Beat that, Grimace

[thegalaxyoutlaw]

dr-elizabeth-betty-ross‌:

Bruce had left Betty to go deal with a few things, leaving her seated on a bench near the entrance to the Embassy. If she was honest, she was shaken up. After all, it had been rapid fire in a sense: fight Thanos, mind control, get the Stones, get out of the Stone, now following Bruce because she’d be damned if she’d be left behind again. Of course, when she had reappeared in the middle of the kitchen in the apartment she shared with her fiancé, Glen hadn’t exactly known what to do. After all, she had been gone for almost a year. And now that she was back, she had almost forgotten about him entirely. Needless to say, the return had been more than bittersweet. Betty had, essentially, dumped him right then and there. Of course, Glen had always known about Bruce, but that didn’t mean he had taken it any less hard when she had given back the diamond ring he’d bought for her.

Honestly, packing had been a whirlwind from there, and then meeting up with Bruce at Culver had brought memories swirling back. She had elected not to mention Glen. No need, she thought. It wasn’t relevant anymore. After all, Glen had been Betty’s attempt at moving on. At finding love with someone other than Bruce when she had become sure that he was never coming back to her. But now he was back, and she wasn’t squandering that. So she had cried in the shower before toughening right back up and heading out with only two suitcases to her name. The rest Glen could do with what he would.

Now, she sat with one earbud in, the other lightly playing David Bowie as Betty tried and failed to focus on a book in her lap. She didn’t know what the future held, though Bruce had mentioned Norway. She hadn’t been before, and she was sure living with a bunch of scientifically advanced essentially gods was going to either do wonders for her working knowledge of alien physiology, or leave her entirely unsure of what to do. She was more motivated than most, though. And with all of these aliens and future types surfacing, she wanted to be useful. She had been an international leading cell biologist for years. She could expand that to becoming an interstellar one.

Now, as the man approached her, she recognized him from the Stone and closed the book in her lap. “Well, I don’t really,” she told him. “But I’m sure, with our intellectual powers combined, we could work it out.” Holding out a hand, she gave a friendly smile. “I don’t think we officially met.” All she knew was that he wasn’t an Avenger and thus wasn’t on her shit list. Yet. “I’m Betty.”

Peter felt so hopelessly lost that he was mentally beating himself in the head over it. He felt stupid, mostly because he could intergalactically navigate his way from one way point to the next, but wandering around New York City and trying to find an Embassy was a lot harder than he thought. The entire thing frustrated him and he let out a solid huff before realizing that he’d caught the kind looking lady’s eye and that she was addressing him in return.

Taking her hand, he gave it a solid shake before smiling at her. “I’m Peter, Peter Quill.” He beamed, deciding to leave his other title on the shelf for now. “You were in the Stone too, weren’t you?” Squinting Peter shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “Yeah, you’re with...uh... the big guy, sorry that I hit him when he was greened out, but we needed that asshole alive so we could bate Thanos, I mean absolutely no harm towards him or you though, just wanted to lay that out there.” He knew he was rambling and finally forced himself to shut up.

“Uh, sorry -- I sort of got carried away there with my words.“ He gave a small but almost shy shrug before looking back at the building and then back at her. “I’m on my way to finding the alien floor because I know too many aliens and most of them ain’t the nicest of people, so apparently the troop that my dad ran with are visiting and... well, uh,“ he waved a hand, trying to say what he needed to say before sighing. “Basically, they’re space pirates and I kinda want to head them off before the find a way out of the building.“

He looked back to her and tilted his head, catching faint sounds of music and then strained to listen. “Oh, shit, are you listening to Bowie?” He grinned, pointing at her earbuds, “God, I love that man. His music, is because I refuse to use past tense with him, is godly.”

[thegalaxyoutlaw]

@quaketheinternet

“Okay, so I have a plan--“ Peter started, placing his hand on his hip as he pointed his index finger at her. He watched Daisy carefully, wondering how he could have been lucky enough to get her help when it seemed that everyone else and their brother was busy. Tony had instructed Quill to look for a way to get in, not get caught, and get Peter and Mantis out (and anyone else that Quill could find).

