hooked on a feeling

[rhaenyrastormborn]

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@guardiansgamora

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handassassin‌:

Elektra thrived on chaos. She was raised on chaos. Trained in it. It provided for a good distraction. That was why when she came back to New York, she enjoyed the state that the city was in. No one noticed a ghost when the streets were jam packed with them. However, maintaining her cover wasn’t so easy once everything began to go back to normal. Well, New York’s version of normal. The brunette stuck to the shadows, waiting for the opportune moment to step into the spotlight. Not yet - but soon. Elektra wiped the blood from her sai onto her handkerchief and walked out of the dark alleyway she’d met her latest victim. She walked right into the company of someone else and smiled dangerously. “It’s late. You should be careful. You never know who you’re going to run into.” 

Peter had learned pretty early in his life that the phrase itchy fingers wasn’t just a metaphor. At least, not for him. He figured it probably had a little something to do with how he was raised, something to do with the mindset he’d fallen into that reminded him that anyone who didn’t steal didn’t eat, but he also figured it didn’t matter much. What mattered was that, when he hadn’t stolen anything for a few days, Peter’s fingers itched. And right now, the feeling was unbearable. He saw the alleyway and walked towards it, figuring he could lift someone’s wallet as they walked by to get his fix, but his mind was pulled from the thought when a woman stepped out of the alley wiping a bloodied blade with her cloth. “I don’t scare easy,” he replied with a shrug, craning his neck to look into the alley. As he’d suspected, she’d left a body in her wake. “His wallet still on him?”

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ofscottlang‌:

“Uh, I guess it doesn’t?” Scott asked, still not sure entirely what a flerken was. Nodding in agreement, Scott silently accepted that it wasn’t a good comeback - but in his defense, he wasn’t trying to make a comeback since he knew what he was. Scott had long submitted to the fact that he wasn’t the smartest - or the handsomest - or the bravest - or the strongest - but, well, he was funny and that was something! And this guy certainly wasn’t funny, since his alien or whatever gimmick was running a little long. 

Looking the man up and down, Scott shook his head. “Uh, no, you would not. I mean, come on, the guy is jacked. It’d take more than a thousand years, that I can promise.” He remarked. Holding out his fingers, Scott attempted to do math - he might be an engineer, but mental math was hard. Counting on his fingers, Scott said, “Okay, I’m almost positive those numbers don’t work out, so I think you’re a part of the dumbass club with me, Unless the other half you are is half raccoon. though that might be an improvement.” Raising his eyebrows, Scott didn’t comment on the busting out of prison. Maybe the difference was that a lot of his crimes, he was actually pretty proud of - busting out hadn’t been much of a consideration. Plus, with Cassie… “I’ve stopped… San Francisco from blowing up. Smaller than the galaxy, but we have a huge population. And we have the Golden Gate Bridge, so that’s pretty cool!”

No flerkens. God, Terra was weird. Peter wondered if it had always been this strange or if it had changed since he’d been here, if things had shifted after his departure. It was clear that not everything was as it had been, at least. Technology still didn’t look quite as advanced as it did up in the stars, but it had certainly surpassed the tech of his Walkman. “I hate this planet,” he said flatly, sounding tired. How was he supposed to get used to this? When he’d announced the Guardians were going to Earth, he’d thought it would mean he’d finally be the one who understood things better than the rest of them, but clearly that wasn’t meant to be the case. 

“He’s also rich! He’s a king or something. He’s never had to worry about, like, anything. It’s pretty easy to be jacked when that’s your situation! Plus, the guy’s a real dick.” He tilted his head as the man in front of him started counting on his fingers, eyes narrowing. “Uh, no, I’m not. I’m smart, you’re dumb. That’s the only math you need, buddy.” He blinked at the mention of a raccoon. “Wait, you’ve met Rocket? I keep telling him to keep his krutaking ass on the ship until we can figure out whether or not animal control’s gonna lock him up! I am not picking him up when he gets put in the pound. He can deal with Drax doing it.” He was mostly muttering to himself now, almost oblivious to the guy in front of him until he spoke again. “Oh, wow, you saved one city from blowing up? That’s great. That’s really impressive. Maybe you didn’t hear me --- I saved the galaxy. Twice!”

