — does your mom need help?
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[ he blurts out, because that's the first thing that comes to mind - not thoughtless but if he says it out loud it means he isn't thinking on it for any longer than he needs to.
but that does inspire more realization — he didn't know she had kids. what happened — oh no —
his back is to the door and his ears ring in tinnitus as his senses sharpen, suddenly, and he's sidestepping away from it right in tandem to the twin's warnings, right as the handle rattles, the frame bangs and the windows shake and darkness presses in.
he crowds towards them and while they don't seem very concerned about this at all, full faith in their mom (he cannot help but understand that), peter still puts himself between them and the door, the windows. shoulders square, footing more sure.
the air feels thin. ] Okay — [ a glance over to them, spider sense prickling. anticipating...something? he tries to steady his voice. ] — does your mom need help?