Quill had asked Eddie and Wade to do what they could, but he wasn’t sure what it was that they could do. So now it was just him and Daisy, outside of what appeared to be the make-shift prison. “We dress up as normal people and we infiltrate, pretending to be one of the anti-shit lords, right?” He smiled at her, giving a small shrug. “Then we start punching people in the face and we break out our friends and family. I’m sure Tony and them won’t be far behind and this plan is...”

He held up his hands, making the ‘ok’ sign with both of his hands, “flawless.” He paused and scratched the back of his head, admittedly looking down towards the ground with a mumble. “And if it’s not, then we kick some ass and hope for the best. But either way, we’re getting people out of there, right!?”

[thegalaxyoutlaw]

thwipswebs‌:

peter can’t help but laugh as quill mentions bongo cat. “he’s pretty great, right? there’s a lot of different versions of him with different songs, and the funny thing is i think he fits well with just about any song. maybe not every song, but a lot of them.” he shrugs his shoulders, a grin on his face as he thinks about memes. “i figured if i’m gonna start you on memes, i should start with something… wholesome.”

his gaze moves to sandwich, chuckling as he gobbles down the popcorn before going right back to the bone that may had gotten him a few days ago. peter was pretty sure he’d be occupied by that for a few more days, at least. but the sight of it reminds him of something, and he quickly reaches into his backpack to pull out a smaller bone, holding it out to quill. “i got this for kevin jr - i’m not really sure if he’ll like it, but… it’s the thought that counts? i also got this dog toy for him,” he adds, pulling out a toy shaped like a little burger and placing it near kevin jr. 

and at the mention of movies, peter pulls his laptop out next. it’s covered in stickers, mostly star wars, along with some science jokes and meme-related stickers as well. he places it in front of the group and opens it to a lock screen of a picture of himself and his friends - gwen, michelle, ned and harry. punching in his passcode, it opens to a picture of another group of people - a little boy, roughly six years old, with his parents and aunt and uncle. he doesn’t linger long on that image before opening netflix.

“okay, well, for jurassic park we’re starting with the classics. the original, i mean. well, we could watch the originals, ‘cause there’s 3 of them, but the first is the best. later they like, made two spin-off movies called ‘jurassic world ’ but i’m not as big of a fan of those. i gotta show you the new star wars movies they made. ned always says to watch the prequels, but that’s not happening. i hate them. jar jar binks is dead to me, and the only good parts of those movies are padme amidala and obi wan kenobi. the new movies are pretty good though! there’s the force awakens and the last jedi, which are set like… years after return of the jedi. then they made rogue one, which is set like right before a new hope. and there’s also a han solo origin movie, called ‘solo ’. i think we should watch all of those. i have another question - what do you think about harry potter ? i mean, you’ve probably never heard of it, but it’s a book and movie series about wizards and witches. it’s really good! i also have to get you to watch the newer indiana jones movies. you’ve probably seen raiders of the lost ark and temple of doom - the best two, in my opinion - but there’s two new ones since then, and one that’s set to come out in a few years.”

Quill seemed almost mystified that there were dozens of different types of ‘Bongo Cat’ videos out there on the internet. “Would, like, ‘Barbie Girl’ by this really amazing band known as Aqua, work do you think?” He stared a little distantly, bobbing his head to and from as he played the song in his head, happy and proud to have discovered the song. With the next sentence from Peter, Quill let out a dark giggle and stared over at him with a smirk, “you mean there’s less than wholesome memes? I gotta see these.”

It truly didn’t take much to excite Quill, and knowing that there were more of those shitty humor  pictures on the internet, especially dirty ones, made him giggle like a school child. At the mention of KBJr, Quill reached down and scratched under the tiny dinosaur’s chin, watching it lean into his touch and then look back up at him with widened eyes. “We can always try it, dude. I bet he’ll love the bone and maybe, if he can be trained, we can train him to love the little burger thing.” He grinned, accepting both the toys and dangling them in front of the dilophosaurus.

