awesome mix vol. 1

Star trekkin' across the galaxy.

[iamnevertheone]

I was only a kid when I left Earth, and I had no idea what the universe had in store for me.

[numberoneavenger]

It was’t promising, but he hadn’t been expecting as much later. So he just nodded. “Try to have a little more confidence, kid. But even if you end up seeing something new, give me a call,” he told him, sure that something else might pop up if this was anything close to what he was afraid the readings were caused by. 

Tony made a face at Peter’s salute, but lifted his hand to give a half-assed two finger salute that probably just looked sarcastic. “I’ll admit, that’s pretty impressive.” His corner of his lips turned downward as he gave an impressed nod, and gave himself a mental note to test how far his own software could reach and to fix it so that it could have a similar technology if it didn’t already. “I’ll be in touch,” he promised, giving the man one last smile, before turning around to walk out of the ship, letting his eyes sweep the ship again. “You know, you should really update your music system.” He added just before walking out the way he came in. 

[starlooord]

Peter shrugged in response to the advice, but gave a nod anyway. "Just being honest, man. Will do, though, and let me know what you get from those." He pointed to the readings now in the palm of Tony's hand, eager to find out what exactly was going on. Nothing good, he imagined, but would wait to hear the final results before jumping to any rash conclusions.

Being told something was impressive by Iron Man himself was impressive in its own right, though he didn't let it show, completely aware of the man's ego, perhaps big enough to match his own. He merely nodded in agreement, aware of how sweet the technology was. "You can borrow it sometime and do experiments on it, or whatever it is you science people do." He smiled in return, lifting a hand to wave goodbye to Tony. "Later," he answered, the light-hearted expression on his face disappearing at the comment subsequently, the departure. "You should really update your music system," he returned in a mumble under his breath, closing the hatch behind Tony.

[ancwstart]

Lifting his chin, Logan raised a brow and listened intently to what Peter had to say. So, it wasn’t because the Star-Lord just wanted to touch down on Earth and see how things were going, then. The mutant should have guessed that in the first place, especially since Captain America had paid him a visit a while ago and asked for his return to the Avengers. “Explains quite a few things.” He muttered, still half focusing on the fact that there was something coming towards them. “S.H.I.E.L.D.’s an organization built on protecting the people and keeping us heroes in line. So yeah, I’d say when it comes to trusting the Man, they’d be the ones to go to.”

Logan could tell that Peter wasn’t too sure about S.H.I.E.L.D. or Nick Fury, and he couldn’t blame him. They were loaded with secrets, secrets that he was sure that not even Tony Stark had found out yet. And if he did, he wasn’t telling anyone. “Good, because I ain’t much for talkin’, which I guess makes us good friends.” The sarcasm in his words were definitely there, but Logan had to wonder if Peter would latch onto the word ‘friends’. Snorting at the mention of S.H.I.E.L.D. being good at secret-keeping, Logan granted Peter a nod. “I don’t whisper in ears, even if I’m being forced to.”

[starlooord]

Trusting the Man didn't sound like anything Peter was interested in, though he knew Logan had a point and if he was telling him that S.H.I.E.L.D. could be trusted with secrets, it would probably be a good idea to trust him on that account. "Keeping us in line? Yeah, right," he answered with a laugh, shaking his head. It was a cute theory but he hardly believed an organization like that would be able to keep anyone, let alone someone like Logan or even Tony Stark in line. "Good to know though, since I already gave 'em everything I had." 

The mention of them being good friends was enough for him and a wide grin came over Peter's features, just pleased to hear it from the Wolverine himself. "Got it. Don't have much in the way of secret-keeping that I need right now, but I'll let you know." He nodded as if to affirm the notion, glad to have someone on Earth to trust. Eyeing the rest of the tacos that remained on Logan's tray, he gestured to them with a wave. "Sorry, man, go ahead and eat. Being best buddies can totally wait."

[jimprideauxs]

Well, on my planet, we have a legend about people like you. It’s called Footloose. And in it, a great hero, named Kevin Bacon, teaches an entire city full of people with sticks up their butts that, dancing, well, is the greatest thing there is.