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guardiansgamora‌:

The ship was quickly whirring to life, it wasn’t the type of ship she was used to piloting, but it didn’t take her long to get acclimated to the cockpit. Her finger slipped and she hit a button that let out a strange crackling sound – and music started playing. Cursing under her breath, she flipped the switch and took a breath, only to hear a man’s voice behind her. Not only that, he said her name. Gamora turned around and grabbed the blade on her hip – the one that Thanos had given her, and immediately pointed it at the man’s neck. Knowing her name wasn’t the strange part, it was the fact he had used it instead of murderess or Daughter of Thanos – he said it like it meant something to him. And that crept under her skin.

Gamora leaned over to the active display and activated the autopilot and the larger display showed their plotted course. Xandar’s name also appearing on the display. “You said my name like you know me…” Gamora started, her voice low and her eyes locked onto his face. She should have told him to get dressed – but this way, he had no surprises – no weapons that he could draw. “Who the hell are you?” 

In an instant, there was a blade against his throat. Peter’s hands went up instinctively, even as the confusion shone through on his face. It was Gamora. He knew it was Gamora. Even if he hadn’t known the lines of her face with as much familiarity as his own, even if he hadn’t memorized the scent of her hair or the sound of her voice, the knife against his throat offered all the proof he needed. It was her dagger, the same one she always carried, the same one she took out from time to time to look at in a way that always made him pretend not to see it because it was a private moment. There was nothing private about it now. She was looking at him with a fire in her eyes, and while any other day Peter might have enjoyed it a little, today it put him on edge.

“I do know you, Gamora,” he replied, sounding as confused as he felt. “Better --- better than anybody. It’s me, Gamora, it’s Peter. Is this --- Is this a sex thing? You know I like this kinda stuff, but you gotta tell me when we’re doing it. And... maybe not hold your knife in a way that makes it hurt to swallow. Seriously, where are we going?”

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guardiansgamora‌:

“Stop it,” Gamora hissed. “You’re only saying that because you want to have the last word and you need to buy yourself some time to think of something clever to say.” Taking a step back from Peter, she took in a sharp breath and tried to quell what she was feeling. But despite her best efforts, it was clear that Peter hadn’t learned a damn thing. Dealing with Peter most days was like dealing with a child – who drank. Whenever they did finish a contract, whenever they did win, most of their winnings were immediately spent on booze and otherwise impressing the locals with how great they were. Peter had no understanding of what the team actually needed.

“You’ll—” Gamora closed the distance between them and then grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. She wasn’t sure if any of the others would believe him, but they’d talk about it for months after and it’d be hell. “You won’t be able to tell them anything if I cut out your tongue, Peter.”

“I am not! I never think of clever things to say,” Peter snapped back, realizing only after the words left his mouth that they weren’t exactly a compliment towards himself. “I mean --- I mean because I don’t think. I don’t have to think. I’m already clever.” And crashing and burning, but luckily Peter had never been a man boggled down by shame. He could insult himself a thousand times over without feeling an ounce of embarrassment... and he often did just that. 

Gamora grabbed his collar, and Peter smirked faintly as she pulled him in. The deadliest woman in the galaxy had him by the throat, and he knew he should be scared but... He wasn’t. If anything, he was enjoying it. Probably a little too much. “You won’t cut out my tongue,” he replied, raising his brows. “You like it too much.”

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guardiansgamora‌:

Gamora didn’t want to pull away from Peter, in fact, she barely pulled away from him at all despite the fact that Groot had absolutely spotted them. It was a decently sized ship but there were a lot of bodies – and it wasn’t like Peter and Gamora had tried to keep this moment private. It just spilled out all at once. They had spent so much time dancing around three words and acting like unspoken was enough – that it mattered what was between them – but it was supposed to be casual. And neither of them had ever said they wanted more than that. Another unspoken thing between them. What they wanted was just as much a secret to each other as what they were supposed to be to each other. 

