FIVE YEARS PASSED them by. five years that felt like a mere blink of an eye— the kind that you could try and reach out to grab, but it kept s l i p p i n g just out of your reach. it was disorientating, and that was putting it LIGHTLY. to come back after what you swore was only a matter of seconds; to come back to those you left behind. filling in the gaps, trying to stitch the pieces back together, the incessant ache of your heart when you realize just how much affect your absence had on your remaining family. coming back from death wasn’t something the mind could APPREHEND, because that wasn’t the way life worked. if it had worked that way, he would have his mother back with him in a heartbeat, yondu as well. the star-lord still didn’t fully understand it. how could he?
still, he considered themselves lucky. the guardians, the avengers, the asgardians, everyone they had fought with who became family in such a short and DIRE time— every living creature, peter considered lucky; because the battle was won, and life as they knew it was restored. safe from the titan that t o r e it away, no more threat that loomed over the universe as it had before. they were LUCKY, and peter was grateful.
stark’s lakehouse was a place not only peace, but a place of COMFORT. things felt slower there, safer. like the world and its troubles were put on pause as you visited your good friend in healing, spending time with both him and everyone else who was around. the final battle brought them all together, closer than they had been before. a fervent protective INSTINCT formed, which is probably simply what happens when you bring forces together to defeat a huge purple asshole with a pruney chin. they were mending, and they would be just fine.
music blared from the speakers of the benatar, which was parked in a patch of unoccupied field along stark’s property. a reliable, TELLTALE sign that the guardians were paying a visit? music. something that peter couldn’t live without; a shameless passion, one that he even liked to have in the h e a t of battle. a stevie wonder hit f i l l e d the space of the ship, the task of fixing parts forgotten as he sung and danced along, CAPTURED in the song. tossing a space candy in the air that landed in his mouth, he continued until he spun around, coming face-to-face with another.
with wide eyes, peter jumped back, knocking over one or two parts in the process and nearly choking on the piece of candy. “dude!” he exclaimed, muffled by the music— and the POUNDING of his heart. shuffling over to turn it down, breathing out a soft ‘man’, he took a breath and released it slowly before turning back around, casually propping his arm up on the wall. with a clear of his throat, he spoke. “so what’s up?”
wrapping his head around missing five years when it just felt like five seconds was almost harder than wrapping his head around the talking raccoon ( or whatever he was ) and the talking tree. he didn’t meet them before the snap so he was spending time catching up on what they’re story was. in truth the story with the bug lady and mr. lost in east jesus nowhere ( and god forbid you call him that to his face ), was even harder to wrap your head around, but that was because it was hard to navigate a conversation with grey-ish green muscle man and he had no idea when the other one would tell him how he was feeling because she just knew.
but at the end of the day, the weird group fit in with the other weird group he happened to be a part of and maybe would look like some kind of miracle on the outside, but sam knew family just found each other. just like family came back together after being hurt and saved each other. it was hard, missing the five years, because he was suddenly faced with a grudge-lacking steve and stark, but then, after what stark had done, sam was cool with him. like acquaintance cool.
that almost made him feel guilty about staying in the man’s house, still healing his feelings on him, but he was sure, even if they hated each other, stark was still the kind of guy to let the family in. especially after all this time since their group-wide pissing match. plus his daughter was pure happiness and no one could be upset with each other with her existence.
the other thing about the new weird group was they had a... mostly okay taste in music and they liked to play it loud. sam didn’t complain, but it really was the telltale sign they broke the atmosphere or were still in the yard. sam wondered if stark would end up extending the size of the house at this rate. of course, some were still waiting on the compound to finish the complete and total rebuild too, that was part of this camping out at the cute little lakehouse.
still, sometimes the weirdness got a little too... intense and when rocket knew more about the last five years on earth than you did? honestly it was a good time to step back, walk out of the room while the other braver ones handled the information. and hearing stevie wonder being played in the benatar was too good to pass up.
quill was dancing and sam tried his hardest not to show how amused he looked, but he had some moves and he wasn’t about to interrupt. until quill did himself by noticing him. “nothing, just heard wonder and thought i’d listen too,” he said, not mentioning that he really didn’t want to hear a raccoon telling him what he didn’t know for more than fifteen minutes a day. “don’t tell... drax? yeah, don’t tell him i scared you ‘cause i probably won’t hear the end about being invisible or something like that.”
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