[ancwstart]

Logan could tell almost immediately that Peter didn’t know just exactly how he viewed his team mates. It dawned on him just how much Peter really didn’t know him. Though, given the fact that the two only met a few days ago, that should have been common knowledge to the x-man. Grunting, Logan sat forward and raised a brow towards the man. “And uh, why are you here in the first place? I don’t think you ever actually told me, kid. And if you did, I wasn’t payin’ any attention.”

Wishing he could light up his cigar right now, Logan reached for his breast pocket and patted it before sighing in defeat. Damn these health laws. Smirking at Peter’s unwillingness to tell him anything about his talk with Natasha, Logan reminded himself to praise Peter later on for being smart about it. “Good, now I can trust you.” He mockingly winked at the kid before suppressing a laugh and sliding back into his seat comfortably.

[starlooord]

Peter could have sworn that he'd told the other man why he was here in the first place, as that seemed like something a person would mention when he decided to visit Earth. Though, they'd had somewhat of a fiasco when they'd first met, so it was understandable that it hadn't come out. "Well, since we're kinda working together now, I guess I can tell you. I got some weird-looking stuff on my monitors while I was up in the ship. Like, stuff that I don't normally get from Earth, so I came here and told S.H.I.E.L.D." He paused for a moment, waiting, almost reconsidering. "Because that seemed like the thing to do. Right?"

Waving the thought away with his hand, he leaned back in the chair. "Nevermind. But yeah, you can totally trust me, I'm a great secret-keeper." Whether or not Logan was too remained to be seen, but he got a pretty good feeling from the mutant. "Not as good as like, S.H.I.E.L.D., but I'm alright." He pointed to Logan. "You?"

[numberoneavenger]

It didn’t take long for Tony to completely submerse himself in the technology as he examined the monitors. He had to admit that the atmosphere was actually kind of nice. If he was still feeling generous after he finished copying the data for his personal use late, he might compliment the kid. Jamming to music while he worked was one of his favorite things to do. Of course, he wouldn’t normally work somewhere so cluttered which is why he was taking most of the work back to his own place. 

The readings were like nothing he’d seen before, and there was something incredibly worrisome about them. He furrowed his brow and tapped a few instructions into his phone before using his fingers to project the readings in the air between him and Peter so that they had a better view. “I honestly have no idea what this is,” he said pointing with his hand as he talked. “But this seems vaguely familiar, but I’m not sure what about it is touching home.” Frowning, he closed his hand, affectively getting rid of the projection and swiftly pocketed his phone. “I’ll do a little more research and get back to you,” he promised. 

He stood up, ready to leave already as he was already anxious to get started. “By the way,” he added, narrowing his eyes at Peter as he shook his head,  ”Don’t call me Stark-sy again.” He started to move to show himself before clapping his hands together. “Right, I’ll need a way to get in touch with you.” 

[starlooord]

It was a bit discouraging to hear Tony say that he had no idea what the readings meant, though it was made slightly better when he said he'd recognized them, at least. That was a start, in his opinion, and if more research needed to be done, Peter didn't mind waiting. For a little while. It was more than anything he could have gathered up and with both Tony's and S.H.I.E.L.D.'s interpretation of the readings, they were bound to figure out what was going on. He'd stick around for the action, of course, if and when it was needed.

"Sounds good to me," he answered eagerly, standing as the other man did, thinking that it would have taken a bit longer but then this was Iron Man he was talking about. "I doubt I'm going to find anything else out about it but if I do, I'll let you know." It wasn't much of a promise but without any sort of idea regarding what was going on, it was the best he could possibly offer without being completely helpless. 

With an obedient nod and a half-salute, Peter smiled, fully intending to call Tony that in the future. Subtlely, of course. Considering the request, he thought for a moment before pointing to his earpiece that also controlled the helmet. "Guess you can use this. It's a communicator too," he explained, giving a shrug. "I could even talk to you if I was halfway across the galaxy. How cool is that?"

