[ Okay, he's not like, right behind her? Because he has to convince himself that he's not going to get stuck in there, or that the chute isn't going to randomly close in around him and trap him and that, really, it's not that bad and it'll last maybe five seconds if that, and don't be a fucking coward, Peter--
Eventually sheer necessity forces his hand when he hears voices and the stamping of feet drawing closer. It's with an aggravated groan that he forces himself to jump down the chute, and he's damn lucky the door shuts behind him of its own accord, because he thinks he just heard someone rounding the corner--
But that doesn't matter because he's sliding down the chute and even with the lights in his mask it's really fucking dark and suddenly he's thirteen again and getting stuck in a ventilation shaft after the engineering crew on the Eclector sent him in there to help with repairs, and those bastards had left them in there as a joke and fuck if he gets stuck in here he's going to flip his shit--
It's only seconds he's in the damn thing, probably, but it feels like ages, and by the time he hits the laundry bin and tumbles to the ground, his breath is coming in short gasps and fuck this job, fuck everything about it. He slams his knuckles against the trigger to disengage his helmet and wrestles his way out of the sheets and he's not panicking you're panicking. ]
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Eventually sheer necessity forces his hand when he hears voices and the stamping of feet drawing closer. It's with an aggravated groan that he forces himself to jump down the chute, and he's damn lucky the door shuts behind him of its own accord, because he thinks he just heard someone rounding the corner--
But that doesn't matter because he's sliding down the chute and even with the lights in his mask it's really fucking dark and suddenly he's thirteen again and getting stuck in a ventilation shaft after the engineering crew on the Eclector sent him in there to help with repairs, and those bastards had left them in there as a joke and fuck if he gets stuck in here he's going to flip his shit--
It's only seconds he's in the damn thing, probably, but it feels like ages, and by the time he hits the laundry bin and tumbles to the ground, his breath is coming in short gasps and fuck this job, fuck everything about it. He slams his knuckles against the trigger to disengage his helmet and wrestles his way out of the sheets and he's not panicking you're panicking. ]