[Story] SpideyNova Space Adventures AU
(( crimesofadeadpool you cruel cruel shipper you. hah! I kid, I totally deserve this. You think it might be time for me to make a new prompt list? Prompts are still open but everyone wants SpideyNova and I’m running out… anyways I’m posting these as I finish them, since you asked for so many, lol. Here’s SpideyNova #3))
3. “We probably shouldn’t have named it The Titanic…”
The strange lights of hyperspace rippled as the ship shuddered.
“Ah, Sam. Is the little mauve light supposed to be blinking at me? I don’t think it’s supposed to blinking at me,” Peter said from the engineer’s control panel.
“Mauve is bad make it stop blinking!” Sam called from the helm. Though helm might imply a magnitude of ship that this craft was most certainly not.
“I’m trying! I’m trying!”
The not-lights outside the view ports distorted into nearly plaid before vanishing into the black void of space. Shrill alarms blared as Sam, his helmet, a few discarded wrappers, and most concerningly some important looking bolts started floating. His rumpled night shirt and boxers billowing out in the lack of gravity.
Sam pushed off. He snagged his helmet on his way to the engineering console. Grabbing a zero g hand hold he came to rest looking at the read outs. Peter dodged out of his way.
"Ooh is that a chocolate bar?"
"Das't it, we're losing life support. Get in your suit, web head," putting on his helmet Sam ripped off the front panel and left it floating. Reaching into the electronic guts of the engineering controls he started attempting repairs.
“Umm… about that,” Peter said nervously, rubbing the back of his head.
“What,” Sam said, turning to level a very unamused glare Peter’s way.
“Weellll you know how you said I should trade the chitauri suit for a kree suit at the last stop, right?”
“Yes,” reaching up to rub the bridge of his nose, Sam let out a slow breath.
“I was totally gonna, but then I saw this-”
“Well, to put it bluntly, yes. I have no space suit.”
Peter swallowed. Sam pointed to the bulkhead leading to the rest of the small ship.
“I’m getting, I’m getting!”
“And don’t forget the units!”
A short, angry time later Nova (with the now glowing Peter) was glaring at the now scrapped former chituari ship.
“You das’t web headed spider, my Nova Force is not your personal space suit!”
“I said I’m sorry, Sam. I really did mean to get a kree space suit, but there was this-”
“Ugh. I cannot believe this schlag bait!”
The ship listed, displaying almost mockingly the red spray painted Nova Corp logo and name scrawled hastily on the side.
“Well, my little light bulb, we probably shouldn’t have named it The Titanic…”
((In other news, Peter is no longer allowed to name things. Hah. Poor Sam. And what the frick did Peter find that was so distracting and worth a space suit? Will these two idiots ever get back to The Milano? Is Sam gonna keep his promise when they do? We may never know.))
