It comes out wry, more bitter than he'd intended. Of everything that happened, the Company is the only obstacle to him returning to his old life. His 'suicide attempt', his sudden resignation, his months-long break, all of those things wouldn't look great on his CV, but he's sure he'd be able to find a new nursing job. The only problem is the Company. Would they hunt him down again? Who would they hurt to get to him? Peter doesn't know the answer to these questions, and he can't risk collateral damage.
More than that, he wants to do something. Not just nursing, not just waiting by people's beds and making them comfortable. Something big, something useful, something good. That urge had led him to a high school in Texas, covered in his own blood and resetting his own broken bones, but he'd saved the cheerleader. Had he saved the world? He doesn't know. But the feeling had been unforgettable. It had felt right.
As far as he can tell, the next step in being a hero is taking down a company that tortures and incarcerates people like them, one that's maybe working on a biological weapon and fuck knows what else.
Alone, that might be a daunting prospect. But he has Adam.
"Yeah, I'm ready." Peter's voice settles into something more sure as he squeezes Adam's fingers. He nudges his forehead one last time against Adam's nape before reluctantly withdrawing his hand, and sits up, blankets piling on his lap, stretching with a bitten-off noise. "And even though I'm sure you did a good job at keeping this place off the grid, they could find us any day now, so we need to be ready. I have no idea what kind of powers their people have."
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It comes out wry, more bitter than he'd intended. Of everything that happened, the Company is the only obstacle to him returning to his old life. His 'suicide attempt', his sudden resignation, his months-long break, all of those things wouldn't look great on his CV, but he's sure he'd be able to find a new nursing job. The only problem is the Company. Would they hunt him down again? Who would they hurt to get to him? Peter doesn't know the answer to these questions, and he can't risk collateral damage.
More than that, he wants to do something. Not just nursing, not just waiting by people's beds and making them comfortable. Something big, something useful, something good. That urge had led him to a high school in Texas, covered in his own blood and resetting his own broken bones, but he'd saved the cheerleader. Had he saved the world? He doesn't know. But the feeling had been unforgettable. It had felt right.
As far as he can tell, the next step in being a hero is taking down a company that tortures and incarcerates people like them, one that's maybe working on a biological weapon and fuck knows what else.
Alone, that might be a daunting prospect. But he has Adam.
"Yeah, I'm ready." Peter's voice settles into something more sure as he squeezes Adam's fingers. He nudges his forehead one last time against Adam's nape before reluctantly withdrawing his hand, and sits up, blankets piling on his lap, stretching with a bitten-off noise. "And even though I'm sure you did a good job at keeping this place off the grid, they could find us any day now, so we need to be ready. I have no idea what kind of powers their people have."