( for a split-second, when she chooses not to say anything about the avengers, he looks up at her. he doesn't imagine to know what it means, if anything at all, so opts to act like he didn't notice anything but instead files it away for future reference, just on the off chance.
instead, there's an eyebrow quirk when she gestures to the lamp. it's punctuated by a shrug and he lifts a foot, bringing it down heavily onto the lamp. it's oddly cathartic and there's a satisfying crunch with the first stomp.
disappointingly, the lamp doesn't complete shatter - instead, peter's boot travels through the centre of the lamp, more or less severing it in two, resulting in a pointed and noticeable lack of fragments. he pauses, readjusts his weight and stomps on the base of the base, the crunch less satisfying this time as the china buries and embeds itself in the carpet.
peter huffs a sigh and toes the fragments of the lamp with his boot, kicking some of the more sizeable shards up and out, before bending down and picking a sizeable, pointed piece.
he holds it carefully between forefinger and thumb — why carefully? who knows, it's not as if it really matters — and starts to roll up his sleeves.
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instead, there's an eyebrow quirk when she gestures to the lamp. it's punctuated by a shrug and he lifts a foot, bringing it down heavily onto the lamp. it's oddly cathartic and there's a satisfying crunch with the first stomp.
disappointingly, the lamp doesn't complete shatter - instead, peter's boot travels through the centre of the lamp, more or less severing it in two, resulting in a pointed and noticeable lack of fragments. he pauses, readjusts his weight and stomps on the base of the base, the crunch less satisfying this time as the china buries and embeds itself in the carpet.
peter huffs a sigh and toes the fragments of the lamp with his boot, kicking some of the more sizeable shards up and out, before bending down and picking a sizeable, pointed piece.
he holds it carefully between forefinger and thumb — why carefully? who knows, it's not as if it really matters — and starts to roll up his sleeves.
(what? they're his only clothes for now.) )