Oh my goodness happy milestone!! If you’re still doing prompts I’d like to request Peter Quill/ Darcy, childhood frenemies meet again (smut is okay)
This is like a brotp for me with a side of mutual confused attraction and I’ve never written it before so that was super fun, thank you! <3 You are lovely and I hope you enjoy.
Pairing: Darcy Lewis/Peter Quill
Darcy stopped in her tracks at the hiss of her name, a familiar exclamation on a foreign voice. She turned in step and stared up at the man who was leaning against one of the small flight pods that had landed on the ground in the midst of the battle. He was handsome, with a horribly cocky smile, and a hideous red leather coat that belonged back in space and…
“UGHHHHH QUILL,” she groaned at the top of her lungs, grinning openly as the rest of the remaining heroes all turned and raised their eyebrows at the pair of them.
Peter Quill, school yard arch-nemesis and general comic book fanboy (who had always insisted that she couldn’t be Superman’s biggest fan because he was and she was a girl) turned red and huffed up out of his leaning position.
“Are you joking right now?” Darcy asked. “Seriously? You have been living in space this whole time? As what?”
“A grifter,” Peter said, shrugging his shoulder, pulling his smirk back up his lips.
“A thrifter?” Darcy echoed. She heard him. This was just more fun. “Like you go to space thrift shops, and-”
“A grifter,” Peter said, loud and sharp. He shrunk and groaned behind his teeth as everyone around them turned to frown and stare again. Captain America looked especially…well Darcy wasn’t sure what that face meant. Disappointment, treason, indigestion. Who really knew?
“Oh,” Darcy said nodding. She added, “I maybe wouldn’t go around shouting that.”
Peter’s eyes narrowed and she tried not to smile. “Geez louise, Lewis, I disappeared off the face of the planet for like twenty years. I was a milk carton kid…I was, wasn’t I?” Darcy sighed heavily and nodded so he continued, “Aren’t you gonna say, like…’glad you aren’t dead in a ditch somewhere’? Or something?”
“I always just assumed you Huckleberry Finn’d it out of town,” Darcy said, shrugging.
Peter’s nose crinkled and she couldn’t help but feel annoyed that scrawny Peter Quill had grown up so…hot.
“I guess I kinda did,” he said. “But on a spaceship instead of a river raft.”
“That’s super weird, dude,” she said.
“No! It’s…I mean, it’s kind of cool, right?” he asked.
“No, it’s weird,” she insisted. She probably should have been somewhere else, doing something useful. But the world had just not ended and winding Peter Quill up was—despite the twenty year hiatus—still her favorite way of winding down.
“I’ll have you know that I am one of the Guardians of the Galaxy,” he said, walking closer to her with a finger pointed in her face.
“Nope,” she said, shaking her head. Because, nope. “No you aren’t. I revoke that title.”
“You can’t revoke- it’s not like you can just…Can you?” he asked, suddenly puzzled.
“I just did,” she said and she would kiss Natasha later square on the mouth for teaching her how to keep a straight face.
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
“I’m the liaison between earth and the Asgardian consulate,” Darcy said. She would also kiss Thor square on the mouth later for giving her that position. Well, maybe not cause it was complicated between him and Jane at the moment and she didn’t wanna get all up in that.
“Oh shit,” Peter murmured, eyes growing huge. “How the hell did you get that job?”
“I make Thor pop-tarts,” she said breezily, turning and waving him along after her. “Come on, Quillian, I’ve got a lifetime’s worth of comics to lord over you.”
“Hey! Have you ever heard of a Zune?” Peter asked, waving the saddest little mp3 player she had ever seen in front of her face.
“Oh my god, you are a thrifter!” she shouted and burst into laughter.