[ he was, in fact, just about to turn to dispatch the alien in question, but the shot from Gamora's blaster takes care of him before Peter can even say, "Redbone." Not that he was going to say "Redbone" in the first place, but still.
It's why he aims a pout her way, shoulders slumping dejectedly, before he's twisting out of the way of a drunkenly aimed punch. He recognizes his attacker as the jealous boyfriend who had started this whole mess, and Peter smiles in pleasant surprise, looking for all the world as though he's just run into an old friend. ]
Hey, it's you again--!
[ It's all he has time to say before the man is coming at him again, though this time he's wielding an empty glass bottle. Peter ducks beneath his wild swing and drives his shoulder into the man's gut. After that, it's easy enough to flip him over his shoulder onto a miraculously intact table.
... well. It was intact until the man's crashing down on top of it. Less intact, now. Peter offers the groaning man an apologetic shrug then dashes for the door.
Even with the cacophony of the brawl all around him, Peter's always had a sensitive ear for certain sounds -- like tumblers clicking into place as he picked a lock, or the brush of air as someone tried to silently sneak up on him, or the sounds of sirens, especially. And it's sirens that he can hear now. He murmurs a curse and lets out a loud whistle to catch Gamora's attention. ]
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It's why he aims a pout her way, shoulders slumping dejectedly, before he's twisting out of the way of a drunkenly aimed punch. He recognizes his attacker as the jealous boyfriend who had started this whole mess, and Peter smiles in pleasant surprise, looking for all the world as though he's just run into an old friend. ]
Hey, it's you again--!
[ It's all he has time to say before the man is coming at him again, though this time he's wielding an empty glass bottle. Peter ducks beneath his wild swing and drives his shoulder into the man's gut. After that, it's easy enough to flip him over his shoulder onto a miraculously intact table.
... well. It was intact until the man's crashing down on top of it. Less intact, now. Peter offers the groaning man an apologetic shrug then dashes for the door.
Even with the cacophony of the brawl all around him, Peter's always had a sensitive ear for certain sounds -- like tumblers clicking into place as he picked a lock, or the brush of air as someone tried to silently sneak up on him, or the sounds of sirens, especially. And it's sirens that he can hear now. He murmurs a curse and lets out a loud whistle to catch Gamora's attention. ]
Time to wrap it up. Cops on the way!