"Good." Peter's eyes flick to Scott. "You cut that fine." He's naked and covered in a sheen of sweat, standing like he's not entirely aware of either of these things, or just doesn't give a damn. Peter takes a few steps back from Isaac so that he's standing several yards from both of them, runs his hands through his hair. One minute.
"Short version of the talk: stay there, don't touch me till I come to you."
He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes. Invisible behind walls and clouds and rain, the sun sets. Peter's body jerks, and he makes a noise like he just got gutpunched. There's a sound like breaking bones and tearing fabric, and something moves in his back in a way that nothing human could move. He screams and falls to his knees, clutching his face, blood seeping from between his fingers.
Then his eyes fall to the ground.
He stops screaming, looks up at them with different ones, gold instead of blue.
i hope you brought a bowl for peter
"Short version of the talk: stay there, don't touch me till I come to you."
He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes. Invisible behind walls and clouds and rain, the sun sets. Peter's body jerks, and he makes a noise like he just got gutpunched. There's a sound like breaking bones and tearing fabric, and something moves in his back in a way that nothing human could move. He screams and falls to his knees, clutching his face, blood seeping from between his fingers.
Then his eyes fall to the ground.
He stops screaming, looks up at them with different ones, gold instead of blue.