A man falls from the sky.
Honestly, weirder things have happened, but the point remains that a man falls from the sky â and that man is Peter Quill. Missing for some time, presumed dead by his teammates, friends, and loved ones, and now here. In the flesh.
Smashed onto the ground, face flarking first, and his whole body aching, like heâs been run over by his own krutacking ship or something. Heâs taken good care of it, hasnât he? And this is the flarking thanks he gets?
Frowning, grimacing, Peter balls both hands into fists around his element guns and pulls himself up. Itâs a slow process, more painful than anything heâs feeling anywhere in his body, actually â and after what seems like an eternity, he manages it. (Not that heâs the best judge of time; things in his head are really fuzzy right now. Thereâs this image in his mindâs eye of some guy in a white beard and a robe, asking him the same question: Do you feel the basis for your life is wrong?âŚ.)
Anyway. Heâs got more important things to focus on. Blinking at his surroundings, he mutters to the guns, âCharge?â
Only to get the most unhelpful cool, automated reply in history: âUnknown. Parameter error.â
He pulls the trigger on one of them then â only to test it, just to make a rock or something. No big deal.
But he isnât bargaining for it to make a whole tree sprout out in front of him.
Her life was changing. Itâs a funny statement considering how in flux things often were for Kitty Pryde. Ever since she was a teenager, she had learned to roll with the punches. Being a mutant? We can handle it. Xavierâs dead? Step up to the challenge and lead the school. But this? Reality bending? It was a little out of her pay grade no matter badly she wanted to hold it together. Her other self was a pirate, for chrissakes. A pirate who had ditched Kitty for Kate. It had crossed Kittyâs mind a few times, but her name was part of who she was. She couldnât imagine just changing it.
As it stood, she was needing to be alone more and more. Helping chaperone the X-Men: Blue team was a full time job when they werenât under Emma and Scottâs sway, and Kitty had a pounding migraine that was going on day three. She was holding it together, of course, but she wanted to find a wide open space where she could scream loud enough to put Siryn to shame. Instead, she found her ex-fiancee. Or, at least, someone who looked like it.
âPeter?â The word was spoken as a question, her voice raising in pitch during the last syllable. He was scruffier looking then she remembered. Then again, he probably wasnât hers at all with this multiverse bullshit. âIâm sorry, did you just make a tree?â