I don't know what's happening, I don't- I don't wanna go-
Ash and dust and the blood-red sky over an alien planet utterly silent in their mutual failure- but it was on him, wasn't it? Like he said back at the beginning, anything happened to the kid, it's on him. He read Peter into the plan, he couldn't keep the time stone away from Thanos, and it doesn't matter that he's run the numbers, run over that last fatal conversation with Strange at least once a night for the past howeverlong- Peter's blood (ashes) will always be on his hands. ]
Kid? [ His roll next, three spaces and he doesn't- he doesn't pay attention to the symbols on the ground though he should, fuck only knows what this place will do to him, the kid is here, Peter's hurt and the bone-deep need to make sure he's safe and healthy has only doubled down in his absence. In the light and reality that is having Morgan in his life. ] Stay put I'm-
[ Jogging three spaces closer and the pop of confetti makes him flinch, scowling. Apparently he gets to move forward two more and he, grey in his hair, lips twisted in a grimace, takes the two right on top of a chest square that drops nothing more than a cup of coffee in front of him. ] Here.
[ A space away, kneeling, hoping they don't have a time limit. ] What's the damage? Talk me through it, okay?
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I don't know what's happening, I don't- I don't wanna go-
Ash and dust and the blood-red sky over an alien planet utterly silent in their mutual failure- but it was on him, wasn't it? Like he said back at the beginning, anything happened to the kid, it's on him. He read Peter into the plan, he couldn't keep the time stone away from Thanos, and it doesn't matter that he's run the numbers, run over that last fatal conversation with Strange at least once a night for the past howeverlong- Peter's blood (ashes) will always be on his hands. ]
Kid? [ His roll next, three spaces and he doesn't- he doesn't pay attention to the symbols on the ground though he should, fuck only knows what this place will do to him, the kid is here, Peter's hurt and the bone-deep need to make sure he's safe and healthy has only doubled down in his absence. In the light and reality that is having Morgan in his life. ] Stay put I'm-
[ Jogging three spaces closer and the pop of confetti makes him flinch, scowling. Apparently he gets to move forward two more and he, grey in his hair, lips twisted in a grimace, takes the two right on top of a chest square that drops nothing more than a cup of coffee in front of him. ] Here.
[ A space away, kneeling, hoping they don't have a time limit. ] What's the damage? Talk me through it, okay?