[ Peter has always lived his life based on instinct and reflex. He's always been fast, which annoyed the Ravagers to no end when it came time for chores or a punishment or a beating; Peter would run and run and no one could catch him. And it made things worse, in the end, but Peter never learned.
So when he sees the lightning arching through the air toward Maya, his brain doesn't quite connect the fact that she's a Siren, she'll most likely be fine if she takes the hit, because his instinct is screaming at him, she's in trouble protect her help her she's in trouble, and his reflexes make him turn, shoving her roughly away.
Because Peter is fast, and he never learns.
His entire body seizes when the bolt hits, and suddenly he can't breathe, and there's a white noise rushing through his head and he thinks he might be screaming? But he can't tell, he's not sure of anything, because it hurts, it fucking hurts, please make it stop make it stop--
And then it feels like hours later (but probably it was only seconds), he can breathe again, can move again, but his arms just fall limply at his sides like a marionette with its strings cut. His body aches and he has just enough in him to glance up to Maya (she's alright, good, she's alright), and then the ground is rushing up to meet him. ]
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So when he sees the lightning arching through the air toward Maya, his brain doesn't quite connect the fact that she's a Siren, she'll most likely be fine if she takes the hit, because his instinct is screaming at him, she's in trouble protect her help her she's in trouble, and his reflexes make him turn, shoving her roughly away.
Because Peter is fast, and he never learns.
His entire body seizes when the bolt hits, and suddenly he can't breathe, and there's a white noise rushing through his head and he thinks he might be screaming? But he can't tell, he's not sure of anything, because it hurts, it fucking hurts, please make it stop make it stop--
And then it feels like hours later (but probably it was only seconds), he can breathe again, can move again, but his arms just fall limply at his sides like a marionette with its strings cut. His body aches and he has just enough in him to glance up to Maya (she's alright, good, she's alright), and then the ground is rushing up to meet him. ]