At that, KBJr began to pounce onto the bone, making small little growling noises as it started to tear and chew at it. Quill held the hamburger toy and squeezed it, causing it to squeak and watched as both Sandwich and KBJr perk up to look at him. “Oops, sorry Sandwich,” he reached over with his free hand to pet the dog before returning his attention to the dinosaur, squeaking the toy again and holding it up. However, in that moment, KBJr made a soft purr noise, standing on its hind legs and tilting its head. “Huh, never saw him do that befo-OH HOLY SHIT!” In an instant, KBJr’s frills flew out and he made a  tiny scream before charging at the hamburger and Quill’s hand, attacking the toy and tugging it from him. 

“I have literally never seen him do that before and now I wonder what more he can do,“ he admitted, turning to look at Peter with a wide-eyed stare. Settling down from the events with his kid and idly listening to the softened squeaking and growling, Quill began to nod and listen to Peter’s explanation and words. “Whoa, okay, so first Jurassic Park, got it. Down for that. Then the whole mess about Star Wars? I’m gonna have to see them all but if ‘Solo’ ain’t got Harrison Ford in it, then it’s dead to me. Which speaking of, is Harrison Ford alive? Because I can’t take anymore deaths, man.“ He sighed and shook his head before recounting the rest of what he said, “Stephen don’t like Harry Potter so we can’t watch it in this house, so maybe at your place, and I’m always down to watch more Indiana Jones.“ He grinned at him and sat back and relaxed, pulling his dinosaur child and its toy into his lap.

[thegalaxyoutlaw]

@servantofmischief-princeofchaos​

Loki was enjoying wandering around the Sanctum, if he was honest. It was a good distraction from the fact that, yes, he was out of the Stone, but otherwise had no purpose, no proper affiliation. No inclination to do anything tangible really beyond satisfying his curiosity by reading everything he could. Putting himself trough rigorous magical exercises was vastly helpful in enabling him to recover from the strange physics of the Stone. And he should like to see the faces of those who were wary of him when he had added new tricks to his kit. Much of the necromantic work, however, Loki preferred to keep only theory as a courtesy to Death. He was sure he would run into her again, and then he would ask her opinion on it. He didn’t want to throw himself wholeheartedly into the new practice and end up with a vengeful Lady Death on his heels. If anything, he would have considered perhaps putting her on her own heels, but only as a passing amusing thought—a curiosity, if you will.

Now, he looked up as he heard the Midgardian who wasn’t really a Midgardian speaking to him. Quill. His hands held a tome, probably his fourth tome already, and he didn’t close it just yet.

He was thanking him? Loki blinked at that. People didn’t thank him. He’d anticipated remaining the most disliked in spite of his actions, and in spite of the fact that his crimes certainly weren’t proportionate to the backlash. Particularly not after the Hulk in Johannesburg and Stark in Sokovia. Magic books weren’t the only thing that Loki had been reading, and he was getting quite good at the Internet. He was sure his education would only expand the more time he spent with Peter, as well.

“No need to thank me,” he responded. “It certainly wasn’t because of some selfless love for you and your allies.” He had done it because Death asked him to, for the murder of his people, and for himself. Plus, Quill’s allies were content to keep him vilified, so he would remain difficult.

His eyes moved to the box in Quill’s hand, ignoring his last question as he peered at it. “What is that noise?”

Peter raised a brow at the Asgardian, obviously feeling like something he’d said had been not what the God was used to and almost immediately he moved to apologize. Except he didn’t, and his gaze lingered down to the dusty old book that Loki held in his hands. Probably Stephen’s, but Peter wasn’t there to tell him to not be reading, since he was fairly certain Stephen would have stopped him by now.

When Loki finally responded, Peter gave him a small smile and then a passive shrug. He snorted at his addition to his words, making him look away and smirk. “Nah man, no one ever does anything selflessly, if they tell you that they did, then they’re liars.” He raised a brow and gave the other man a ‘right?’look.

