[ Peter gives her wrist a gentle squeeze -- he's going for reassuring rather than make sure to stay quiet, and he flashes her a smile. He's not sure if she sees it, as dark as this little corner is, but it's the thought that counts, right?
The men's muttering are audible even from across the building. There's at least two of them, based on voices alone, and they seem pissed that their night of debauchery was cut short to chase after some pointless dickwad that the boss had a grudge against. Peter would feel offended if he didn't also sort of agree. It's a damn lucky thing that the two men who search the building don't give a shit about finding Star-Lord, because they give the first floor only a perfunctory examination before stomping back out.
It's only after the squealing of protesting hinges and slamming of the door that Peter lets out a breath, relaxes his death-grip on his blaster. ]
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The men's muttering are audible even from across the building. There's at least two of them, based on voices alone, and they seem pissed that their night of debauchery was cut short to chase after some pointless dickwad that the boss had a grudge against. Peter would feel offended if he didn't also sort of agree. It's a damn lucky thing that the two men who search the building don't give a shit about finding Star-Lord, because they give the first floor only a perfunctory examination before stomping back out.
It's only after the squealing of protesting hinges and slamming of the door that Peter lets out a breath, relaxes his death-grip on his blaster. ]
Well. That was really fucking close.