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HEY. THE NAME'S PETER PARKER AND WELCOME TO MY PAGE. CONSIDERING THAT THIS FONT IS SET TO ALWAYS BE CAPITALIZED, SO IT LOOKS LIKE I'M YELLING - AND I'M NOT - WHY DON'T YOU COME HERE TO LEARN MORE ABOUT ME. I MEAN, IF YOU WANNA. -------------------------------------------------- Member of the Marvel Age RP group.

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I’m... from Earth

Peter’s face lights up as he sees the robotic dog and he immediately squats down to say hello to the little guy, treating it more or less exactly like a real dog.

“Hey there! Hi, little guy.” He skitches ParkerPup behind the ears- the robot, apparently programmed to react to such things as a real dog would, wags his tail even harder with a sound like an overclocked computer. “Who’s a good little robodog? You are! Yes you are!”

He looks up at Peter. “You built this? This is awesome! Way better than a bomb- aren’t you?” Quill turns back to ParkerPup. “Aren’t you better than a bomb?”

He’s genuinely impressed. Advanced robotics like this isn’t something he sees a lot of unless it’s professional stuff built by companies, like some of the mining equipment on Knowhere or that cyborg chick he briefly dated. Briefly as in, for perhaps two days. one and a half that she knew of.

“I guess interns get way more responsibility and stuff than I thought.”

“Oh, well-” Smiling sheepishly, Peter sidles past the other Peter and ParkerPup and into the room, placing his coffee down on his desk. “-This was actually sort of just for fun.” His smile turns proud, and he casts an adoring look down on ParkerPup. It’s silent for a second before Peter realizes that he is silent, and so he looks up and speaks. “I like to build things! And so I just...made him. In my spare time.” He gives a modest shrug.

ParkerPup barks and, after having covered the other Peter in ‘kisses’, which are really just little licking sound effects from the robot, he turns and ambles to Peter, barking again once he gets to his legs. “Heeeey, did you miss me?” Peter kneels and rubs at the robodog’s head. “Come on, buddy, it was only yesterday, you’re makin’ it seem like you never see me.” ParkerPup gives a whimper and, tail still whirring, plants his paws against Peter’s leg. With a little laugh, Peter puts both of his hands on either side of ParkerPup’s face and leans down so he can be properly kissed.

Once ParkerPup is done, he whips around with another bark and runs back over to the other Peter. “Hahaha, he likes you! The only other person I’ve seen him get that attached to so fast is my girlfriend.”

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“Let’s see, you’re cool, you apparently have a shark costume and a great idea in how to use it, space has this really weird Peter deficiency….”

Peter throws his arms up in the air.

“Hell yeah I’m offering to take you into space!”

He’s pretty excited about the whole idea too, honestly. It kind of sucks being the only human in space sometimes and frankly, the crew doesn’t always appreciate his awesomeness the way this other Peter seems to.

In fact, it would probably be fine to make Peter Parker an honorary member of the Guardians of the Galaxy. They’d have to have a vote, of course, and maybe invent some kind of investiture ceremony (nobody has ever actually *wanted* to be on the team before), maybe some kind of badge or card or something to give him…. But Peter feels like Other Peter would be a pretty great addition to the team.

“But show me your lab first! I wanna see what kind of stuff you invented.” Peter pauses. “Unless it’s bombs. I know this guy who pretty much only invents bombs, and I’m kind of bombed out. Hah.”

With some strange sense of foresight, Peter covers the top of his coffee cup with his hand and, like a child, literally leaps for joy. “YOU’RE KIDDING!”

He gets some surprising air on the jump. “Nah, man, you are joking, you’re kidding! You’re not actually-! You’re gonna take me to space?!” His smile is so wide it seems to be pushing the limits of his lips. In fact, it’s only after he’s stopped moving and he’s just standing there grinning for a few seconds that he realizes that the coffee’s, obviously, shot up at his palm during his jump. “...OW! Oh!” He shakes his hand and then sucks on the new burn on his palm. “Tasty but ow.”

The door opens and Peter once again leads the way, shaking out his hand and then sucking on his burn again. “I’m not really one for the bomb building,” says Peter, seeming to finally relocate his cool. “I like the more practical and fun stuff, you know? Like-”

As if on cue, when Peter opens the door to the lab by sliding his Avengers ID in the slot on the door, a robotic dog rushes up to meet them. ParkerPup barks, tail waggling back and forth so fast that his whole body wiggles.

