Kate and Peter Quill?
space trashcan + earth trashcan 5evaahhh
Kate is not impressed by your spaceship. or your fancypants name, mr. starlord. or your alien heritage. she’s just. Not. Impressed.
peter, meanwhile, is just like, arrows??? in space??? not even cool psychically linked arrows. what a rip.
Kate is stuck on the milano and she h888888s it. so much. and then there’s a space firefight and she gets to shoot things and Peter sees and he’s impressed in spite of himself.
And Kate sees peter show Groot how to fly the ship for the third time, and she’s impressed (Groot doesn’t have a big attention span and Peter is being very patient.)
and then one night neither of them can sleep so they’re on the bridge staring at the stars and they start talking about their terrible dads and losing their moms and suddenly neither one seems so insufferable any more. Peter puts his hand on her shoulder to point something out to her, and Kate leans into the touch.
“You’ve missed so much pop culture,” Kate says, yawning. “Like reality television! You’ve never seen survivor. Or Real Housewives or–oh my god. I bet you’d love the Bachelor.”
(she’s right)
Peter is a Terrible influence on Kate.
“It’s not a crime in space”
“I think it is”
“You’re wasting so much Robin Hood potential by not committing robbery crimes. Kate. Please. Please.”
(they don’t actually rob that much stuff. usually it’s for the greater good, or whatever.)
Peter puts streaks of purple in his hair and mentally high-fives himself when Kate can’t stop staring.
send me a Kate Bishop crackship and I’ll give you some headcanons about it or w/e.
