Worry (Peter, Svetlana, Aly?)

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It was possibly too much for the human brain to fathom how many showers Peter took after being in that place below the Thames. But it was a lot. A lot of showers. Showery goodness, washing away the eeeuuuggghhhhhhh. Finally, regrettably, Peter stepped out from under the stream of water and he toweled himself off. He needed to post and explain to people what had happened. Needed to let them know. But once he'd dressed and stepped into the bedroom, he saw his wife on the bed holding Svetlana...and his plans changed. "Hey..." He said softly, crossing to them. His daughter, Rasputina, was in Svetlana's arms and he kissed the infant's head as he knelt in front of them. "Svetlana. I'm glad to see you, Sweetheart. Do you...need to talk?" The events of the day had unnerved her, and Peter didn't really want Svetlana unnerved. He could love her the way she was now. But he never forgot who she had been...

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Svetlana grinned, and gave a silly little laugh. "We all are. Aren't we, baby girl?" She lifted Rasputina into her arms, and bounced her with the ease and love of an expert mother. She looked to Peter for a moment, her eyes filled with the love of a mother for her child's father, but completely platonic for that. She felt that her fears had been assuaged, and some future assured. It didn't matter that there was a river of blood. They could still stand and fight. And that was the important thing.