[livingcontrivance]

 Menacing claws raked against the man’s summoned helmet in place of flesh, a clash bound to have caused a shower of sparks cascading everywhere had his talons been steel tipped. As Emil’s swipe clipped the starfarer’s masked mug thought was sparred for his rapid lunge for the remote, considering the device’s significance, and thus he expel a soft sigh of relief upon delaying that reality for a few minutes more.  Mouth poisoned with the bitter taste of imagined defeat, for what use were bombs to him if their detonator remained in the enemy’s grasp, when a dull thud emanated from the side of his foot where he had blocked the other man’s path following his collision and not-so-artful rebound a crooked smirk of contentment managed to part his mouth.

Wiggling his entombed foot free the European dragged it out of the ground in a hurry, paying little regard to the damage he caused to the town’s road and its infrastructure by installing a new medium sized pothole. “You’re perceptive, I’ll give you that.” Yellow orbs rolled from right to left in scabrous rimmed sockets, the man’s flippancy in decision making unamusing. The European had encountered his fair share of hero types, ranging from the gallant and patriotic to the cocky and the sarcastic. In his mind the indecisive marksman fitted in with the latter brand of fast talking heroes, fools he craved to wring the necks of.

Edging threateningly forward, facetious words originally intended to deride the quivering hybrid were consumed in the guttural roar that unhinged a fang-filled jaw, the sound every inch as frightful and threatening as the gamma irradiated spy’s huge form. Giving over to the mindless rage that fuelled the Hulk’s unending fury countless times, a far more composed and rational Emil turned that same ungodly wrath upon the starfarer as he recommenced shooting, loosening forth a barrage of wildly aimed swipes and punches, batting away a knat that proved too quick to catch. Each of his strikes, which regularly missed their target went on to pummel the ground as if it were made of clay, rage heightening with every round of specialised ammo sustained. Though unlike the Hulk, the Abomination’s strength remained the same, and didn’t increase.

[starlooord]

As far as large, rage-fueled monsters went, Peter had encountered more than his fair share, normally ending in a few bumps and bruises but at least he was alive. One more couldn't be too difficult to handle, even if he did seem leaps more intelligent than the usual monsters and aliens he'd faced. That could prove to be more difficult for him, mostly because he wouldn't be able to outsmart the creature as easily or as quickly, but he also fared pretty well at improvisation. If anything, he could stall the man-like thing long enough to grab the remote and fly off with it without getting crushed underneath one of the freakishly large hands. Shooting at the thing didn't seem to be getting him many results and so he put the weapon away for now, focused more on side-stepping the swipes long enough to make a dash for the object of importance at the moment.

He'd covered his ears at the roar, the helmet able to block out some of the excessive loudness of it. "Yeah, man, I hear you loud and clear," he said with a hint of annoyance, deciding that leaving the thing on would probably help more than hinder in this battle. Everything had a weakness and he simply had to find out what weakness belonged to the green-ish man and he would have a better fighting chance. For now, though, it was a sort of dance of stepping back and to the side, carefully avoiding the large hole in the ground that had been produced. It would be easier if he was twice his own size and about five times as big, but then, being as big as that probably wouldn't fare too well and he was too vain to wish for something like that.

Something would be able to help, however, Peter realizing it at the last second. Reaching down, he flipped on the jets again, having more room to dodge the swipes being doled out and more easily as well. "Catch you on the flip side, ugly!" he called out to the mass, turning his low-flying trajectory towards the device.

[ancwstart]

Logan couldn’t help but to let out a laugh towards Peter’s reason as to why he wouldn’t like to be called ‘Shock-and-Awe-Lord.’ Of course, though, Logan completely understood that reason. “I guess I can understand. I’d hate to have a lady call me something longer than ‘Logan’, or ‘Wolverine’, or ‘Oh God!’” Tilting his head back, he let out a loud laugh, happily disturbing the other restaurant patrons.

Calming down, he relaxed and pointed over at the kid, now kinda happy to have him here as company. Shaking his head at the question about Tony, Logan gave him a shrug. “Nothing, he’s a jackass. I got more information talking you than I did sitting and having a drink with him.” Plopping his elbows onto the table, Logan pointed over at him. “You talk to him yet? How about S.H.I.E.L.D.?”

