[The Barge may never know how Pietro convinced Alex to sit through most of a game of chess, because Alex could literally not care less about chess. Chess is stupid. And boring.]
[So yeah, he's losing pretty terribly - and is annoyed about it - when the flood hits. He doesn't notice that it has for a while, because he's too busy being annoyed, but eventually he leans forward to move one of his remaining pawns and - wow, has he been moving this fast the whole time? That's. Not right at all. That's the opposite of right. He tries to draw his hand back, but he's moving too quickly and is too surprised to keep his hands in line, so he knocks his communicator onto the floor.]
—tro? I think something weird's happening.
[Have a view of Alex's ceiling, Barge.]
[There's a pause in which Pietro looks to Alex, looks to the communicator, and looks back to Alex. The speed at which you just moved, sir. A bead of sweat trickles down his nose in the time it takes him to do that (he feels warm, why does he feel so warm), which is a substantially longer stretch of time than it should. When his voice carries over the communicator, it could not possibly sound more annoyed:] Fantastic. Apparently it's no longer sufficient to reduce me to human levels on a whim, now the Admiral has to speed everyone else up as well. Why not encase me in carbonite at this rate—
[And now Alex sounds pretty alarmed, because he's more or less catching on to what's happening, and this is really really really bad.]
You need to calm down right now. You hear me? Take a breath or something, Jesus—
[Pietro is practically yelling by now,] I will not calm—
[—And that flash of red light looks an awful lot like a plasma blast.]
[So yeah, he's losing pretty terribly - and is annoyed about it - when the flood hits. He doesn't notice that it has for a while, because he's too busy being annoyed, but eventually he leans forward to move one of his remaining pawns and - wow, has he been moving this fast the whole time? That's. Not right at all. That's the opposite of right. He tries to draw his hand back, but he's moving too quickly and is too surprised to keep his hands in line, so he knocks his communicator onto the floor.]
—tro? I think something weird's happening.
[Have a view of Alex's ceiling, Barge.]
[There's a pause in which Pietro looks to Alex, looks to the communicator, and looks back to Alex. The speed at which you just moved, sir. A bead of sweat trickles down his nose in the time it takes him to do that (he feels warm, why does he feel so warm), which is a substantially longer stretch of time than it should. When his voice carries over the communicator, it could not possibly sound more annoyed:] Fantastic. Apparently it's no longer sufficient to reduce me to human levels on a whim, now the Admiral has to speed everyone else up as well. Why not encase me in carbonite at this rate—
[And now Alex sounds pretty alarmed, because he's more or less catching on to what's happening, and this is really really really bad.]
You need to calm down right now. You hear me? Take a breath or something, Jesus—
[Pietro is practically yelling by now,] I will not calm—
[—And that flash of red light looks an awful lot like a plasma blast.]
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