Was it odd he didn’t actually have an answer to that question? He imagined that too her, that answering with which planet you were from, was easy. To Steve, this was entirely new. It wasn’t often he had to explain what world he was from, though Terra seemed correct. He could only speculate, but he remembered old conversations with Thor about the galaxy.
“Yes,” he nodded, though his certainty was a little lacklustre.
Of course now, her dress became apparent to him. A t-shirt and underwear.
He cleared his throat, shaking his head as his gaze lowered out of decency.
Who the hell was Peter Quill?
“Space?” Rogers was looking at her again, careful not to look anywhere else on her save her face. There was very real disbelief in his voice.
How the hell had he gotten here?
Was she even telling the truth?
What reason could she have to lie?
“I…” No, he couldn’t hide his clear concern at being on some stranger’s ship, in the middle of space, with a pink woman currently scantily clad. “Sorry, who’s ship? And, who are you?”
she gestured out the window, at the field of white stars cutting through the field of black like hot diamonds. it was space, and no other way to prove it. out there was the expanse of practical nothingness.
❛ peter quill. star-lord. he is from terra too. ❜ pausing. ❛ terra is earth. earth is terra. ❜
she didn’t seem bothered by her clothing, or lack thereof — seemingly okay with being how she was, where she was, in front of a stranger. putting her tea down on the table, she gave him her full attention.
❛ i am bereet. i am sorry you’re confused, but do you remember how you left terra? we saved you from another ship. ❜
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