[starlooord]

Logan had said it in better terms than he possibly could have, Peter joining in the laughter along with him, fully aware that all eyes were most likely on them at the moment. It didn't matter, not when the two men were 'bonding', so to speak - probably the most that had happened since they'd met. It was the first time he'd gotten such a positive response out of the other, that fact bringing a grin to his face. "Glad you get it," he answered, pleased to see that the mutant did in fact have a fun side. Or, the beginnings of one, at least.

Blinking at the description of Tony, he was surprised that he'd been called that, not really having gotten that impression from the wealthy man. Then again, that was the first time they'd met and he was sure Tony and Logan had teamed up before - still, he had been under the impression that all the other heroes were supposed to be buddy-buddy. Though, thinking about it, his company didn't exactly seem like he got along with his teammates much but he couldn't be faulted for that, Peter not having gotten along with his in the beginning as well.

"I talked to him, yeah. Let him know why I'm here in the first place." He hesitated when S.H.I.E.L.D. was mentioned, recalling his conversation with Natasha. "Um...yeah, we talked. Had a good talk. You could say I'm on your guys' team now." 

[numberoneavenger]

Tony gave Peter an appreciative smile, nodding in understanding. He knew all too well the threats that were out there- and he wasn’t naive to think that he had seen everything that the galaxy had to offer as far as threats. “Sure you can handle all that space, kid?” He asked cheekily, unable to stop himself from making at least some kind of comment.

With another chuckle, Tony moved to make himself comfortable (or as comfortably as he could) in a chair I front of the consoles, pulling out his phone as he did so. He turned his head as ACDC starting playing and looked over to the cassette player that Peter was messing with. If he hadn’t been concerned with the fluctuations that he’d been brought on the ship to see, he’d have some serious questions about that player. It looked way too out of place and he was surprised that he didn’t notice it earlier. Tearing his gaze back to the console, Tony nodded. “You could say that.”

Easily finding the program he needed on his phone, he set it down in front of Peter’s computers. “Do you mind if I take a copy of these to get a better look on my own software?” He asked more out of formality’s sake than anything, already messing with his phone so that he could transfer the readings. 

[starlooord]

With a laugh, Peter nodded immediately, having no hesitation in his answer to the man's question. "Sure I can. I'm lord of the stars, man." It sounded cheesy in his head and even cheesier said out loud, but nothing could have been more cheesy than the grin he'd given in saying it. Tony seemed to understand a bit, though, something that he could appreciate. 

He did make himself right at home in the pilot's chair of the Milano, which both amused and inspired by the act. He truly did believe that the man would be a valuable addition to the team but seemed to fit in more on Earth with the Avengers; pulling him away from that didn't seem right. Still, it would ultimately be up to him, that is, if Peter still even decided to ask him in the near future. Fitting into the team was an obstacle as well and he idly wondered whether or not Tony would be put off by a talking raccoon. He actually saw the two of them becoming friends with how into taking things apart the two men were - between both of them, his ship would be dismantled in less than an hour.

"Go ahead, that's what I'm here for," he answered, gesturing to the monitors. He sank down into what was normally Gamora's seat, looking over Tony's shoulder. Waiting a moment, he glanced down at the phone before looking back at his own readings. "So, what do you think, Stark-sy?"

[ancwstart]

"People expect lots of things, kid." Logan stated simply, hoping that Peter would understand that although people expect, it doesn’t mean they deserve, nor does it mean they didn’t have to pay. But Logan was one of the good guys that did things for little to no money, and after all, S.H.I.E.L.D. usually took care of the expenses that the heroes needed… or whatever the heroes did. Like what Logan had done in Canada for example. Giving Peter a small nod, Logan granted him a small smile. "A little long for what? A catchphrase?"

Logan could tell immediately that Peter was glad to see Logan hadn’t left the incident up north to be a special on the murder channel. “You’d be living like I have for most my life, if you like, I could always give you a few pointers.” Chuckling, Logan sat forward and began to pick up one of his abandoned tacos. Even though it had gone cold, it still tasted good and Logan wasn’t about to waste food. But before he could take a bite, Peter had asked him another question. “Not much, she’s secretive and I don’t ever fully trust her, but she hardly ever lies. I actually learned more from Stark.”