“Well, like ParkerPup, I guess!”

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“Ah! That explains everything.”

Peter sticks the post-it back on the robot and watches as it whizzes away, coffee firmly clutched in claw. His mission interrupted, at least for now, Peter finds he’s not too broken up about it. Sure, he’s going to have to wait to properly build a Guardians-Avengers liaison, but he’s made a cool new friend, apparently.

“I could take in a lab.” He grins at peter. “And maybe you can explain how that landshark thing came to you, cause I gotta say, that’s a quality idea right there. We don’t really have Halloween in space, but if we did-”

He shakes his head, imagining Rocket’s reaction to a landshark.

“I bet you could adapt it. Maybe make it a space shark.”

“Oh, well, it didn’t really ‘come to me’,” Peter admits, a sheepish smile on his face as he begins to lead the other Peter back to the elevators. “It’s actually an old skit from SNL. You know, Saturday Night Live? It was recurring and, like, there’d be someone sitting or whatever and there’d be a knock at the door. And, you know, they’d ask ‘who is it’.” He’s getting very animated with the storytelling now, enthusiastically slipping into the other characters and gesturing. “And, like, the landshark would tell them it’s the landshark, but they’d think it was a friend or something, so they’d open the door and get eaten. Or, I think, sometimes it said ‘candygram’ and junk.” Peter shakes his head. “It’s just silly fun, you know?”

Stepping back into the elevator, Peter leans back against the wall, sipping from his own cup of coffee. “I think you’re really gonna like the lab.” He smiles, nodding, eyes bright. “It’s so cool. Kind of like the one upstairs but, you know, you’ll actually get to see inside of it. I used to basically work in a broom closet here. But after they had me around for a while, they gave me this. A-and...I guess they saw that I...kind of like inventing stuff.” Peter rubs at the back of his neck, shyly. “So I guess that makes sense.”

Beat. A long-delayed realization hits Peter. It’s clear he needs his coffee in the morning to function properly. “Wait. Did you just-...? you said I should make it a space shark but that’s-. I- I’ve never been-... Are-...Are you offering to take me to space? Sorry, I know that happened a few minutes ago now, I just- I didn’t-....” His speech devolves into some incomprehensible sounds that have the lilt of questions.

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A small robot comes buzzing out of the lab, claw extended to receive the coffee. It has a post-it note stuck to it that reads ‘Gone avengin’’, along with a pretty good line drawing of Iron Man with a fishing rod.

Peter stares at it.

“Okay, either Iron Man is a robot inside of another robot, or your boss isn’t here?”

He peels off the post-it and examines it. There’s a plan for an improved uni-beam doodled in the back.

“I’m guessing the second option?” He turns to Peter. “Also, landshark?”

But Peter’s currently too distracted by the drawing, making that confused face again. “I don’t get it, did he go out crime fighting or is he fishing?” Is he asking the other Peter or Dum-e 3.0? Who knows. A possibility suddenly reaches Peter’s mind. “Fin Fang Foom?” His mouth drops. He looks utterly affronted. “Aw, man, they had better not be fighting Fin Fang Foom without-!” He stops abruptly, blinking at the remembrance of Peter Quill’s presence. “...coffee. ‘Cause that’s just a bad idea, fighting a giant sea monster, dragon...thing before you’re properly awake.”

Still a little miffed at the potential of having not been invited along on a fun mission, but having to tamp that down as his first priority, after clearing his throat, Peter turns back to the other Peter. “Second option’s right. And, that’s just a joke. You know, for full effect, you’re supposed to be wearing a shark costume when the person opens the door and then you pretend to eat them but I haven’t had the time to go ahead and make that yet - maybe for Halloween.”

Was that less awkward or-...? “Anyway! I dunno how long he’s gonna be out. Wanna hang around for a while? I got a lab of my own we could chill in if you want.”

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“Oh yeah, social media.” Peter nods knowledgeably. “Internet. Web design.”