But now all of that was out in the open. Those words were said – and Groot had found them out in the same moment. Everyone knew all at once. Gamora leaned in and pressed a kiss to Peter’s bottom lip and considered staying in this spot for a while longer. But their luck, Groot was collecting their friends to come watch – or Drax would come out of nowhere and show his face or Mantis would drop in. Either way, this moment was over, no matter how much Gamora was trying to hold onto it.

“The sex talk – does his kind even—” Gamora immediately brought her hand up to Peter’s mouth and she silenced him before he could speak, realizing that Peter would probably have an answer for that question. “Don’t you dare,” she warned. If anyone knew how to have sex with a tree… it would be Peter. And Gamora didn’t want to spoil the moment with those thoughts. Giving him a look of warning, Gamora finally pulled her hand away from Peter’s mouth, and after a beat, she shugged. “What do we do now?” 

It wasn’t the first time he’d been close enough to her to feel her breath against his skin. He remembered their first almost kiss, the one that ended with a knife against his throat. He remembered all the times he’d pulled her into a dance, grinning at the way she’d roll her eyes but allow him to sway her steadily across the room. He remembered all the times he’d been this close to her and something invisible kept them from closing that tiny space of distance, kept him from pressing his lips to hers, kept him from doing what he’d wanted since he met her. There was nothing invisible now. Even Groot’s footsteps, tiny and hesitant, couldn’t keep him from pressing another brief kiss against her lips.

Their privacy wouldn’t last long, and Peter knew it. Groot was probably in the process of I am Groot-ing their current situation all over the ship, but it was hard to care about that when he was this close to her. The others would give them a hard time, but... It would be out of love, just like it always was. They loved each other. They all loved each other so much that it hurt a little.

Peter opened his mouth to respond, but Gamora’s hand covered it before he could say anything. He blinked when she spoke, sputtering when she pulled her hand back. “I’m not --- Did you think I would sleep with a tree? I’ve never slept with a tree, Gamora!” Though considering Groot was the first he’d met, that probably wasn’t saying much. His expression softened when she spoke again, and he shrugged. “Wanna get out of here before Groot drags Rocket in here? We can go on a date.”

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sofiasinclair‌:

The man she had stopped seemed nice enough, but the way he reacted to her offering him the dropped cash was… too much. Even for Sofia. Just before the man could touch the money, Sofia wrapped her hands around the money and pulled it away from him, looking him in the eyes suspiciously. This wasn’t his money, was it? She folded up the bill in her hands so that he couldn't see the amount that it was, and tipped her head to the side. She didn’t think he was a bad person – a lot of people lied when it came to misplaced things, and money was always a temptation. But that didn’t mean she was going to hand it over without a little more effort. 

“Wow, really?” Sofia asked, matching his over the top tone. “I’m really glad I found it for you then…” He was a worse liar than Miles and that was something. Or maybe he just thought she was a dumb kid that would buy into his act. A year ago, she might have. A year ago she would have done a lot of things differently. “Do you wanna double this?” 

Peter had a bad habit of underestimating Terrans’ intelligence. He figured it probably came from Yondu’s constant reminders of just how dumb the people on Peter’s home planet were, but it wasn’t like many of them had proven him wrong. From the brief research he’d done, the Terran authorities had never even managed to figure out what happened to him when he’d vanished as a kid, and it wasn’t like that was the world’s greatest mystery. Unfortunately, in this case, it did seem likely that he might find himself proven wrong. The girl pulled back before he could take the cash, folding it up in a way that made him grimace briefly. 

Still, he refused to break his facade. “Oh, yeah, me too! You’re an angel. Seriously, the best. A real good Samaritan!” He was laying it on thick and he knew it, but she already had suspicions so he might as well stick with his ploy. “Oh, no, I’m all good. Just want my cash back! How about I buy you a drink for finding it for me? That way there’s something in this for you.”