[starlooord]

Expecting some sort of wise words to continue following the other man's train of thought, when none came, Peter simply nodded in agreement to the statement. It didn't sound like Logan was too pleased with what he'd said, though he didn't press, getting the feeling it wouldn't be appreciated if he did. He already respected the Wolverine enough to not go digging into his past, unless, of course, he needed to, but for now, he was fine with just being friends. Ish. At the prompting, he gave a nervous laugh, shaking his head. "No, man. It's a little long to pick up chicks with. 'Shock and Awe-Lord' could be my stage name or something." He cracked a smile at the thought, amused.

He'd nodded at the mention of the other Avenger, though realised that they really had been following each other. Or, rather, Peter had been following Logan - not on purpose, of course, though he wasn't about to let him in on this little fact, instead politely letting him finish one of his tacos before engaging the man again. "Oh yeah? What did Iron Man have to say about all that's happening?" 

[livingcontrivance]

Usually such dismemberment would’ve cost him dearly, impaired his ability to complete assignments and realise his own goals. Those days were no more, though, merely persistent flashings haunting his waking hours, phantom reminders of the constraints of human biology of which he was no longer chained to. In the game of life, he had traded body and morals for his gargoyle-esque mug.  Gently shaking out his ‘stump’ of a limb as mangled bone and sinew steadily reformed, Emil chuckled, a low, sinister laugh. “None taken, though you should know that was the only chance you had at taking me by surprise.”

Flexing the bones of his regrown hand, spindly jagged digits that curled into an iron cladded fist, the ex-spy straightened his scaly back and extended his other arm forward as if in greeting. Palm shown off to the starfarer, he beckoned with clawed index and middle fingers for him to approach. Though he could reach him where he presently stood, if he got the marksman to come closer he’d have an easier time of ending his life. But Emil was no fool; the man clearly wasn’t one for following orders. Passively, the European remarked, in a voice as sweet as sugar; “Challenge accepted.” Upon witnessing the starfarer make a break for it, leathery lips were drawn up in contentment, as their exclusive game of cat and mouse commenced.

Deeming that the far punier visitor had speed and agility in his favour, Emil lifted up his foot and slammed a heel in the way of his sliding path. The blunted impact submerged his foot under several inches of tarmac and rubble, skewering his sense of balance but in the art of the moment it mattered not. Without leaving the youth time to alter his trajectory Emil reached out with his regrown limb, fingers splayed into hooks, their spiky tips pining to sink into hybrid flesh, not expecting to catch his prey quite so soon but partially hoped luck was in his favour. At roughly the same time as he was carrying this out, he shielded his dour mug with the forearm of his opposing right appendage, trying to fend off the rapid fire blasts which stung his hide worse than the best of earthly calibre rounds. “Hiding behind your guns? Whatever happened to the gentleman’s way of handling disputes?” His words were superficial of course. He was aware that no instances of upper-class manners would be exacted in this clash of force.

[starlooord]

He wouldn't have expected it, but it seemed that the significantly larger man's - or, he was assuming it was a man - stature might have just been able to play a part in what Peter would hope would be his blunder. There was no way he would be able to keep up with him, and though he did have strength and power going for him, he would need to watch out for speed and well-timed shots. Still, he wouldn't get cocky as he normally would, not when he would obviously need to think quickly to avoid colliding with both the obstacle in his path and the frankly scary-looking spikes of flesh approaching. Clicking his helmet on at the very last possible second to avoid the full force of the spikes, he reached a hand out for the remote, temporarily ceasing fire.

There wasn't enough time to try and duck around the creature and so he braced himself, colliding headfirst into the blockade created, thankful for the protection the helmet provided when he went skidding across the pavement. With a groan of mild pain, Peter was back on his feet in seconds, already more annoyed that this was taking longer than usual than at the man. "You don't look like a gentleman to me," he commented, actually curious as to what happened to this guy as he resembled the Hulk, if not a bit bigger. "But if you want to do it that way..." He tossed aside his gun, staring his opponent down the entire time.

