[ Peter falls quiet for a second, jaw clenched and eyes screwed shut.
It’s complicated. It’s so fucking complicated, because Riverview is weird, is slightly out of sync with reality – or at least, out of sync with what Peter knows as reality. He was only gone for a week, and in that week, he lived four goddamn years of his life back home.
So Stark has a point. Peter doesn’t want him to, but he has a point, but rather than concede, Peter just exhales, unsteady and slow. He’s silent for a long while, then, ]
Is Nebula—
[ His voice catches again. He remembers watching Mantis and Drax crumble, and he had turned to Nebula, terrified that she’d be next. Instead, she had caught his gaze, had straightened with alarm before he fell away.
He’s not sure if he wants to know the answer, but— ]
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It’s complicated. It’s so fucking complicated, because Riverview is weird, is slightly out of sync with reality – or at least, out of sync with what Peter knows as reality. He was only gone for a week, and in that week, he lived four goddamn years of his life back home.
So Stark has a point. Peter doesn’t want him to, but he has a point, but rather than concede, Peter just exhales, unsteady and slow. He’s silent for a long while, then, ]
Is Nebula—
[ His voice catches again. He remembers watching Mantis and Drax crumble, and he had turned to Nebula, terrified that she’d be next. Instead, she had caught his gaze, had straightened with alarm before he fell away.
He’s not sure if he wants to know the answer, but— ]
Is Nebula okay? Do you know?