[ At the mention of 'experimented on', Peter reflexively reaches up to run a hand through his shorn scalp, the hair he used to have ... cut down to a thin fuzz. ]
Okay. [ He nods, letting his hand fall back to his side. Maybe he'll reach over and have some of his water.
Yeah.
Okay. She's right. He's working himself up, freaking out, and he really doesn't know anything about this place except that he's here now and he's got a billion questions. ] It can't have been random. It can't. But then ... I don't know why it was me and not ... [ Falcon? Bucky? Antman? ] ... someone else.
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Okay. [ He nods, letting his hand fall back to his side. Maybe he'll reach over and have some of his water.
Yeah.
Okay. She's right. He's working himself up, freaking out, and he really doesn't know anything about this place except that he's here now and he's got a billion questions. ] It can't have been random. It can't. But then ... I don't know why it was me and not ... [ Falcon? Bucky? Antman? ] ... someone else.