008 | VOICE -> VIDEO

[myresponsibility]

[Warden Filter]

So, uh, has anyone else noticed any weird, panels or something like- [And Peter is turning on the video feed, fumbling with the camera for a moment and pointing it at the wall. You can see Peter's hand stretch out and gently pull back a misaligned wall panel to reveal it pulling away slowly, leaving a gap between it and the innards of the wall, which is definitely big enough for someone to squeeze through if he moves it a couple more inches.] This?

I don't want anyone to like, freak out, [Considering they were doing that enough already.] because it doesn't look like something broke it or anything, but. It's still weird.

[And, you know, deeply concerning if the Barge was actually falling apart or something.]

Has anything like this happened before?

[Private to Bond]

Dude, where are you?

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[That takes the wind out of whatever other protest he was going to voice, and he stops, staring for a moment before letting out a heavy sigh and nodding.

He still runs off for a moment and comes back with blankets and two bottles of water, passing both through the bars.]

I'll go keep an eye on her, just- [He doesn't really know how to explain it, doesn't really want to get into what happened with his uncle or Captain Stacy, that he's really damn tired of finding out there's effectively nothing he can do to help people.] Tell me if I can do something, okay? Please.

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[He doesn't know if he should be relieved or not when Peter goes, but he's pacing again when the teen comes back, and his glare is immedate and telling - you shouldn't be here, you should be with her - but he takes the blankets, and the bottles. And he jerks his head up once in a sharp nod.]

All I want, [he managed to grind out, because what he wanted was to yell and scream,] is her looked after.

[He leans into the bars, keeping his voice low through some miracle, because he knows that Ivy is freezing her ass off a cell away.] Please.

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[Peter nods quickly, his throat suddenly feeling tight, and he presses his lips together, nodding again. He's not going to cry, or anything embarrassing like that, but he's sick of this, of being helpless to do anything substantial, of being able to get people out of dangerous situations.]

Okay. Okay.

[And he turns to hurry away, looking back once, before forcing himself to keep running out of Zero and up the stairs to Vesper's room.]

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[And ironically, it's the last thing on James' mind. He knows danger, he knows bad situations, and he's lived through them, for the most part. He's not afraid to be down here. He is afraid to leave Vesper alone, and Slade checking in on her isn't enough for him.

As Peter leaves, his hands are tight on the bars, back bowed and teeth clenched. He doesn't notice when Parker looks back, because he's rocking a little; the hallucinations are getting worse, but it's all right. There's actually relief etched into the lines of his body. She'll be safe.