[he's been through the game more than a few times by now, having made a point of losing every time to make sure whoever he's been up against could get out. sure, they may have all been complete strangers to him, but still, better someone who can heal gets trapped for another round than someone who can't, right?
but even so, the rounds have slowly worn him down, to the point that when he finds himself at the start all over again, peter ends up sat on the floor, face pressed to his knees as he tries to get a few minutes rest. all he wants right now is his bed. that, and a good meal. even a lungful of fresh air would be a welcome change right about now.
but instead, all he has are the sounds of the game starting back up again, the dice being rolled, and then a voice.
a very familiar voice.
finally uncurling enough to look up again, peter's eyes widen at the sight of the all too familiar face stood across the board from him. he's caught between relief and panic all at once, both grateful that he's here, but also horrified by the implications. if deerington can capture someone as untouchable as tony stark there really is no hope for any of them.]
Mr. Stark?
[stumbling to his feet, peter wastes no time in rolling- (a four. alright.) -before using every one of his moves to head to the left. to close the gap between the two of them, rather than focusing on ending the game. unfortunately, that leaves him being forcibly stopped on a skull as he runs practically head first into an invisible wall. by the time he realizes where he's stood though, it's too late. and the sudden burning pop of his shoulder comes all too quickly. but despite his shout of pain, despite the nausea now curling in his stomach and the tears pricking at his eyes, there's a grin on his face.
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but even so, the rounds have slowly worn him down, to the point that when he finds himself at the start all over again, peter ends up sat on the floor, face pressed to his knees as he tries to get a few minutes rest. all he wants right now is his bed. that, and a good meal. even a lungful of fresh air would be a welcome change right about now.
but instead, all he has are the sounds of the game starting back up again, the dice being rolled, and then a voice.
a very familiar voice.
finally uncurling enough to look up again, peter's eyes widen at the sight of the all too familiar face stood across the board from him. he's caught between relief and panic all at once, both grateful that he's here, but also horrified by the implications. if deerington can capture someone as untouchable as tony stark there really is no hope for any of them.]
Mr. Stark?
[stumbling to his feet, peter wastes no time in rolling- (a four. alright.) -before using every one of his moves to head to the left. to close the gap between the two of them, rather than focusing on ending the game. unfortunately, that leaves him being forcibly stopped on a skull as he runs practically head first into an invisible wall. by the time he realizes where he's stood though, it's too late. and the sudden burning pop of his shoulder comes all too quickly. but despite his shout of pain, despite the nausea now curling in his stomach and the tears pricking at his eyes, there's a grin on his face.
mr. stark is here. he's not alone.]