[futuristark]

you know how he gets.

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@guardiansgamora

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guardiansgamora‌:

She should have expected a fight from the boy – but she hadn’t. Most thieves she had found, dropped whatever their prize was once they were caught, not wanting to be arrested or deal with the problems that came with being caught. But he wasn’t relenting. His teeth dug into her arm and Gamora bit back a yelp. It was the sort of tactic she would have expected from one of her siblings, not some greenhorn Terran. Jerking her arm away, Gamora yanked on his hair in the same movement. Making a scene wasn’t ideal – but she couldn’t let him escape with her dagger. No matter what. 

He’d buy her a new one? There as a flicker of something in her eyes at the thought of Thanos finding out that she not only failed her task, but lost her dagger. “He won’t buy me a new one he’ll—” he wouldn't kill her, that much Gamora knew. But she had seen what he did to Nebula when she failed. She heard the way she screamed when she was dragged out of the room – she knew the look in Thanos’s eyes when he was disappointed. That was the worst thing, him being disappointed. Because it was never anger when they failed – anger was something Gamora knew how to combat, but that strange sorrow in his eyes like he was suffering because of them? It was the calm that was frightening. “He won’t get me another,” Gamora repeated. 

The story that came from the kid right after confused Gamora. It sounded like he was telling the truth, but not only that, his story was so similar to her own that it made her stomach twist. “Give me back the dagger,” Gamora demanded when he shoved her, she moved – but only slightly. And… it was more willing. She let him push her away. Even if it was only a few inches. Her father – her real one – wasn’t big on compromise, and as much as she was tempted to deck this guy and take her dagger by force, something about leaving him to die just didn’t sit. “You can’t have that, but I can get you something better. If you give me that back and cause a distraction. A good one. Big.” She wasn’t competing against him, this wasn’t like fighting Nebula – she was using him to keep all eyes away from her while she killed her target. And after that… this kid could have whatever was on the corpse. 

His plan was only partially successful. She yanked her arm away... but pulled on his hair with it. Peter yelped painfully, biting his tongue to cut off the noise before it could attract any attention. If he was caught, he definitely wouldn’t get a ride off Knowhere. He knew what happened to Ravagers who were caught, knew that Yondu had never once gone back for someone who’d failed. It wouldn’t make any difference that he was a kid, wouldn’t help his case that he could fit into those tight spaces that the other Ravagers couldn’t. If he got caught, it was over for him. He’d end up in a cell somewhere for the rest of his life, and no one would ever come for him. He wasn’t risking that --- he was pretty sure he’d be better off dead. 

Something flashed in her eyes at his comment, a kind of fear that he figured was probably reflected in his eyes, too. It was enough to make him wonder what her dad would do to her if he made off with this dagger. What were her consequences when she failed? If Peter messed up, the best case scenario was being locked up in the tiny quarters Yondu had cleared out for him without anything to eat or drink until his adoptive father remembered the limitations of the human body. He hadn’t yet discovered the worst case, but he had a feeling he wouldn’t like it much. He also had a feeling that this green girl’s worst case was more painful than his. He felt a flash of sympathy, but not enough to give the knife back. Peter had learned soon after Yondu picked him up that you couldn’t survive if you were more worried about other people than yourself. “Well, that’s your problem. Where I come from, we have this ancient law --- finders keepers, losers weepers. And I’m the finder!” He yanked his head back in an attempt to get free, but it was useless. Like most alien species he’d come across, she was stronger than him.

This wasn’t going to go his way. Peter realized it with a burst of panic when his shove only moved her a few inches, understood it when she demanded again that he return what he took. This wasn’t going to go his way, and Yondu was going to leave him here... and that was if he was lucky. If Yondu was in a particularly bad mood, things would be even worse, and Peter could end up --- He tightened his grip on the dagger, not allowing himself to finish the thought. He narrowed his eyes at the girl when she spoke again, clearly suspicious at her offer. “How do I know you won’t just take off when I give it back? Or, like, stab me or something? I need --- We need to make an oath.” He shifted, holding up the hand not gripping the stolen dagger with his pinky finger sticking out. “There’s this unbreakable oath on my planet. If we do it, it means you have to keep your word, or bad things happen. So, if we do this and you run off without letting me get what I need, it’ll suck for you. You get that?”

