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@thunderbringer said: “ whatever you need, i’m here. ”
perhaps it should be noted here that—ever since the war, from that last moment and growingly through the days, peter has seen himself getting lost in thought for longer segments of the day. most of the time, in fact. without meaning to ! no, without intentions of going silent and slowly distancing from wherever his two feet were planting at any given moment. sometimes, alone, sitting over his bed and with nothing but the distant company of his phone playing a video over and over again. at other times, like now, in the middle of listening to someone else. surrounded by many and knowing there’s a lot more he should be doing other than staring at his glass. quiet, waiting for someone to come and drag him out of such an atemporal state.
and that’s may, usually. actually—it’s only her. and he has gotten used to her shoulder grabs just enough so the action of coming back is easier than anything by now.
but another voice makes an appearance, and suddenly, waking up it’s like reaching the surface and becoming capable of breathing again, out of the blue. he is not scared, no. this is not wrong but he is surprised. first—because he couldn’t tell how long he had been gone this time ( if seconds of pure silence or minutes in which the adults didn’t want to make a remark on his absence ) and second, because there’s no way he could not know who that voice belonged to, and NEVER—never in a million years ( this you must believe of him ) the kid would have thought someone like him could have repaired in his ( otherwise unimportant, ordinary, if you may ) existence as a superhero ( or even, human being ).
but here’s a difference—if this had happened some time ago, peter ( easily excited, full of wonder peter parker ) wouldn’t have been able to contain himself in front of someone like him, someone he had been DYING TO MEET for just too long. questions would have been asked, praises must have followed, advice DEFINITELY would have been asked. everything, just in case he didn’t get a chance to interview the god of thunder in too long. but—now? while certainly his heart responded to the shock this represented for him, something ( a lot more tired, heavily wounded ) stared back from the table he had approached to distract himself from the service they were attending. attentive, of course, but devoid of the energy he so much would have wanted or needed in a moment such as that.
his mouth opens but no words appear in the world. he knows—HE REALLY KNOWS he should answer something, anything, but his brain struggles with meanings and all seems to indicate he won't be able to make the kind of first impression he would have dreamt of. instead, he manages to say, plainly and not blinking this whole time— “ he told you who i am? ”
out of impulse, without thinking too much. but managing to hear himself at the last second, shaking his head and trying to add to those half-formulated thoughts. ashamed, perhaps, that he had rushed to make himself sound that important, or as if anything in his words had made him sound any more like the little child he already looked like in a room full of gods and superheroes. “ i—i mean, maybe you don’t who i am. that’s fine, it’s just—since you said that, i’m—i didn’t meant to—”
or perhaps he truly wanted that, a little bit of it. any proof that he had been recognized at some point as an ally. as part of the team.
SHE IS THE STORM SHE IS WHAT BLOCKS OUT THE SKY SHE IS THE THUNDERBIRD