Waiting a moment, he bent down to pick it up again, after a moment of thinking that that probably would not be the best idea in this situation. Maybe if they were both normal-sized, but he wasn't an idiot. "Just kidding, I-I probably need it." While it would have been cool to win without having to use his gun, that really didn't seem like the best option or even a possibility. Aiming again though this time at the creature's shoulder, Peter fired once and then twice, just to make sure he hit his mark, eyeing the device from a distance as well. If he could just get it out of reach...

[ancwstart]

"You can call me Wolverine all you want, kid. Just don’t call me anything else besides that and Logan." Smirking, Logan gave consideration to having Peter on the same team as himself. "Star-Lord and the Wolverine. Think we could rival Luke and Danny and make it a profitable business?" Of course Logan was talking about the ‘Heroes For Hire’ and if he liked people a bit more he’d consider it an actual career to go into. "Should call you ‘Shock and Awe-Lord’ even with the hyphen." Another smirk.

Raising a brow as Peter leaned forward once again, Logan should have expected this topic to come up sooner or later, but he’d hoped that it would have been on the ‘later’ end of the spectrum. Leaning forward this time, and thinking it made them look more suspicious than they would have sitting normally, he nodded slowly before speaking softly in his gruff voice. “Yeah, paid a visit to S.H.I.E.L.D. and put in a word for Fury to handle it. Told Nat to keep you out of it but who knows if she will or won’t? Either way, you’re fine.” Shrugging, Logan leaned back into his chair once more.

[starlooord]

With probably far too much enthusiasm than he should have had, Peter nodded in agreement to the terms, happy to oblige. "Got it, Logan-slash-Wolverine." The mention of both of them together on the same team was amusing, especially considering he had been named first rather than the other way around. "You know, I'd be so up for that but I think people sort of expect to be saved for free," he commented, finding the idea of being hired to save sort of silly. "Though, I don't think we'd make too bad of a team." He immediately shook his head at the idea of the name, scoffing. "Doesn't roll off the tongue as well, and it's a little long for...well, never mind." 

It was a huge relief to hear that Logan had in fact taken care of the situation, even if he wasn't sure whether or not Peter would be left out of it. He hoped he had left a good impression on Natasha, if that would influence her decision in any way. "Nice. Just got here, I don't need to be spending my time on the run when I got other things to do." He gave a shrug, wondering if Logan had been told what was going on yet. "Anything else Natasha told you?"

[shieldofamerica-blog]

Steve eyebrows shot up when Peter mentioned the strange readings. Finally! He was getting somewhere. “Could you do me a favor and get me a copy of those readings when you get the chance?” Steve asked. “Fury will be happy to hear we are finally getting somewhere.” Letting out a relieved sigh, he clapped Peter on the shoulder. 

"You’re saving me here pal. I’m if I went back empty handed again, Fury might of had a stroke." He wasn’t sure if that last part was true. It didn’t seem like his boss could die in any way. Or suffer from any form of mental sickness. 

[starlooord]

"No problem, Cap," was Peter's eager answer, pleased that he was able to help the patriotic man even a little bit. He hadn't heard too much about S.H.I.E.L.D.'s director, figuring that that was probably on purpose as the organization didn't want to be seen too publicly anyway. He wondered what it must have been like to have to answer to someone else, knowing he wouldn't have been able to play well with that. Steve seemed agreeable enough which is why he must be good to fight alongside.

And he definitely didn't want to be held responsible for giving anyone any sort of attacks or strokes. "Tell him Star-Lord's got him covered," he said with an air of pride though also with a smirk to show that he was kidding. The name probably meant nothing to Fury, as it didn't to most people, though he never missed an opportunity to toss it out now and again.

[yamabros]

…sometimes space can be a real pain in the ass.

[ancwstart]

Logan began to relax a little bit before narrowing his eyes once more at Peter. The kid was stubborn, almost as stubborn as himself, and Logan briefly wondered how well this would pan out in future meetups and/or situations that the two might find themselves in. “Well we could go back to just calling me Logan.” He stated, wondering if Peter would pick up on the hint that Logan was ready to drop any hopes of a friendship if the kid wasn’t going to let those names drop for good.