He watched him with curiosity, wondering what Loki was thinking in that moment. “Huh?” He followed Loki’s eyes and looked down at his Walkman, smiling brightly as he held it up to show it off to the God. “It’s a Walkman, a uh... music box? It’s apparently really old tech for Terra now, but I don’t care, I love it, it was a gift from my mom.” He didn’t bother to mention that his real dad had broken it and that Tony, his newly appointed father figure, had fixed it for him. “And that noise as you so indelicately put it, is called music.”

Peter eyed him for a moment before reaching for his headphones and passing them over to Loki, “here dude, give it a listen -- if I can get Gamora into music, I can sure as shit try to get you into it.” He replayed the song, letting Loki listen to the beginning of ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’, and almost guaranteeing to himself that by the time they leave each other, Loki will be a Queen fan. “Well? What do you think? Excellent, right?”

[thegalaxyoutlaw]

valkyricrs‌:

Brunnhilde’s brows drew together in amusement as the the human – or at least, she assumed he was human, he certainly looked the part, and sounded like the Midgardian’s she’d come across so far – fumbled over his words. She didn’t think she was much to be marveled over, but, then again, a two thousand year old woman was likely fairly impressive to men who usually lived no more than a hundred. 

“Uh huh,” She finally replied, taking another long drink from the bottle. Norns, she really hated portal travel. It left her feeling shaky and wrong – an odd feeling she didn’t enjoy. The alcohol helped, a little. Brunn eyed the bread in the man’s hand, and, deciding she was hungry and it might make her feel better, she took it and ripped off a chunk with her teeth.

“Valkyrie,” She introduced herself through a mouthful, “Thanks for the bread.” She added once she’d swallowed the bite.

Peter could instantly tell that he was amusing the Asgardian, he should have known that his antics would be something that she’d like -- even if she felt him to be primitive or whatever his mind could come up with. He watched further with more impression when she just seemed to drink the alcohol like water.

“Wow, you’re amazing--” He paused, and tilted his head, scrunching up his face in thought. “Did I say that already, or? I mean, it’s still really true, you’re super incredible.“ Peter shrugged lightly, raising his brow when she reached over to take the bread and oddly comforted by the thought that he’d actually managed to give her the bread without coming off as creepy.

“Valkyrie? Whoa, like the...“ He looked around the Embassy and waved a hand, ”Valkyrie, Valkyrie!?“ He blinked and stared, beaming at her. “You’re welcome! Is there anything else I can get for you?“

[thegalaxyoutlaw]

nctparasites‌:

Eddie wasn’t feeling so good – which could only mean one thing. Venom was hungry and temporarily snacking on one of his organs, wonderful. A grocery bag was held tight in his hand, full of tater tots and chocolate, hoping that would be enough to keep him happy for the time. Something stopped him on the way to his apartment, though, as he caught side of a small skeptical crowd and one man ranting on. What the fuck is a Star-Lord?

He stayed to the back of the crowd though, curious if it could lead to any type of story. Tater tots and chocolate cost money and he needed work, but after just a few moments, he had to assume these were just the ramblings of an ill man that’d seen too much violence and maybe watched too much of the news. Before he could step away though, he’d approached him, already going on about joining him.

“Man, I’m not part alien.” He started, rocking back on his heels almost hesitantly as the other man seemed to pick up on his extra passenger. Well, if this guy could talk crazy, so could he. “I just have one hitching a ride up my ass.”

‘I am not up your ––’

“It’s a saying, man, calm down.” He muttered to himself, well, to Venom – but that wasn’t the point. He let out a sigh and looked to the guy again, he seemed desperate and Eddie was kind of feeling bad for him. “Look, I don’t like all this shit going on, people are getting hurt and it’s all shitty but I don’t know who has your friends or whats going on or where they’d be. I don’t know how I’d be much help to you.”