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guardiansgamora‌:

As a team, the Guardians had been through a lot together and through those trials, they had bonded. They became family. And Gamora had let them fill the space in her heart that had been left by the ones she had before – and she had forced herself for so long to not look back. To not think about the things she had lost or the people who were gone – and the fact she was the last fo her kind? She tried to forget that too. And then there were moments like this, when she was too far gone to stop her mind from drifting to the memories of people she had lost. But thankfully, she wasn’t thinking about the way her mother had covered her mouth to muffle her screams. No, she wasn’t thinking of that day, she was thinking about the harshness of her father bartering with another man for food, or the way her mother sung in church or when she was putting Gamora to bed. She was remembering when her planet was still full of life. 

Speaking about Peter’s mother brought a smile to Gamora’s face, made it more realized than it was before. “Sounds like you,” Gamora commented softly. Wherever Peter was, on the ship, on the planet – or on that balcony where it was just the two of them, Peter always wanted to dance. He was never shy about it and most times, he had a hand outstretched, inviting her to join him. (She didn’t often accept – but she always appreciated it.) “I’m sure it did,” Gamora replied. From what Peter had told her about his mother, and the impact she had on his life even now, it spoke volumes to the kind of person she was. “No – I never did.” Gamora picked at his clothing as she thought about it. “I only started… after. I would sing myself to sleep and the other children.” 

Peter’s perception of what a family was had changed more than once over the years. When he was on Earth with his mother, family had been someone who would put their entire life on hold for you, someone who would give everything they had to make sure you were happy and healthy. When his grandfather announced he’d be taking custody of Peter when his mother’s end was inevitably in sight, he’d figured family was simpler than he’d thought. At that point, he’d thought that maybe family was just someone who shared your DNA and was willing to put up with you. Then Yondu picked him up and showed him a new kind of family, the kind that didn’t necessarily like you but would keep you alive for as long as you were useful. That became his idea of family for years... until the Guardians. Now, Peter was confident in his ideas. Family, he thought, were the people you’d die for and the people who would die for you in return. Family were the people you could sit with in the floor of your spaceship with nothing but a basket full of muffins to share and feel utterly and completely content. 

His chest felt warm when Gamora spoke again, and he smiled at the idea that, even without her to guide him, Peter had grown up to be more like his mother than his father. “She used to say I got the best parts of her,” he shrugged. “I think every part of her was the best.” He knew, of course, that his mother was only human. He knew that he’d built her up in his head, made her into something impossible. But that was what you did when you loved someone --- you made them an impossible thing, and you continued loving them when they disproved that perception. He shifted when Gamora admitted that she’d never sung to her mom, feeling a flash of grief on her behalf. She’d deserved more, but he’d always known that. “I bet it was comforting,” he offered. “They probably appreciated it.”

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kdxnvers‌:

“Oh, I’m sure.” Kara hummed past a laugh. Learning to read people wasn’t exactly something she’d picked up on, or studied. It wasn’t even a useful skill for interrogation – she’d been told she was terrible in a grey room. Intimidation she could muster in spades, but she had the unfortunate habit of assuming everyone was inherently good and truthful. It was a great habit for a superhero who wielded hope as a weapon, not as great for a start-up reporter seeking friends in bars. Instead, she relied on feeling. She was good at feeling. Her foster mother called it emotional intelligence, the ability to get a feel for what a person needed, whether they were malicious, or scared, or lost.