"No." He stated, finding that word and this setting very similar to the first time the two had meant. "Wolverines are dangerous and crazy animals. Also great hunters." Logan waited for a moment to see if the kid had any sarcastic comment to add onto his statement. Looking himself over, Logan raised a brow before nodding in approval. "Guess I am." Looking up at Peter, Logan granted him a smirk. "Sure if you like all that shock and awe type stuff." Matching Peter’s smile, Logan gave him a small nod to let the kid know he was teasing in return.

[starlooord]

With a huff and a roll of his eyes, Peter settled back in his seat, crossing his arms. "Logan's not as cool as Wolverine, but fine. I wouldn't really call you anything other than that anyway, unless we were on the same team, of course," he explained, giving a hopefully reassuring smile. If it really bothered the other man that much, he would drop the subject and accommodate - he wouldn't lose a potential friendship and ally - a very useful ally, it seemed - over something as petty as an alias. He laughed at the shock and awe comment, having to agree. "That I do," he answered honestly, not seeing it as a bad thing.

Changing the subject, he cleared his throat, leaning in once again and lowering his voice a bit just in case anyone close by was listening in. "So, did you, uh...get that crazy business up north cleared up?" he asked, avoiding using key words like 'murder'. He was mostly checking to see if Logan had mentioned anything else when and if he did get it taken care of, mostly regarding whether or not Peter had been there. He probably hadn't, seeing as no one had come after him yet, but it was better to check for himself.

[numberoneavenger]

Tony chuckled, but didn’t comment on the kid’s cheeky reply. But he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at his second comment. “Ready to skip town already? Didn’t you just get here?” He was curious if he just hated being on earth that much or if he just genuinely loved being out in space that much. His answer might actually help persuade his decision about his thoughts on going into space with their team. His only experience so far hadn’t been one he liked remembering, but he wasn’t daft enough to think that it wouldn’t be better with the proper equipment. 

He could only smirk at the request from Peter, his fingers already itching to get their hands on the ship before he even saw it. It wouldn’t be easy, but he’d respect the kids wishes- at least for now. He wouldn’t in a million years let Peter touch his things so he understood. He pressed his lips together and nodded, it didn’t give him much information to go on, but he hadn’t expected anything much better than that. 

As soon as he saw the ship, all previous plans to hold a pretense that he wasn’t impressed was basically ruined. It was practically written all over his face. Of course, once he was inside, it was different. Still impressive, but he wasn’t a fan of the clutter. “She’s alright,” he replied nonchalantly, though the look on his face still probably resembled a kid in a candy shop.  

[starlooord]

Peter nodded in answer to the question, though it felt like much longer with all that had already happened. "Yeah, I did. Earth is great and all but do you know how many places there are that I haven't been yet? You probably don't, so I'll just say that there's a lot. I probably won't even be able to see them all before I'm gone." That thought always made him upset, though all he did was give a sigh. "So I'd like as much time as I can get." A wistful smile crossed his face. "Besides, other places need guarding too. I'm sure you know how ruthless aliens can be." He winked at Tony, impressed at how the man had fended off the Chitauri in space. 

"And the ladies? Oh man. That's reason enough." He gave a laugh, shaking his head. "I think you'd like it, as into science as you are," he ended with, amused by how Tony was attempting to appear indifferent by his ship. "It's okay to freak out, you know. It's pretty damn cool." Moving over to the stereo system he'd rigged up, he bent down, opening a drawer full of cassettes he'd acquired over the years going back and forth to Earth. Pulling out a black tape, he loaded it into the deck and pressed play, AC/DC beginning to flow through the ship. "Heard you're a fan," was all he gave in explanation before switching on the monitors to pull up the record of the readings.

Standing aside, he gestured for the Avenger to give them a look. "Weird, right? They might be nothing but if they turn out to be something and I left, I'd feel like a jackass. So I'm letting S.H.I.E.L.D. take a look at them too." 