Peter wasn’t expecting the man to tell him he wasn’t part alien, especially after he’d revealed to him, that he, himself, was part alien. But then the guy told him that he had an alien up his ass and all serious expectations of their conversation soon went right out the window and Peter found himself trying very hard not to laugh. “Uh, okay my dude, I get kinks, trust me, you’re not the first to have an alien up your ass, but I mean, ain’t it a little cruel to leave it in there while you’re walking around the streets in New York?”

He raised a brow, propping his hand on his hip and tilting his head, assessing the guy over and raising a brow when it seemed he was talking to himself. Probably talking to the alien up his ass. Poor thing. “That’s the thing man, I know who has my brother and sister, but I can’t go by myself and I could really use some help--dude, if you won’t help, maybe the alien up your ass will.” Peter raised both of his brows at him.

“After all, its gotta be strong if it’s hanging around up in there for however long you stuck it there.“ He leaned forward a little bit, trying to figure out the best way to address the alien. “Sorry bro that he’s got you trapped in his ass, but I could really use some help saving some kids from evil people. I don’t know how they’re being treated, but I’m sure it ain’t good.“ He stepped back and began to plea with the man. “Come on, man, please.“

[thegalaxyoutlaw]

@nctparasites

“Come on people, you know you want to join and help me, the legend that is known as Star-Lord, save my sort of sister and my sort of brother from these assholes-!“ He yelled into the crowd of people who seemed vaguely interested in either the Sanctum or the fact that Peter was trying desperately to get attention for what he knew was his last shot at breaking Mantis and Parker from the anti-mutant and anti-enhanced shit lords.

It wasn’t until people started to disperse that he noticed a guy in the back wearing a hoodie and trying to keep himself unseen. Yeah, great way to keep hidden. Peter snorted to himself before finding that his device he kept on him started to beep with information. Pulling it out and looking at it, he pointed it towards the man and made a face. Alien.

Well, not fully alien. But definitely some sort of type of alien.

Hopping down from the stoop, Peter jogged up to the guy. “Hey, hey buddy, saw you listening to my speech, want to help me break my sister and brother out of those asshole anti-shits places?” He raised a brow, before really taking the guy in. Not ugly, but definitely sweaty, and looks like he’s having a bad time. Leaning in, he whispered to the man. “Bro, I’m part alien too, so I get it.”

[spiidrew]

closed starter for @thegalaxyoutlaw  

jessica hated aliens. every non-terrestrial she’d encountered was either homicidal or downright annoying. that’s why she agreed to help sword eliminate extraterrestrials. that, and she was still pissed at veranke for wearing her face and causing trouble on the raft. nobody believed jessica when she claimed that a skrull had stolen her identity, they just assumed she’d gone back to hydra and chased her out of town. it hurt, but playing mercenary was a good distraction.

even though she’d gone back to new york with the intention of rejoining shield, jessica refused to abandon sword. they’d want her to return the alien-tracker she’d been wearing on her wrist for the last four months, and that wasn’t about to happen. it wasn’t pretty, but the tracker had become a lifeline for jessica. she didn’t have to worry about veranke as long she was wearing it. jessica always knew when she was face-to-face with someone that didn’t belong on earth. and she liked it that way.

when her tracker went off at a local dive bar, the spider-woman was quick to react. she cornered the alien, breaking a pool stick over her knee and threatening him with splintered ends. she didn’t know what he was, considering his appearance was identical to a human, but that didn’t stop jessica from pursuing him. he was probably a skrull, wearing the face of someone nobody he’d passed on the street. it made jessica sick. 

“should we do this the easy way or the hard way?”

[thegalaxyoutlaw]

Peter had taken the advice from some of the people in the Stone on what local bars he should visit when he made it back to Earth. This time he was taking Logan’s choice of a dive bar in the dingiest, dirtiest part of the city. Briefly, he wondered if this was some way of Logan’s to scare him, but he shrugged it off and just assumed that the mutant probably thought Peter to be just a dumb kid. A mistake most people made, and one that Peter was happy for them to believe.

