Okay. So she had gotten the point and was paying dearly for it. Normally Peter would have felt bad for pushing her like this, but he was at the end of his tether in more ways than one. The last thing he needed was to worry about Jessica dying from phantom gunshots to mimic Uncle Ben's fate, or break out into full on schizophrenia or leprosy or what-the-fuck-ever the so-called side effects of the drugs were, because he was damn sure it was nothing good. And he just couldn't deal with that again, not so soon. Not Jessica, not the only person here who knew him so intimately, and knew his world and knew all of his bullshit and accepted it and...
Peter gulped, pushing back new tears. He was a lot more attached to the girl than he'd thought. Not simply because of what she knew about him. Just her. Just knowing who and what she was, and having been actively talking to her made it so much harder. After the clone debacle he'd tried his best not to think about Jessica at all. The implications were too tricky, the idea of seeing her again jarring, the thought of what he'd be doing if he were the copy and he were in an altered body - it scared him. A lot. Yet finding her here and now was showing him tiny differences. They were still so much alike, but there were things she said or ways that she moved that weren't Peter's at all. She was becoming someone else.
It could be that part of the concern was just Peter's own selfishness and unwillingness to let go of anything he was connected with. He wasn't totally altruistic. But he'd...he'd be horrified for Jessica's sake if something happened to her. Not as his clone's sake, or the only-person-he-knows' sake. Jessica's.
When did that happen?
The intercom blared above him. Peter ignored it, wetting his lips with anxiety. Hastily and with zero concern for the stitches on his side, he leaped forward and trapped her in a hug before the soldiers could tug her away. His face was pressed desperately into her hair (he couldn't find her ear under all of that mess), and he whispered to her. "I'm sorry. Just be careful. Please."
A large shadow moved into the edge of his vision. When his eyes rolled up to search it out they found a soldier, tall and grim-faced as he waited for the twins to pull apart. They locked eyes for a moment.
Peter winced and whispered to her one last time. "Keep me posted. Okay? D-don't...don't lock me out of this."
Then he was drawing away, nodding shyly to the soldier and leaving his seat. He'd rather get up on his own than be dragged.
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Peter gulped, pushing back new tears. He was a lot more attached to the girl than he'd thought. Not simply because of what she knew about him. Just her. Just knowing who and what she was, and having been actively talking to her made it so much harder. After the clone debacle he'd tried his best not to think about Jessica at all. The implications were too tricky, the idea of seeing her again jarring, the thought of what he'd be doing if he were the copy and he were in an altered body - it scared him. A lot. Yet finding her here and now was showing him tiny differences. They were still so much alike, but there were things she said or ways that she moved that weren't Peter's at all. She was becoming someone else.
It could be that part of the concern was just Peter's own selfishness and unwillingness to let go of anything he was connected with. He wasn't totally altruistic. But he'd...he'd be horrified for Jessica's sake if something happened to her. Not as his clone's sake, or the only-person-he-knows' sake. Jessica's.
When did that happen?
The intercom blared above him. Peter ignored it, wetting his lips with anxiety. Hastily and with zero concern for the stitches on his side, he leaped forward and trapped her in a hug before the soldiers could tug her away. His face was pressed desperately into her hair (he couldn't find her ear under all of that mess), and he whispered to her. "I'm sorry. Just be careful. Please."
A large shadow moved into the edge of his vision. When his eyes rolled up to search it out they found a soldier, tall and grim-faced as he waited for the twins to pull apart. They locked eyes for a moment.
Peter winced and whispered to her one last time. "Keep me posted. Okay? D-don't...don't lock me out of this."
Then he was drawing away, nodding shyly to the soldier and leaving his seat. He'd rather get up on his own than be dragged.