[ Tense and upset as he is, Ben doesn't quite hide his flinch when Peter suddenly rips one of those screens from the array and throws it down onto the dirt. He hadn't forgotten about Peter's super strength, of course, but he'd done it so suddenly, and the whole thing is just - uncharacteristic and very jarring.
But Ben doesn't blame him for it. It seems apt. He doesn't know it is Poison's room, or any of the context there. For all he knows, Peter just chose a screen at random to vent his emotions on. The anger makes sense and the rest doesn't seem to matter right now.
He hears Peter's reply, but it takes a while for the words to actually sink in. He can't parse them at first. His thoughts have gone sluggish and icy and thick. Belatedly, rather numbly, he nods. Here longer than they were. Watching the whole time. Ben swallows. It's not a big deal. It's a problem they need to deal with, a mystery they need to solve. But it isn't a huge deal. Definitely not worth the amount of nausea roiling in his guts right now.
('Cause he ought to be used to this, right?).
Peter is talking more, and Ben catches bits - security stations and reroute and Peter sounds like he's got the situation well in hand. Ben crosses his arms tightly over his chest, and manages a tight nod. He's pretty sure whatever he's agreeing to is a good plan. Peter's smart and good. It must be a good plan. A plan he will help with as soon as he can shake off this... whatever and just. Be fine.
But he definitely doesn't look fine, isn't acting fine. He's standing well back from those monitors, hands gripping his arms, jaw set, completely silent. Ben tends towards the quiet side - less so with Peter now that the two of them have gotten closer - but this is way beyond the norm for him.
Finally, a thought manages to push its way through the haze and he actually articulates it, words coming out stilted and a bit odd: ]
There could be tapes. Archived. Can you - find out?
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But Ben doesn't blame him for it. It seems apt. He doesn't know it is Poison's room, or any of the context there. For all he knows, Peter just chose a screen at random to vent his emotions on. The anger makes sense and the rest doesn't seem to matter right now.
He hears Peter's reply, but it takes a while for the words to actually sink in. He can't parse them at first. His thoughts have gone sluggish and icy and thick. Belatedly, rather numbly, he nods. Here longer than they were. Watching the whole time. Ben swallows. It's not a big deal. It's a problem they need to deal with, a mystery they need to solve. But it isn't a huge deal. Definitely not worth the amount of nausea roiling in his guts right now.
('Cause he ought to be used to this, right?).
Peter is talking more, and Ben catches bits - security stations and reroute and Peter sounds like he's got the situation well in hand. Ben crosses his arms tightly over his chest, and manages a tight nod. He's pretty sure whatever he's agreeing to is a good plan. Peter's smart and good. It must be a good plan. A plan he will help with as soon as he can shake off this... whatever and just. Be fine.
But he definitely doesn't look fine, isn't acting fine. He's standing well back from those monitors, hands gripping his arms, jaw set, completely silent. Ben tends towards the quiet side - less so with Peter now that the two of them have gotten closer - but this is way beyond the norm for him.
Finally, a thought manages to push its way through the haze and he actually articulates it, words coming out stilted and a bit odd: ]
There could be tapes. Archived. Can you - find out?