[ Fuck. Fuck, how did he not notice? Peter spins around just as the guy is forced up into the air, trapped in-- whatever the hell that thing Maya just conjured was.
Peter and the man (whimpering, now) stare at each other -- the man with wide, terrified eyes, and Peter with a growing sense of dread. He knows him, he realizes. Another Ravager, but not a friend or even an acquaintance -- someone on the team, at the very least, and he recognizes the face.
He doesn't turn to look at her, but he addresses Maya-- ]
What did you do to him? [ Still curious, rather than frightened or panicked -- and even Peter thinks that's odd, that he's not particularly afraid. ]
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[ Fuck. Fuck, how did he not notice? Peter spins around just as the guy is forced up into the air, trapped in-- whatever the hell that thing Maya just conjured was.
Peter and the man (whimpering, now) stare at each other -- the man with wide, terrified eyes, and Peter with a growing sense of dread. He knows him, he realizes. Another Ravager, but not a friend or even an acquaintance -- someone on the team, at the very least, and he recognizes the face.
He doesn't turn to look at her, but he addresses Maya-- ]
What did you do to him? [ Still curious, rather than frightened or panicked -- and even Peter thinks that's odd, that he's not particularly afraid. ]