Oof. [ peter winces at the crunch the spirits make as they hit the trees. there's a quirk of his lips and a comment about making sure not to get on her wrong side on the tip of his tongue that he doesn't quite get around to saying before davina speaks first.
the vast majority of peter's jokes serve two functions: one, a distraction — for himself, to distract himself from how utterly terrifying this can be for him, even now; and for whoever he's swinging in to help, to distract them from how utterly terrifying it can be to have a guy in spandex appear from wherever to (try and) save them from whatever the unfortunate situation of the day might be.
the second is for entertainment, and that's slightly more nebulous. mostly, they're for peter to entertain himself, which means that as far as being funny goes, he's pretty much the only person who finds himself funny. there's a momentary flicker of a thought, then, at how mildly embarrassing it is every time a joke doesn't land, but it's shrugged off almost immediately. ]
—The Supremes? [ he repeats, slightly incredulously; it's punctuated by a breath of a pause as he glances over his shoulder, back towards the noises that are way closer than peter's comfortable with. (his head is killing him, and all he wants is to sleep, just for a couple of hours—
ugh.)
he inhales, attention shifting back to davina. ] Stop! In the name of love? [ less incredulously, but accompanied by peter holding up a hand as if to say 'stop!'. his other hand, he holds out towards davina — her wounds look mostly superficial, but those are only the ones peter can see. the lanterns don't provide quite enough light for him to really assess her condition. ] —Look, I know I just said that I don't think the Supremes managed to break out of being successful on Earth, but it's a classic.
[ regardless, he barely gives her time to respond: she's right — they should move. he's not sure how long the two of them would be able to hold the approaching spirits off, so their best chance of survival is to get out of here before the spirits reach them. the question is: what would be quickest and safest way back to town? ] How hurt are you? [ beat; amendment. ] How quickly can you move? I can carry you, if it comes to it.
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the vast majority of peter's jokes serve two functions: one, a distraction — for himself, to distract himself from how utterly terrifying this can be for him, even now; and for whoever he's swinging in to help, to distract them from how utterly terrifying it can be to have a guy in spandex appear from wherever to (try and) save them from whatever the unfortunate situation of the day might be.
the second is for entertainment, and that's slightly more nebulous. mostly, they're for peter to entertain himself, which means that as far as being funny goes, he's pretty much the only person who finds himself funny. there's a momentary flicker of a thought, then, at how mildly embarrassing it is every time a joke doesn't land, but it's shrugged off almost immediately. ]
—The Supremes? [ he repeats, slightly incredulously; it's punctuated by a breath of a pause as he glances over his shoulder, back towards the noises that are way closer than peter's comfortable with. (his head is killing him, and all he wants is to sleep, just for a couple of hours—
ugh.)
he inhales, attention shifting back to davina. ] Stop! In the name of love? [ less incredulously, but accompanied by peter holding up a hand as if to say 'stop!'. his other hand, he holds out towards davina — her wounds look mostly superficial, but those are only the ones peter can see. the lanterns don't provide quite enough light for him to really assess her condition. ] —Look, I know I just said that I don't think the Supremes managed to break out of being successful on Earth, but it's a classic.
[ regardless, he barely gives her time to respond: she's right — they should move. he's not sure how long the two of them would be able to hold the approaching spirits off, so their best chance of survival is to get out of here before the spirits reach them. the question is: what would be quickest and safest way back to town? ] How hurt are you? [ beat; amendment. ] How quickly can you move? I can carry you, if it comes to it.