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Peter paused for a moment at the question, standing still in the crowd that was currently hurrying to get out of some unscheduled sim-rain. Juno could see the droplets clouding Nureyev’s glasses and running down his face like he was dripping diamonds. 

“Can you hold my hand?” Peter repeated, his mouth turning up into a little grin. Juno immediately regretted asking.

“Hey, just wouldn’t want you to get lost!” he huffed, throwing his hands into his coat pockets and squaring his shoulders. “But whatever you’re so tall I could find you easy enough anyway.”

“I keep telling you, people on Mars are just short,” Peter said, taking a moment to try and wipe water from his glasses in vain, “it’s concerning, what do they put in the water here?”

“Mind control drugs if Mick is to be believed,” Juno said with a smirk.

“So, are you still trying to distract me from the fact that you just asked to hold my hand like a nervous teenager?” Nureyev’s smirk wiped Juno’s away.

“I-I dunno, is it wrong to ask?” Juno stammered, keeping his hands firmly tucked away in his coat pockets. He was all too aware of the fact that while he was standing there being stubborn the rain was coming down harder, turning the city gray. Juno shivered and wondered how Nureyev could look so graceful soaked to the bone like that.

“Not at all,” Peter extended his hand with a smile. There was a moment where Juno hesitated and Peter sighed. “Come now, Juno, these shoes are designer, not made for splashing in puddles.”

“Alright!” Juno said, grabbing Peter’s hand. Immediately, Nureyev pulled Juno underneath a nearby awning, and close to his chest, as gracefully as if they’d been dancing. Peter opened his coat a little and held it around Juno like he was trying to shield him from the storm. 

“Well you took too long and now we’ll have to wait it out here,” he said. “come closer, dear, you’re shaking like a snitch the day of the heist.”

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“Respect the unexpected.” 

“Persistent, aren’t they?” Nureyev panted, running a hand through his hair as he took a moment to catch his breath. Juno flinched as another gunshot rang out in the warehouse, a random shot meant only to intimidate them. 

“How many are left?” he asked, glancing around Nureyev and the corner of the crate they were crouched behind to see if any shadows were approaching in the dark. It was moments like this where he almost missed the THEA. A little infrared would go a long way right about now in the darkness. 

“I can’t tell, maybe four?” Peter guessed. “They’re too spread out. With us in the center of the room like this... I need to find a way to get them to group up. Or to get us out of the kill box.”

“A distraction. I can do that,” Juno said. 

“What?” Nureyev shook his head. “No, I rather not watch you do something stupid and get hurt. Just give me a second.”

“I can do this, I can do things sometimes you know,” Juno shot back. “See that conveyor belt over there? I’ll start it up, draw them out with the noise.”

“Do you even know how to turn it on?” Peter said, his voice nearing anger but only because Juno was insisting on another self-sacrificial move when he could come up with a different plan in a few seconds if the detective just let him think a moment.

“Yes. Well... maybe. I can figure it out,” Juno said.

“I’m not about to let you risk finding out!” Peter hissed.

Another gunshot rang out in the dark and Juno sighed angrily. “What does that matter? its my decision, isn’t it? Wait here.”