#mark-xlvl

[imperfectsoldier]

@mark-xlvl

[cosmicjive]

Peter was increasingly convinced the universe was out to get him. SHIELD had started easing him back in, on a desk job. Air traffic control. A bit of a sick joke for a guy who wanted to be up in the skies, but it was better than going stir crazy within four walls. He was starting to worry that he was driving Gamora crazy as well. It was pretty obvious he wasn’t as fun a person to be around as he would usually like to be. She was supportive, but these last few weeks had been particularly shitty. It had been an ordinary day at work, and then he’d started hearing conversation in a language he didn’t recognise over the headset. Thought some idiot civilian pilot had keyed the mic, especially when the buzzing started. It stopped as soon as it had, so he wrote it off. Except, the whole shift went like that. The buzzing got painful. By about the sixth round, he’d got permission to go lie in a darkened room. That’s where he put two and two together - his translator wasn’t working properly. He understood Gamora, because hers was, but communication between them had been mildly more frustrating than usual. His references were totally not going through at all. Also turned out that mental illness and ‘having a buzzing box in your brain’ was a recipe for sleep deprivation. Sleep deprivation was a recipe for getting pissy about minor breakfast-related domestic shortages. That was the point where Gamora snapped, and dragged him to an Avenger. Apparently the Princess they knew said something about having her surgical facilities in Wakanda, and she respected Gamora highly and was very sorry but her nation wasn’t a broken white boy repair service, and also that she was building a lightsaber. He couldn’t be too offended by that, because, yeah, rude, but also teenage Quill would have done the same if he was a tech genius. So here he was, nervously bouncing his knee as they waited for Tony Goddamn Stark. What was his life, even? He pressed his other leg close to Gamora’s in the chair alongside him for moral support, because for some reason it wasn’t socially acceptable to curl up around her like a cat in public. @lastzenwhoberian @mark-xlvl