He felt at home in the bar, felt safe and comfortable, and even though he wasn’t entirely sure what all the alcohols he was drinking was, he didn’t really mind them or their taste. Still, his good evening was about to be interrupted when what seemed to be an insane woman came rearing into the bar and ready to attack him.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa--!” He shouted, jumping back from her pool stick breaking and angry word wielding. He still had a bottle of beer in his hand that he reached for to drink as he tried to keep an eye on her at the same time. “The ‘easy or the hard way’? What kind of crap is that? Who are you!?“ He yelled again, backing himself up against the wall, finishing his beer and passing it over to the nearest patron, as he slowly slid his one hand up and the other to his gravity bomb.

“Look, I didn’t do no loans or seedy shit here like I’ve done in space, I’m just happy to be back home and enjoy the city, if you’re after me for some bounty then like go talk to Tony Stark or something, because I can promise you, whatever guy you’re looking for, I ain’t him!“

[thegalaxyoutlaw]

itsnanotech‌:

Coffee.

Tony had one singular thought in his head, and that was the burning need for bean juice. He’d ticked off the two top priorities - Stephen, shower (Stephen and shower) - and now to hit the third.

He could practically taste the coffee now, his brain going into overdrive as it reminded him of what a good cup of java was like. The sweet, sweet notes of pure divine bliss rolled over his imagination’s tongue, taunting him with the fact that he was back on Earth, and a good cup was just within reach.

It didn’t occur to him that his tea-loving wizard might not have any coffee in the kitchen at all.

It was during the pilgrimage to where Stephen had described the kitchen as being that he found himself on the second floor instead. It was confusing - he’d been quite certain that he had been on the fourth floor and he hadn’t taken a wrong turn or gone down any flights of stairs, but … here he was as though he had been magically redirected by the Sanctum itself.

A moment later, he became certain that he actually had been redirected, as he came across an apparently very upset and morose Peter Quill.

His voice had started to return, but it was still hoarse and soft, and his initial ‘hi’ went unnoticed. Which was probably why he startled the hell out of Quill, and he barely had the chance to get a word in edgewise before he was being tackled to the floor. Quite literally. 

Emitting an ‘oof’ as his back collided with the hard wood, he tried to signal to Quill that air and breathing were very nice and very essential, and ended up shoving ineffectually at his chest. Not exactly the most dignified of reunions, he thought.

“Pete,” he croaked out. “What do you mean ‘cursed’? For the record, if it has something to do with Stephen, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t turn anyone into toads.”

Patting Peter on the back to show him that he really was very happy to see him again, except for the whole floor thing, he shot him a smile. “Nope, not dead. Alive and well, just like you’re not dead. Did you really think that a little thing like death would stop me?”

At the feeling of being shoved, Peter immediately let Tony go and sat up, helping the older man to sit up as well. “What’s wrong with your voice? Are you okay?” He asked, before a moment later realizing that was probably one of the dumbest questions to ask anyone ever. Especially Tony Stark. “And uh, about the curse thing, you see, I have this theory that like... every time I have someone be like a parent to me, they die and I ain’t ever going to see them again and I thought, especially with the way Strange had said things, that you were...”

He looked away from Tony and nodded his head to the side, sighing a little and trying not to let his emotions get the best of him. “You know...” he lifted his hand and rolled it in the air, trying to get the words to come without actually having to say them and ultimately failing as he looked back and met Tony’s gaze. “Permanently not alive anymore.”

There was literally no way his mouth was going to let him say ‘dead’, not in this serious of a context.

But he emitted a smile when Tony patted him on the shoulder and confirmed to him that he was very much alive and that death wasn’t something to stop him. “I don’t know, I’ve had my share of bad luck with parents so I really did think you bit it for good.” He heaved another sigh and stood up, offering his hand to Tony to help him up before straightening out his own clothes and looking around. “Where were you headed before I tackled you?”

