[ Oh, but that’s familiar, and for a second there, Peter thinks of all the times he’s watched Yondu whistle a crowd of people to death, controlling that arrow of his with laser precision while the metal embedded in his head glowed in kind. The two of them weren’t exactly on good terms, last time Peter checked, and the reminder makes his already shitty mood dip a little.
After a second, Peter realizes he’s staring at Charlie and the spot in his jacket where the knives are stowed, and he shakes himself.
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After a second, Peter realizes he’s staring at Charlie and the spot in his jacket where the knives are stowed, and he shakes himself.
Deliberately and brightly, ] Didn’t see what?