*gently presses a hand against your face* [renholder-walker]
“…your hands are cold. Have you been sticking them in a freezer?”
Peter gasps at the sudden feeling within him. His first reaction is to jerk his hands away, but he cant. His heart begins to pick up speed, beating twice as fast as it already does, and he can feel pain.
“S-st..” He cant get his words out, his chest feels tight and every nerve in his body feels like it’s on fire.
“Stop!” He shouts when he can finally get a good breath in. Almost instantly, the feeling seems to subside and he can breath again, and he doesn’t feel like he’s in the middle of some kind of disaster .”What the hell was that?”
She makes a silent sort of laugh. She’d been playing to intimidate him, to mess with him. To frighten.
And didn’t know how much was too much, anymore. He’s flung her hands away from him, smart enough to know that if she’s not touching him, he’s safe.
“That’s what it feels like. To be canon-fodder.” Renholder’s grin is a little cracked, it always is. “You should know.”

