He considered quite a few possibilities and most of them centralized on food or Stephen, he hoped it was the former as he hadn’t seen the Sorcerer since the first day and he wasn’t really willing to go looking for him now. “Also this place is creepy as shit, I keep getting lost and I’m pretty sure something tried to spook me on the third floor. It’s always cold there and I feel like I’m constantly being watched, I hate it.”

[leonagw]

To her surprise, New Asgard seemed to be running successfully. Brunnhilde wasn’t naive enough to think they didn’t have a long way left to go, or to think that the Asgardians were healed after what had happened ( or that they would ever be healed ). Their town was quaint, far from the golden city of Asgard she remembered from her youth, but it was certainly better than the trash planet of Sakaar, a place she would not soon forget.

Though she never considered herself a leader – not even close – Brunn had found herself assuming the role, to some extent. She was sworn to aid and protect her king, and Asgard, and if that meant assisting in establishing her kingdom on Midgard, then that was what she was willing to do. Today, it meant visiting the Asgardian Embassy in New York, something which would have been a hassle if they didn’t have a conveniently placed portal connecting the embassy with New Asgard.

Stepping through the portal, Brunn braced herself for the rush of magic as she was transported from Norway to New York. She carried a bottle in her hand though it was still early morning, and took a swig of it to stabilise herself after the teleportation, before noticing someone else on this side of the portal. “What?” She asked, eyeing them.

[thegalaxyoutlaw]

Peter had found himself back at the Embassy, the Ravagers had came to see what all the fuss was about and he knew he had to head them off before they decided to cause any trouble -- thankfully they were being diplomatic and though some tried to wander off to do their own thing, for the most part they stuck around and made nice with everyone.

That didn’t stop Peter from having his own curiosities and the Outlaw soon found himself on the Asgardian floor, happily mixing in with literal gods and way-too perfect faces. They were also tall, way too tall for him, but he was happy to finally know what it felt like to be Tony. Though, he remembered to never tell Tony that. Sighing, he was about to snag some mead and food and ditch when the portal started to activate and someone stepped through.

Staring in disbelief at how amazingly beautiful she was (seriously, were all Asgardians born with the requirement to be hot?) -- he realized that he didn’t look away in time when she spotted him staring and confronted him. “Uh... nothing, just noticing how you ....look.” He mentally smacked himself before holding out what looked to be bread. “Food?” He offered, dumbly. “I’m Peter Quill, you’re awesome.” He replied, staring once more.

[thegalaxyoutlaw]

mxstdanerousguardian‌:

Finding the kitchen had been a feat unto itself. But finding something edible was… harder. She’d found something called a bearclaw- whatever that was- and a dark brown liquid that tasted very bitter. The bearclaw, as it was called, was also very sticky, and she was wondering if you were supposed to be messy while eating it or if it required a utensil.

Continuing to look around, she found several utensils- at least some of these seemed to be universal. Forks, knives, spoons. These all existed on her planet. Next she found a plate- another universal object, it seemed, and looked at the pastry again. Was she supposed to heat this up? Confused, she took it over to one of the contraptions in the room that looked like a kind of oven, but the tech was so old that she couldn’t even figure out how to open it, so she gave up.

Terran tech was so outdated.

She’d been sitting at the counter just… staring at her food, when Peter entered the kitchen, pulling her from her thoughts. “I know its food.” she replied, a little snarkier than she meant for it to come out. “I’m fine,” she pointed at the mug in front of her, “this is the most disgusting thing I’ve ever tasted- how do you drink this?” she asked, “and this,” she pointed at the pastry in front of her, “I haven’t figured out how I’m supposed to eat this…” she picked up the plastic wraper it had been wrapped in and read the name to him, “bearclaw…”

Peter was admittedly beyond amused at Gamora’s seemingly never-ending staring contest with the bearclaw. “Y’know, that thing ain’t gonna kill you, I promise.” He stated, carefully watching her from the rim of his coffee cup as he leaned against the counter. Wondering just how much Gamora was really hating being on Terra and if she wanted to head back out to space, where she -- hell, who was he kidding -- where they were more comfortable.

