[ As soon as the door to the containment unit is closed, and stays closed, Ben shuts the portal in his stomach, the injured and non-injured tentacles alike writhing their way back through his body and into their own dimension. Then, finally, there are zero tentacles in the corridor, and no evil mist, and it is silent except for the sounds of their harsh breathing.
Ben makes it two steps towards Peter, asking in a voice that's raw from screaming: ]
Oh my god, Peter, are you okay-?
[ Then Ben staggers, takes a big lurching step towards the wall. He's just going to lean his shoulder against it for a minute... or sit down on the floor. Sitting down sounds great actually. It's floor time, baby. His nerves are still on fire, the tingling remembrance of pain spreading all through him, but centralized around his stomach. He sets a hand over it, fingers splayed, but his eyes stay on Peter. ]
Are you hurt?
[ Ben doesn't just sound concerned. He sounds a little bit like he's trying not to cry and only mostly succeeding. Because none of it is fair. He hadn't wanted Peter to see his powers, and even less get hurt by them. Now both things have happened, and sure, they won the fight, but what's the cost? The actual figure might be gone, but Ben can't stop hearing the way it had laughed when it grabbed Peter. His own laugh, but so delighted at the prospect of dismemberment.
Shaky and fervent, he says: ]
I'm sorry.
[ No matter which way you look at it, that near scrape of theirs, however hurt Peter is, it's all 100% his fault. ]
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Ben makes it two steps towards Peter, asking in a voice that's raw from screaming: ]
Oh my god, Peter, are you okay-?
[ Then Ben staggers, takes a big lurching step towards the wall. He's just going to lean his shoulder against it for a minute... or sit down on the floor. Sitting down sounds great actually. It's floor time, baby. His nerves are still on fire, the tingling remembrance of pain spreading all through him, but centralized around his stomach. He sets a hand over it, fingers splayed, but his eyes stay on Peter. ]
Are you hurt?
[ Ben doesn't just sound concerned. He sounds a little bit like he's trying not to cry and only mostly succeeding. Because none of it is fair. He hadn't wanted Peter to see his powers, and even less get hurt by them. Now both things have happened, and sure, they won the fight, but what's the cost? The actual figure might be gone, but Ben can't stop hearing the way it had laughed when it grabbed Peter. His own laugh, but so delighted at the prospect of dismemberment.
Shaky and fervent, he says: ]
I'm sorry.
[ No matter which way you look at it, that near scrape of theirs, however hurt Peter is, it's all 100% his fault. ]