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@vandync​ // brooklyn nine-nine starters

    Chewing the inside of his cheek, Peter’s hands are clasped and sat in his lap, trying to avoid playing with them too much-- another nervous tick that he doesn’t need right now. His foot taps against the ground, and his chest feels hollow, the weight that’s been pressing down on his chest ever since he decided to become a hero finally pushing too hard, and managing to CRACK him, seemingly beyond recovery. Maybe the universe is playing some sick game with him or something, trying to see just how MANY times it can break him before he finally shatters for good. This one...it’s a heavy hit. The whole world knows who he is, and on top of that, they think he’s a CRIMINAL. 

    The thought of getting a lawyer sounds like a step in the right direction, but it hardly does anything to ease the anxiety that pools in the pit of his stomach, eyes glassy as he blinks rapidly to try and push every single overwhelming emotion from spilling over the top. A lawyer...he’ll have a case...and maybe even get his name cleared. And even if it doesn’t help much, her words are still reassuring. He appreciates it. 

                 “ Not  sure  if  this  is  what  I’d  call  an  emergency,  Hope. ”  Carol  smiles  as  she  flies  back  down  to  her  base,  right  hand  covering  the  new  communicator  in  her  ear,  “ But,  you  know  what?  That  sounds  fun,  if  you’re  being  serious.  Give  me  10  minutes. ”