“ Bloody hell. “ murmured Detective Carter. “ — you could have been hurt!! or worse, killed. “
“Oh, uh, right. Yeah, it’s all good. I can take it.” He grinned wide despite the situation. “Really, I’m good.”
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“ Bloody hell. “ murmured Detective Carter. “ — you could have been hurt!! or worse, killed. “
“Oh, uh, right. Yeah, it’s all good. I can take it.” He grinned wide despite the situation. “Really, I’m good.”
Grimace in place, he feels slightly irritated–not to mention insulted–at the blonde’s snort. “Laugh it up, pretty boy,” a scoff, and he starts pulling up his boxers. “Who the hell are you supposed to be?”
Peter did exactly that even without the prompt. “Aw, you think I’m pretty. Don’t blame ya’, I’m pretty hot.” He shrugged, his amusement still obvious. “The name’s Peter. I’m the best person you’ll ever meet.”
“definitely. i mean, look at this guy. he’s adorable.”
“are you gonna keep him??”
“I don’t have time for fun so I make do which is exactly why we’re here, Peter,” Bruce responded, moving through the crowd towards the bar.
“You gotta make some time, Brucie bear. Can’t let life pass ya’ up or something like that. Think I read it in a book somewhere. But I guess this is good. Fancier than what I normally do.” He followed behind Bruce, glancing around with slightly wide eyes.
“You think you’re better? Yeah, not so sure of that.”
“Uh, yup. That’s exactly what I just said. Wanna bet??”
❛ alright — but i’m not dragging you out of here. ❜
“aww, ain’t you the sweetest. got it. i think i can manage.”
❛ do you think you can maybe slow down ? do you need a ride home or something ? ❜
“nah, think ‘m good. maybe. just...one more??”
“–Yes, I might have been awake for the past 32 hours. Yes, I might be running on caffine. Yes, I probably shouldn’t have been testing weapons, your point is?”
“Oh, I’m totally not judging. I’d do the same thing. Just curious to see if ya’ can actually hit something like this. Betcha I’m better.”
“—- oh my god. just look at how cute this little guy is. what did we ever do to deserve dogs?”
“we’re the lucky ones??”
“No. We can’t begin production until after the first. Yes. No. You need to get someone on that right away. Figure it out. Call me back later. I’m with a…friend,” Bruce said to his assistant on the other end of the phone before hanging up and saying, “Sorry. Business first.”
Peter could have rolled his eyes at that remark. He could never get why so many people took life so seriously. Like, really? Come on people, there was so much out there to explore. “You know, working all the time isn’t really fun. You gotta get out there and live a little.”
“Fuck me,” breathless, he reaches for his boxers. He’s been having these dreams–these nightmares–and perhaps they were meaningless, but he would wake up in a blanket of sweat, bed sheets stabbed. Better yet, he never slept in his own bed any more. Not by himself at least. “I know I said I’d be gone in the morning, but I… just gimme a sec.”
Quill snorted, eyebrow quirked as he leaned against the doorway, watching the other with an amused look twinkling in his blue orbs. “Well, ya’ know when someone asks me that, I don’t hesitate to jump on it, but I’m gonna go with you were talking to yourself.” He tilted his head, grin in place. “Dunno who was here with ya’, but I’m pretty sure they split already.”
I want the K [because why not? one way to meet someone]
5: Firm Kiss
Never again, Reed had told himself after the events of that night that he’d never drink again. Drinking had caused him and the others to all act like idiots, and had resulted in one death and whatever it was that had happened to them. Tonight though, as Reed couldn’t get Ben and how he would fail to keep his promise out of his head, he’d taken to drinking some whiskey he’d found. This only being the second time he’d drank it wasn’t long before he was pretty tipsy. That’s when he saw him. Ben. It was Ben right? No, that was silly Ben wasn’t here. Still his mind was seeing what, or rather who he wanted, the Ben he had grown up with, before the mutation, and the young genius put his hands on the sides of their arms, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I ruined everything” he muttered before pressing his lips against their’s.
Peter still couldn’t figure out where his ship and team were. He had finally escaped the Cancerverse, and he was still dealing with the sacrifices that had come with that. His mental state certainly wasn’t the best right now. Really, who would be fine after being stuck in another dimension with Thanos and your team members only to leave one of them behind to escape. It sucked majorly. Lost in his thoughts, Quill didn’t notice the other person until it was too late. Before he could ask the other to let him go, he felt lips against his own.
Eyes shooting wide open from shock, Peter stumbled back from the kiss. “Okay, not that I’m totally against a random make-out session, but I’m a little confused here.”
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trcstmyrxge:
“though i’m sure your little tale is wildly amusing, i do not care to hear it. kindly cease your incessant babbling.”
“well see if you ever get to hear one of my awesome tales, then. i’m, like, the best story teller ever.”
Feels nice to loosen up a bit!
“I feel you.”
“ —- ‘ey!! you!! what are you looking at?? why is this recess looking so —- much bigger? you’re too old to be here.”
“---old?! excuse me!”
notgracefullythalia:
“So now that I’m seeing this mansion, I’m thinking the place could use a little something. I was thinking some targets out back for all us archers?”
“Oh, oh a shooting range! I am all in if we have stuff for my guns too.”