[livingcontrivance]

It was just past noon when the ‘incident’ occurred, an event that would go down in recorded history as the day that saw a small town being wiped off the map and whole family lineages purged from the census books along with their crafts, ideals and businesses that were doomed to fall into disrepair. Mere minutes from disaster, long ranged surveillance equipment had detected an anomaly roaming the town’s streets, but the damage was already done. The c4 was primed and connected to a timer set to five minutes, intel leading officials to believe the anomaly had purposely planted them there. All because a former Soviet Spy wished to put on a grand spectacle.

“Da sveedaneeya, friends,” cooed Emil Blonsky, holding aloft a remote detonation device. He was a reptilian juggernaut who hailed from a country since expunged from existence, a country soon to be joined by the forgettable American town! Gaining a hard, contented glint to glowering yellow hues Blonsky motioned to activate the detonator, only to have the device be shot out of his hand instead! Staggering to the side, the green gargantuan reflexively clasped his targeted hand with the fingers of his other hand, confidence and glee mutating into suspicion and displeasure. The detonation device had landed somewhere further up the street behind him, the planted bombs still inactive and not liable to explode, for the moment.

But all thoughts concerning the bombs or the visions of destruction he had zealously burlesqued for a shameful number of days without pause faded away upon witnessing the lone marksman approach. A brazen child wielding tech he would later realised wasn’t made of Earthly hands, venturing forth with a sweeping swagger and from the shoulder grade of honesty and sarcasm, polarising traits that were frequently and irritability intertwined, Emil could see the capitalist’s confidence in the man’s every step. A mongrel dog that he would take pleasure in crushing the life out of.

When the man came within a handful of feet, the former spy snarled in warning, his anger getting the better of him though he quickly reined it in. “You have a unique way of greeting others, boy…And a sniper’s skill…” Complementing the starfarer, he bought time to examine the hand shot by the unknown ammunition stocking the stranger’s gun. The re-emergence of a crude smile subtly indicated that his hand had already healed after getting zapped, primed and ready to tear out the man’s jugular if need be. The stranger may have averted disaster for now, but the detonation device was still intact and the day was far from over yet. “Tell me though, how much pain can you withstand if I wish to turn that pathetic gun on its owner?”

[starlooord]

As fantastic and glamorous as New York City was, there was a point where the flashy lights and never-ending crowd of people started to take a toll on both Peter's nerves and his body. There wasn't an itinerary of things to do while S.H.I.E.L.D. examined their own reports and then compared them to that of his ship's other than roam around and see what sort of trouble he could immerse himself in. Bars got tiring, dance clubs got tiring - especially when he was better than everyone else in them - but he never grew weary of wandering. One could easily do that in such a big city, but one also constantly bumped into other people when doing so and after nearly getting into a fight for the tenth time, the ravager finally decided to call it quits and stock up to see what was in the next town over.

Loading up with a few candy bars, a cup of whatever looked the tastiest at Starbucks and his quad blaster tucked neatly in its holster, Peter donned his headphones and stuffed the Walkman into his pocket, Rocket Man flowing out. He waved a quick goodbye to Gamora and departed, clicking on the jets attached to his boots. It was more convenient than walking and it got him where he needed to be quicker, not that he had anywhere in mind at the moment, setting off away from the big city.

He didn't get very far, perhaps only a few miles away before seeing something a little suspicious - or largely suspicious, if the individual he had his sights locked on was anything to go by. Keeping a safe distance away at first, the half-human watched the strange creature for a good while, observing his behavior. Finally, when a button appeared in the thing's hands that didn't look as if it was designed for anything good, he clicked the jets off and carefully set his coffee down, placed his headphones around his neck and reached for his gun. It wasn't polite to make such a dramatic appearance, but he would take his chances.

Aiming for both the remote and the large, reptilian-like hands, Peter hit the mark rather nicely, only lowering the gun when he saw the hand blow entirely off and the device roll off into the distance. He'd meant to make a grab for it though hearing the warning in the form of a snarl, he backed off, weapon pointed to fire again. "Thanks, freaky dude," he answered with a trademark smirk. "No hard feelings but you kinda looked like you weren't up to anything good." He'd barely flinched at the hand growing back again, not finding it surprising considering who the hand belonged to. "And you can try but you'll have to take it from me first." Firing once again, he made a running dive for the remote, hoping the blast was enough to distract whatever it was that wanted it so badly.