[ castiel apologises and peter, quite suddenly, feels guilty. he inhales; it's a quiet breath and he looks away from castiel before raising a hand and pulling the bottom of his mask up. it rests, scrunched up, on the top of his head, tufts of hair curling slightly messily from underneath.
(peter, castiel had said. there wasn't really any point in denying it: castiel had been able to tell his name from their first meeting on the beach. is it annoying? sure, but it wasn't really any different to jonah knowing, or johnny, or felicia, or any of the avengers, or—
god, he really needed to work on the secret identity thing, didn't he?)
his lips quirk downwards, just for a second, and a flicker of hesitation crosses his features. ] No, I—. [ beat. ] I didn't think, [ he admits, somewhere between sheepish and resigned. another pause, then: ] Why?
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(peter, castiel had said. there wasn't really any point in denying it: castiel had been able to tell his name from their first meeting on the beach. is it annoying? sure, but it wasn't really any different to jonah knowing, or johnny, or felicia, or any of the avengers, or—
god, he really needed to work on the secret identity thing, didn't he?)
his lips quirk downwards, just for a second, and a flicker of hesitation crosses his features. ] No, I—. [ beat. ] I didn't think, [ he admits, somewhere between sheepish and resigned. another pause, then: ] Why?