Recognized me. [ Somehow, even barely voiced, he manages to weave a touch of accusation into his voice. His hand twitches toward the closest Kree, still unconscious (dead? Peter doesn't know which. Doesn't care, if he's honest). ]
Knew who I was.
[ which, like, never happens, no matter how infamous Peter felt his call sign might be.
It seems a logical conclusion, at least to him. Alec wanders off on his own. Peter gets nabbed for being himself. Which must mean Alec ratted him out.
Logic.
Peter gives up on the idea of being upright for now, his shaking arms collapsing beneath him, letting himself fall back to the floor. At least the tile is blessedly cool against his face. And, really, sleeping probably wouldn't be the worst thing he's done today; blackness waits at the edge of his vision, tempting and welcoming and standing with wide, open arms. ]
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Knew who I was.
[ which, like, never happens, no matter how infamous Peter felt his call sign might be.
It seems a logical conclusion, at least to him. Alec wanders off on his own. Peter gets nabbed for being himself. Which must mean Alec ratted him out.
Logic.
Peter gives up on the idea of being upright for now, his shaking arms collapsing beneath him, letting himself fall back to the floor. At least the tile is blessedly cool against his face. And, really, sleeping probably wouldn't be the worst thing he's done today; blackness waits at the edge of his vision, tempting and welcoming and standing with wide, open arms. ]