Peter was a character. He was emphatic and edging at charming, and Kara’s first instinct was ‘just have fun.’ Let it go wasn’t often her knee jerk when it came to petty crime, but he had a good cover story, and she had a feeling his relationship to whatever billionaire’s pocket he was picking was more nuanced, and wouldn’t quite fit into a black-and-white mentality. Rather than berate, Kara found herself wanting to know more. Her smile was honest and amused as she looked away from the menu to face Peter, “I’m letting it go. Because you promised.” Did he? “And because I’m curious. There’s a story here somewhere: rough but charming bar patron with mysterious ties to mysterious billionaires agrees to good deeds at random stranger’s behest. You’re secretly a really good guy, or something.”

She didn’t believe him, but that didn’t bother Peter. People rarely ever believed him, and for good reason. He was usually lying, after all. But Kara didn’t seem angry with him for lying --- if anything, she looked amused. It was a nice change from the way things usually went, reminding Peter faintly of the Guardians and their tendency to be entertained when they really ought to be upset or pissed off. It was a habit that made most of the galaxy hate them a little, but none of the Guardians ever cared much about that. The only people they’d ever really needed to love them were each other, after all. 

Though he found he probably wouldn’t mind much if he and Kara became friends. She was cool, and it was kind of hard to find other aliens who looked as human as he did. His face split into a grin when she agreed to let it go, and he flashed her a thumbs up as she reminded him he’d promised to return it. He could return it... and steal it back a second or two later. Technically, it’d be keeping his promise! “Curiosity is the best motivation to do anything. Half my relationships started and ended because of curiosity!” Some of them also ended with him getting shot at, but who hadn’t had the occasional homicidal ex? “Oh, I’m not secretly a good guy. Everybody knows I’m a good guy. You know I saved the galaxy? Twice.”

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mightystormgod‌:

Thor cocked his head at Peter’s response and there was a clear show of confusion. “No. No– the rabbit and Gamora both said I was right last time. You’re trying to trick me,” Thor said, pointing at  Peter. “And I won’t fall for it.” The relationship between him and Peter had been tenuous at best, and the brief time he had spent with the Guardians, it was very clear that Peter was not a fan of him. At all. Which bred enough distrust that Thor couldn’t believe him about his own name. “You’re not responsible enough to have your own ship,” Thor replied immediately. Not that Thor was much better – he was supposed to be ruling an entire group of people and… he was here. Drowning his mind in what was left of the Asgardian beer that was on this planet while trying to find a place on this planet that wasn’t already occupied. (But the desire to run away from it, that was burning in the back of his head all the time.)

“I’ll knock next time.” He would have argued that Gamora had said that he was welcome on the ship anytime, but Thor knew that was a losing argument with Peter. Especially considering that he was so determined to say that this ship was his – because it was as much his as the palace on Asgard was his father’s. Everyone knew that it was Frigga’s. Even Odin himself. “I suppose the news I have is not urgent, it’s already—” Thor cleared his throat and shrugged. Xandar was gone, there was no rush to tell the entire galaxy, was there? But… it felt important to tell the Guardians, given their ties to the planet. “I can come back later,” Thor finally said, an unusually serious edge to his tone. “It’s important but, it can wait.” 

“You can’t believe them! Rocket’s a dick, and Gamora was probably mad at me for... something.” It was hard to keep up with all the reasons Gamora had wanted to kill him over the time they’d spent living in close quarters. It was also hard to keep track of how many times he’d wanted to kill Thor. The guy was just --- he was annoying. With his muscles and his beard and his stupid eye patch that Peter probably would have found hot if Gamora hadn’t said he was attractive first. “I had my own ship when I was ten years old, man! I’m plenty responsible.” He wasn’t, but he wouldn’t admit that to Thor. He was pretty sure Yondu gave him the Milano mostly to shut him up, but he didn’t care. The ship was his, and he wasn’t going to let some dumb space jock claim otherwise!

Peter crossed his arms over his chest at Thor’s promise, eyes narrowing as he waited for the Asgardian to backtrack on the promise, but he didn’t. Satisfied, Peter nodded. “No, man, if you’ve got news tell me the news. What is it? Did the cyberball championship get cancelled? It’s not like we could’ve watched the footage on Terra anyways, dude.” But Thor looked... serious. Peter was pretty sure whatever this was, it wasn’t about sports.