It’s not that they don’t have these things in space. Quite the contrary. It’s just that they’re so far advanced beyond the Earth versions that Peter Quill is, in fact, not one hundred per cent sure what Earth internet actually does.

“Gotta keep on top of those… Tubes…”

Searching for firmer ground, Quill notices that they’re approaching some kind of lab.

“Is this him? Iron Man?”

Peter’s brows furrow and one rises up a bit. “No, this is a lab.”

Oh. That’s...probably not what the other Peter meant. Peter’s confused look drops and he nods gesturing at the door. “But he’s in here, yeah.” Shifting the tray of coffee so he can hold it more securely, Peter wraps on the door in a rhythm. He answers ‘who’s there’ before it’s even been asked. “Landshark!”

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“Well, it’s an easy enough dream to fulfil.” Peter smiles back at the younger Peter. “Glad I can help.”

Man, this takes him back. Peter still gets excited about how cool space is, of course, but that initial eagerness- it kind of evaporated not long after Yondu threatened to eat him. Space is awesome, but it’s dangerous too. He’d give a lot for this other Peter to never have to learn that.

“So what does an intern do for the Avengers? Besides coffee and answering doors.”

“Oh, uh-” Peter sounds a bit awkward. The ‘uh’ lingers until he throws up his hands a bit and with puffed out lips, shakes his head. “Besides that, there’s paperwork. For missions and stuff? If I’m not filling that stuff out or getting coffee, I’m generally working on schoolwork. Or, well, you know, I kind of just help out overall.” Peter shrugs. “Wherever I’m needed, you know?”

Don’t mention Spider-Man, you can’t mention Spider-Man, you must absolutely not mention Spider-Man. “There’s, uh, I do some web design.” That was the absolute wrong thing to say why does that always come to mind when you try to think about a cover that is about as concealing as Charlie Brown’s Halloween costume. “For the, you kn- For... I-Internet?” Recover, Parker. “I manage our social media sites.” That part wasn’t a lie, but the word ‘managed’ was used loosely. Peter thought that it would be a good idea to try to branch out to the public - make the Avengers somewhat more accessible and humanized, even if some of them weren’t entirely human. But with so much other stuff on his plate to take care of, the Avengers twitter and facebook were largely left abandoned. He just hoped Peter Quill didn’t notice that.

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“Team loyalty. I can respect that.” Peter leads out of the elevator, then stops as he realises he has no idea where he’s going, letting other-Peter take the lead again. He’s kind of touched by the younger man’s loyalty to the Avengers- it’s clear that he feels part of a team (although Peter’s not sure what an intern is, or does, except maybe get coffee and answer doors? It wasn’t really a thing back in the 1980s).

What Peter does understand is feeling part of a family, and this reaction lets him know he’s definitely come to the right place.

“And of course I’d let you look round the Milano, it’s not like she’s a secret or anything.”

He pauses.

“Just um, you might have to wait outside for two seconds while we do important space things.”

Like picking up all the dirty underwear and loose explosives.

Peter smiles at the other’s acceptance. He hoped his mention of bias wouldn’t bring about some sort of argument or contest. But instead he is happy to find that the other Peter’s feelings much match up to his own.

“Hey, no problem. I mean, you’re letting me look inside a spaceship.” Peter leads, still smiling broadly and talking with his free hand. “You could basically tell me to do whatever and, you know, you got it. Seriously, space... Seeing it is, like, one of my biggest dreams. Besides meeting Batman, which is impossible.” Upsettingly enough. “To just be in a spaceship would totally be enough. I never thought I’d be able to do that.”

Were the other Peter to be forthright about the mess on the ship, surely the younger of the two would understand. It’s only recently that he’s stopped being a teenaged boy, but no one seems to have told his room that. It’s still quite messy itself.

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“Only the best crew in the whole danged universe.” Peter puffs his chest out, visibly buoyed by the other Peter’s clear admiration. “We’ve got a deadly but beautiful assassin-lady, a tech genius guy, the best danged fighter you’ll ever see, and- well, Groot’s kinda hard to describe but he’s big and green and frickin’ awesome. And me? I’m the leader.”

This is a decidedly rose-tinted view of Rocket, Drax and Gamora, as well as his own position in the team, but Peter’s actually, deep-down, very proud of his friends, and as long as this information never gets back to them he can describe them how he likes.

