Grabbing Peter hurriedly by the arm to get his message across, he found he was smearing the younger man's own blood over the thin, torn up jacket he wore. It was all over Matt's hands and he'd been kneeling in it too. It would be alarming with that much blood on him except ... yeah. They'd done this a lot of times before. And while Matt would never get used to pulling items out of his friend he'd grown far too accustomed to the sight of his blood and injuries.
He'd hissed the request between his teeth and when Peter fell silent he moved his head to the side, listening. For anything. Sounds or intentions. It took him a lot of effort and strain to get sounds past the shrill and it didn't make his headache feel any better, but they both knew they had to pay close attention. When he caught something he looked up at Peter and only gave a brief nod to their right - their conversations had grown shorter and shorter after all this time, at least in these situations.
Peter would get it: got to move.
Of course, moving swiftly when you were suddenly aware of the pain shooting up your side wasn't very easy, and something caught slightly in Matt's breathing when he followed his friend. Peter would be a lot faster, but it wasn't all about speed.
And when they did move to get out of there the rest of the bomber group spotted them and gave chase. Not all of them, some of them stayed behind, but enough of them started running up to them with the intention of teaching them a lesson.
Others circled the area. Matt could hear them, keeping distance for now but fully intent on seeing what they could get in the commotion they all expected.
Where were their things? Third floor? Matt didn't think too much of the building had fallen in and he thought their particular area would be okay. The question was if they wanted to risk going there to grab their things or not.
The only feasible way they'd manage that would be with teleportation.
But that would also expose them and make them even more of a target in the future.
Matt grabbed Peter by the arm again and voiced this as quickly as he could, mentally projecting to fill in the gaps, all the while looking around for an opening. It was a good thing most people had abandoned ranged weapons a while ago. Thre weren't any new bullets to be found after they were fired, after all, and this bought them a moment to think.
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Grabbing Peter hurriedly by the arm to get his message across, he found he was smearing the younger man's own blood over the thin, torn up jacket he wore. It was all over Matt's hands and he'd been kneeling in it too. It would be alarming with that much blood on him except ... yeah. They'd done this a lot of times before. And while Matt would never get used to pulling items out of his friend he'd grown far too accustomed to the sight of his blood and injuries.
He'd hissed the request between his teeth and when Peter fell silent he moved his head to the side, listening. For anything. Sounds or intentions. It took him a lot of effort and strain to get sounds past the shrill and it didn't make his headache feel any better, but they both knew they had to pay close attention. When he caught something he looked up at Peter and only gave a brief nod to their right - their conversations had grown shorter and shorter after all this time, at least in these situations.
Peter would get it: got to move.
Of course, moving swiftly when you were suddenly aware of the pain shooting up your side wasn't very easy, and something caught slightly in Matt's breathing when he followed his friend. Peter would be a lot faster, but it wasn't all about speed.
And when they did move to get out of there the rest of the bomber group spotted them and gave chase. Not all of them, some of them stayed behind, but enough of them started running up to them with the intention of teaching them a lesson.
Others circled the area. Matt could hear them, keeping distance for now but fully intent on seeing what they could get in the commotion they all expected.
Where were their things? Third floor? Matt didn't think too much of the building had fallen in and he thought their particular area would be okay. The question was if they wanted to risk going there to grab their things or not.
The only feasible way they'd manage that would be with teleportation.
But that would also expose them and make them even more of a target in the future.
Matt grabbed Peter by the arm again and voiced this as quickly as he could, mentally projecting to fill in the gaps, all the while looking around for an opening. It was a good thing most people had abandoned ranged weapons a while ago. Thre weren't any new bullets to be found after they were fired, after all, and this bought them a moment to think.
But only a moment.