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blueroboticbitch‌:

(✉ → Star-Lobe): You know nothing of watching her die. Consider yourself lucky for that much. (✉ → Star-Lobe): I have tried that. It doesn’t go very well. (✉ → Star-Lobe): All we truly need to do is destroy one of them. The stones. We find one, and find a way to obliterate it, and then Thanos’ plan can never succeed. 

(✉️ ➡️ smurfette): yeah, and i want to keep it that way. i know i’m lucky, nebula. i’m sorry you’re not. (✉️ ➡️ smurfette): have you tried it with a /team/ backing you up? maybe we work together on this one, nebs. (✉️ ➡️ smurfette): how do we destroy it? i’ve held one of those things in my hand. seems like it’s a lot more likely that /it/ destroys /us./

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mynameiscaroldanvers‌:

(✉ → Quilly): Not as large as my portion of the galaxy…  😏 (✉ → Quilly): I’ll take it out of the debt you owe me, how’s that? I figure you’ll still be in the whole about 2000 credits. (✉ → Quilly): Not after thoroughly testing them, to the dismay of you and the green hottie. 

(✉️ ➡️ lazer hands): do you think between the two of us we’ve done it on every planet? there should really be some kind of prize for that. (✉️ ➡️ lazer hands): i’m pretty sure my debt was erased when we landed on earth. think that’s a rule. no space debt on terra. (✉️ ➡️ lazer hands): rocket doesn’t /test/ things, he just blows them up! i’m reasonably sure he won’t blow me up. (✉️ ➡️ lazer hands): okay, i’m pretty sure he won’t blow /gamora/ up, and we’re a package deal now so.

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agenthamburger‌:

“The situation changes?” Sharon asked, turning so she could see his face better, her head tipping to the side as she shook her head. “Either you’re that good or you’re that bad,” Sharon commented. There were other options that could have left him running with his pants down – but those were a little more serious, and judging by his expression – this didn’t seem to be all that serious. “Classified is always fun,” Sharon offered. “It’s not an I’d have to kill you if I told you sort of thing, it’s just, I’m very good at keeping secrets.” Smirking, Sharon shrugged a shoulder, “What gave it away?” The way this guy spoke about his team reminded her of the Avengers, especially the bunch that were hanging out at the compound now. They were a team, yeah, but absolutely chaotic. “A bunch of big personalities?” 

“Oh, I’m very good,” he replied without hesitation, and he was pretty sure it was the truth. Usually when he got into trouble it was because he unknowingly slept with the wrong person’s spouse, not because the person he was with got angry at him. (Unless they caught him sneaking out the window with their walled. They tended to get angry about that.) His grin widened as the woman continued, and Peter decided he liked her. She was easygoing in a way he enjoyed, able to joke at her own expense. “Got any secrets you don’t mind sharing?” He raised his brows, clearly intrigued. “You just got that vibe. It’s a good vibe, though, don’t worry.” She seemed to understand exactly where he was coming from with the Guardians, and Peter couldn’t help but wonder if she had a team or a family of her own. “Yeah, definitely a bunch of big personalities. Some of the biggest, I’d bet.” 

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mynameiscaroldanvers‌:

“And nobody asked you to throw a pity party like a wittle baby,” Carol shot back, rolling her eyes. He was being ridiculous, this whole thing was ridiculous and unnecessary. This was exactly why she avoided complications.

But it was obvious enough that he was already knee-deep in complications. Hell, it’d been obvious before tonight, and a part of her had hoped that watching her and Tony both get what he wanted would give him a little nudge to man up and do something about those complications. “Aww,” she said, nodding thoughtfully for a moment. “You know that’s complete and total bullshit, right?” she said, no trace of a smile on her face. “It sure as hell doesn’t look easier from where I’m standing. What I do is easy. What you want isn’t, and you’re gonna have to accept that if you really want it.“ She crossed her arms over her chest. “So, are you gonna keep acting like a flerkin’s rear end, or are you gonna get off yours?” 

