"Protect us? Protect us? You have no idea what it did to us! To everyone!"
So much anger. Five years worth. Emotion that should have been turned to forgiveness and love, as it had for Nathan. But what she was saying, the words that she kept choosing to let him hear...
Ice was covering the floor in a 5-foot radius around him. Peter drew in his breath, electricity crackling in his fingers.
And then, there was Nathan. Peter felt the hand on his shoulder, and shut his eyes, pushing away his rage the best he could. The sparks at his fingertips dissipated, and he released his breath slowly.
"No," he agreed, through clenched teeth. "Not now." Peter leaned into the touch for a moment, to let Nathan know it was alright, he was okay, before turning and going back up the stairs to his room. A room, at least. If Annie or Mantis met him at the top of the stairs, he wouldn't protest.