“We call ourselves the Guardians of the Galaxy.” He looks into the middle distance. “From what I hear, it’s sort of like your Avengers, but more awesome, and in space.”

He looks at the other Peter. “You know, you could look round the ship later, when they pick me up.”

Peter just listens, leaning back on the wall of the elevator - almost as if he would’ve fallen straight back had the wall not been there - on the ride up, his mouth hanging open, a crooked smile tugging at his lips. It just all sounds so freaking cool.

When the other Peter mentions the Guardians being more awesome than the Avengers, though, his expression turns more casual, his mouth closes - though his smile is still there; this is still really cool - and he shrugs. “I’m always gonna be more biased towards the Avengers. We’re sort of like a family here.” But then he catches himself. “Even though I’m just the intern. Th-they like to let everyone here in on things, you know? Into the circle.” Sometimes it’s better when he doesn’t catch such things. He’s less conspicuous that way.

“It’s a nice...warm...thing we have here.” He nods, eyes falling to the floor. But then, his smile returns and he looks back to the other Peter, albeit with more shyness this time. “But, seriously? You’d really let me check out your ship?” The doors open and Peter steps aside so that he can stand in front of the sensor and let the other Peter pass.

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There you go! That’s the reaction Peter had been looking for! He affects an air of casual, Han Solo-like insouciance and hooks his thumbs in his belt.

“Can’t save the galaxy if you ain’t in it.” He drawls, before ruining it entirely by grinning. He can’t help it. This other Peter’s enthusiasm is so damn infectious, it’s making him giddy by association.

“I have a spaceship and everything.”

Pause.

“It’s really, really cool.”

“Of course it’s cool - it’s a spaceship!” Peter is so taken by this. It wasn’t to say that he hadn’t viewed the other Peter as heroic and admirable before - anyone who put themselves on the line to protect people pretty much made them worthy of admiration in Peter’s eyes - but now, he’s looking at him with complete and utter awe. He sees him for just as badass as he was trying to pretend to be.

“What’s it like?” he asks, excitedly, as they enter an elevator. His words come quickly and they’re filled with energy. “Space, I mean. And your spaceship. And, well, everything! Besides ‘really, really cool’. Do you have a crew? Are you part of a crew?”

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“Kind…a?” Peter hazards. “I sort of saved the galaxy one time.”

Saving the galaxy is definitely a superheroic thing to do- the guys in his comics when he was a kid did it all the time- but Peter’s pretty sure real superheroes don’t clock up quite so much jail time as he does.

“Star-Lord’s more of a nickname? Or sort of like, a statement of intent. Like you know a dude called Star-Lord is gonna be up to some awesome stuff.”

Maybe it’s for the best if he changes the subject.

“So uh, who’s this Tony Stark guy? Is he important?”

Peter gives a look that is only mocking in how it downplays the level of ‘impressed’ that he actually is. “Pretty sure saving the galaxy makes you qualified to join the club.”

And then, it hits him. Peter comes to an abrupt halt, some of the coffee bubbling up and out of one of the cups on the tray. “Wait a minute, did you just-?” He pauses, trying to organize his thoughts. Now he’s sort of trailing the other Peter. He works to catch up, but he still walks slightly behind him. “Did you say ‘space’ before? Have you been to space?”

But he’s been asked a question. Peter works to get back on track to continue. “Tony Stark’s, he’s my boss, he’s Iron Man, but did you-? You went to space?” He can’t seem to work past that point.

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Peter takes the hand, shakes it. It’s so good to be able to just do that, to know how to behave and what the local greeting is without having to think about it.

“Intern, huh? Well, I’m lucky I found you because I need to talk to whoever’s in charge here about some real bad stuff going down out in space.”

Then the kid’s name registers, and Peter gives a little ‘hah’.

“No way? I’m Peter Quill.” He pauses. It’s worth a shot. “You might know me as Star-Lord?”

Peter’s face practically lights up in an all bright, open-mouth smile. “Heeeey.” He puts his hand out again, now for side-five. “Us Petes gotta stick together, man.” His brows furrow, though, at the other moniker he’s given. “I don’t think I’ve really heard ‘Star-Lord’ though.” Peter squints. But then he really thinks about what he’s been asked and how he’s responded. It might be disappointing, his tone, his answer. There had been hope in the other Peter’s voice. And while Peter’s certainly more familiar to an alter-ego being known but for all the wrong reasons, and being infamous, he can certainly imagine that it would hurt to not be recognized when one would want to be.