“Fuck off, Carol,” Peter snapped, frustrated with the situation as a whole. He wasn’t good at feeling the things he felt for Gamora, wasn’t good at understanding that soft yearning in his gut every time he looked at her. The Ravagers hadn’t taught him how to do things like that. In fact, Yondu had actively taught against it. But this? Arguing with Carol, snapping at her? Peter knew how to do this. There was something almost comforting in the frustration, because at least that was familiar. 

Or, at least, it would be if the source of his frustration had been something a little more straightforward. If Carol had been mocking him for losing his pants on Lemista or getting his lights punched out on A'askavariia, things would have been simpler. But she wasn’t. She was making fun of him for the woman he --- loved. That was what it came down to, wasn’t it? Peter loved Gamora. And Carol knew it, somehow. “What happens if I do?” He asked, somehow both cautious and defensive. “It’s not like things for the people in my life have ever gone particularly well, Carol.” His father had murdered his mother, and Peter had killed him in return. Even Yondu died for him, letting the chill of open space settle into his bones just to give Peter a shot. Who was to say things with Gamora wouldn’t end just as poorly? 

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@thedragoncolleen​:

There was another moment where he hit something else that he probably wasn’t expecting. She thought of who she could have called and all she had was Robbie and maybe Frank. Sam had no idea what a disaster her life was and the other “friends” she had were more Danny’s friends than her own which meant they’d tell him at the first chance and she’d have to face that worried look on Danny’s face again. Not to mention that her constantly bleeding would only bring back that idea that this was all his fault – even if it wasn’t. “Fuck off,” she grumbled at first before nodding her head. “Yeah. It’s… it’s a stab wound.” Colleen’s voice dropped a little when she spoke this time, wondering if this guy could see the rage in the jagged cut across her stomach. “Really? Destroying a planet is the ba? A lot of people do that out in space?” Colleen shook her head as she spoke, only stopping when he insulted her katana. “Most people have swapped to guns. But I guarantee I would kick your ass before you ever got a shot off with your gun.” 

Colleen tried not to laugh when he said that she was really annoying – the pain was clearly starting to make her loopy. “You’re really good with adjectives,” Colleen quipped before pulling her shirt back down to cover her fresh stitches, but she didn’t move, scared that the slightest motion might open them up again. “Thanks,” she finally said. She might have thought he was the most annoying person on the entire planet right now – but he had helped her. “And I find that hard to believe. Pretty sure if I didn’t whine, you would have found some way to make this process unnecessarily difficult.” 

If he was being completely honest, this wasn’t a scenario Peter hadn’t seen the other side of himself. He’d had the Ravagers growing up, but their family wasn’t the kind that always had one another’s backs no matter what. Sometimes, when you got hurt on a job, the best course of action was to go to a stranger rather than to take the risk of the other Ravagers taking advantage of your misfortune. It was a dog eat dog life, one Peter had grown used to in space... and it didn’t seem entirely foreign to this woman, either. The apartment seemed lived in, had shoes by the door that were too big to be hers and coats on the hook that clearly belonged to a man, but she had a stranger patching her up. Peter wondered if that meant whoever she was living with was closer to being a Ravager than a Guardian of the Galaxy. “Yeah, destroying a planet tis bad! Plenty of people try it, but usually somebody steps in. Sometimes it’s me, actually.” Might as well drop in the fact that he was a valiant heroic type, right? “I wouldn’t bet on it! I’m pretty fast with my gun.”

He rolled his eyes when she spoke, huffing in annoyance. “I really don’t know what that means!” He shot back. His education hadn’t been the best, after all. The Ravagers didn’t have much time for grammar. He glanced back up when she thanked him, trying not to let his surprise show in his expression. “Yeah, whatever,” he shrugged. “I would not. It would’ve been easy if you’d kept your mouth shut.”