"Wow, you must be annoyed constantly." Because he's always right, get it? Crisis over, Pete smirks and shoves his own problems back under the wiseass persona where he can deal with them later. Or never. Never is good.
He pulls himself up and takes a deep breath, then winces when his rib cage reminds him that's a bad idea. "Yeah, I'll sort it out. There are so many people who want a crack at me I oughta be able to get plenty of help to hunt myself down." Don't even try to tell him Gamora wouldn't enjoy sticking a sword in his doppelganger.
"I'll wrap it up ASAP and see about getting back here. Someone has to be able to open a portal. Maximus. Galactus. The condescending guy with the prisons." It says something that Reed Richards ranks underneath a criminally insane Inhuman prince and a cosmic entity who eats planets on Pete's list of people to ask for help. "In the meantime, this lot and Worldmind can probably keep you alive despite your best efforts."
He looks over the assembled Legionnaires with the non-sarcastic half-smile that means it's a compliment (to Rich's friends, anyway), his eyes catching for a moment on Vance. Does he know--eh, it can wait. Turning back to Rich, Pete lets his voice drop to hide it from the others beneath the hum of machinery. "Let your team help you, Richie."
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He pulls himself up and takes a deep breath, then winces when his rib cage reminds him that's a bad idea. "Yeah, I'll sort it out. There are so many people who want a crack at me I oughta be able to get plenty of help to hunt myself down." Don't even try to tell him Gamora wouldn't enjoy sticking a sword in his doppelganger.
"I'll wrap it up ASAP and see about getting back here. Someone has to be able to open a portal. Maximus. Galactus. The condescending guy with the prisons." It says something that Reed Richards ranks underneath a criminally insane Inhuman prince and a cosmic entity who eats planets on Pete's list of people to ask for help. "In the meantime, this lot and Worldmind can probably keep you alive despite your best efforts."
He looks over the assembled Legionnaires with the non-sarcastic half-smile that means it's a compliment (to Rich's friends, anyway), his eyes catching for a moment on Vance. Does he know--eh, it can wait. Turning back to Rich, Pete lets his voice drop to hide it from the others beneath the hum of machinery. "Let your team help you, Richie."