“But, I mean, you know, I probably have, workin’ here.” He rolls his eyes and rubs the back of his neck. “We hear about so much stuff. And, like, schoolwork is crazy for me right now so- everything up here’s just kind of all-” He brings his hand to hover just around his head and then shakes it, making a static-y noise with his mouth. “You know?” The smile is back. It’s a bit sheepish - more apologetic.

Silence lingers somewhat. “Man, I gotta get this coffee upstairs - Tony’s gonna be pissed if it’s late. Follow me!” He nods a gesture. Peter Quill seems trustworthy enough. And besides, if anything, Peter can fight him off if the need be. He’s also got his card on him, so he can alert the others quickly if there’s trouble. “So you’re a superhero then!”

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“Huh?”

Peter kind of doesn’t register the kid for a moment, too lost in trying to figure out the dilemma, and when he finally does he’s missed, like, half of what he’s saying. Building tour? Gift shop?

Rocket will probably bust his ass if he doesn’t get a souvenir. Drax and Gamora, too.

“Oh, uh, the gift shop would actually be kind of neat.” Focus, Peter! “But actually that’s not why I’m here. You see, son-”

Peter adopts his Heroic Face, the one that makes him look ever so slightly constipated, and settles into his Space Hero Pose.

“-I need to talk to the Avengers.”

Peter is, perhaps, not as fazed by this as a normal person might be. Instead, he seems a little disappointed. “Am I really young enough to warrant a ‘son’? Why do people always think I’m, like, twelve or something? I’m not twelve.” He doesn’t sound annoyed, he sounds as if he’s just ranting to a friend. And although this sounds like the sort of thing someone would internalize - something they’d only think about - Peter’s clearly saying it all aloud while making eye contact with this new person. “I’m really not, but, like, everyone assumes that - I’m twenty, I’m old enough to drive; I can’t drive, but I’m old enough to if I wanted to, or could. It’s just that, you know, the city streets are already crowded enough and I don’t really see any use in-”

But he seems to realize he’s rambling now and, closing his eyes, he puts out a hand and shakes his head, holding the tray of coffee with his free one. “Sorry. Not the point. Uhh...” Peter’s gaze travels to the back of the lobby, where the elevators lay, and up to the ceiling. “Maybe I can get you in. What do you need to talk to them about?”

Beat. “Oh! Totally forgot to-” He holds out his free hand for a shake. “I’m Peter. Peter Parker. Tony Stark’s intern.”

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Peter Quill is on Earth, at least for now. The Milano dropped him off a few hours ago and he’s since been enjoying the sights and sounds of New York. He never got to go as a kid, and now, as an adult, it kinda reminds him of Knowhere. There’s that same bustling sense of purpose, that same heaving mass of people of all types, all just existing together.

It’s pretty neat.

He’s not here to sightsee, though. Checking a map he’s hastily drawn on the back of his hand, Peter finds his way to Stark Tower and the home of the Avengers, and stands back, hands on hips, wondering exactly how he’s going to get in the damned place and talk to the Avengers in person.

“Whoooa, comin’ through, hot coffee here, hot coffee.” He manages to just slide past the stranger, pressing his back into the door to push it open and enter the building. Peter carries with him a tray of Starbucks, the in-office coffee machine having been broken and it currently being too early to have worked on repairing it. Tony’s always been pretty strict about when exactly he wants his coffee, at least his early morning one.

Peter’s quick to stop, though, as he sees the look on the stranger’s face. He looks a bit confused. “Oh, hey, can I help you?” At once, his voice switches from the jovial, lighthearted (perhaps somewhat obnoxious) tone, to something much more gentle and warm. “Sorry, you just- you look kind of lost. Are you visiting from out of town?” Peter smiles, thinking he may have things figured out. “Looking to check out the building?” He nods. “Well, the gift shop’s open to visitors, if you wanna come in! First building tour doesn’t start for a while, but you’re totally welcome to chill in the lobby and stuff.”

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