Peter leans back from his makeshift workstation at the picnic table so that Rocket can scoot in and inspect his work if he'd like to. Instead of fidgeting with the flashbang Peter's fidgeting with the small screwdriver he's plucked up from the table. Much safer for his nervous habit.
And their collective eyes.
"Whether it's a flashbang or not remains to be seen."
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Peter leans back from his makeshift workstation at the picnic table so that Rocket can scoot in and inspect his work if he'd like to. Instead of fidgeting with the flashbang Peter's fidgeting with the small screwdriver he's plucked up from the table. Much safer for his nervous habit.
And their collective eyes.
"Whether it's a flashbang or not remains to be seen."