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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2014-09-13 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ He feels the way she tenses at first, and he's grateful when she catches on to his (admittedly stupid) idea. But then-- then she really catches on, and Peter thinks, Oh fuck, oh fuck--

That sound from the back of his throat -- that hum of approval -- is just as real as it is a show for the guards, who have ceased their angry muttering and are awkwardly making their way over. ]
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2014-09-13 07:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ For Peter's part, he just looks annoyed -- which is as close to reality as he can get. ]

My understanding was the help would be assisting with the party. I thought we would have some privacy.

[ He lets out a loud breath and takes Maya's hand, brushing past the guards. ]

Come along.
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2014-09-13 08:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ Out the door and to their getaway vehicle -- where Gamora and the others are probably about to stage a rescue if they take too much longer.

The chandelier incident hasn't deterred the party too much; there's just as many guests here as there were before, though there's a noticeable absence gap where a couple of the tables used to be.

Peter tries to keep their pace sedate -- they can't rush out if they don't want to draw suspicion. ]


Doing great. Almost out.