“Also for starters,“ Peter set his own coffee down and reached for hers, taking it to the fridge to grab some milk. “People like to add shit to their coffee so that it actually tastes good, no one drinks it black unless they’re a psycho.“ He replied, giving her a generous pour of milk before replacing it and then reaching for the sugar. “This is called sugar, it sweetens the coffee, and it’s basically what my candy is made out of.“

He snorted when she started on a rant about the bearclaw, looking over at her as he slid the coffee back.

“Try it now, and--“  he reached for the pastry and brought it to the microwave where he mashed a few buttons and hoped. “Usually folks like to heat these things up? If you don’t like it still, I’ll eat it, but hopefully you like it. My grandpa used to give me them when I was a kid, I loved them then.“ He paused and frowned, letting out a heavy sigh before turning to look back at her, “Gamora, babe, if you want to go back to space let me know? This is my home planet but it’s... not the same. Earth ain’t my home, it’s just where I was born.“

[gcdessofdeath]

it’s all too FAMILIAR. the green and black emerges into reality and hela steps through. it dissipates back behind her as she scans her surroundings for a brief moment. “ hm… “ her voice is laced with hints of disgust. though the thought of her freedom again brings a twisted smile to the goddess’ lips.

the fight with surtur left her quite weak—-not dead. so, after a strenuous battle she gained back her strength and mostly importantly her power and waited. she knows of the decemination, of all that was left in ruins because of the infinity gauntlet. and frankly she’s going to use that to the best of her ability to sneak right through the cracks.

from what hela is gathering, new york took a significant hit when it came to everything. therefore, it’s where she’s placed herself. a part of her hopes to maybe run into some old asgardians—-if there are survivors. she’s staring down a figure a little across the way. her hands firmly on her hips as she speaks, “ i’m hela. “ quick and to the point. but, she’s going to make sure everyone knows her name. 

[thegalaxyoutlaw]

Peter was doing his own thing, walking down the street of New York, the city’s high rises shadowing him as he bopped his head up and down to his Walkman, listening intently as it blasted out a CCR song. He’d been doing alright since he got back to Earth, since he sort of moved in to the Sanctum, things were looking up.

But what he wasn’t okay with was the mere fact that there were so many new changes and adaptations (and weird remakes of some beloved films, screw you new Footloose screw. YOU.), but for the most part, Earth was home and it would always be. He also wasn’t expecting to run into a beautiful woman who looked like the hotter version of Loki.

Stopping dead in his tracks, he ripped his headphones out of his ears and looked her over in dumbfounded admiration. “Hi Peter, I’m Hela,” he found his mouth stating before he shook his head and gave her a small smile. “uh, I mean, I’m Peter, you’re obviously not, you’re Hela, hot... you’re really hot.”

[wcmanofwar]

earth’s a mess. it’s her first time back - really back - in over twenty years and the place is a shambles. sure, it had been bad when she had come down and met coulson so she could go into the stone but sheesh it’s so much worse now that she’s actually stopping to take a good hard look at it. carol knows she should head back up to space, go back to fighting skrulls and continuing on her path pre-snappening but how can she do that when she’s almost grown close to the team on earth? 

the majority of the last hour or so was spent up in the air, flying above the city and really taking in all of the destruction and chaos that had ensued since the snap. earth needed her. there were plenty of other star force members doing their bit in the kree-skrull war so it wouldn’t do any harm for carol to at least try to help restore things on her home planet. 

when she finally lands on the ground back at s.h.i.e.l.d’s current headquarters, her helmet dematerialises away and blonde locks fall back into place as she walks inside to try and find one of the others. once she spots a person up ahead, carol stops and calls out. “hey!” she steps forward to get a good look at who it is. “you alright?”

[thegalaxyoutlaw]

As with most things, Peter was once again completely and hopelessly lost within the Embassy building -- he somehow had made his way down into the basement and was very confused that it was actually a working sort-of government machine. “Huh, well... alright.” He mumbled, deciding that he wasn’t likely entirely welcome there but the agents didn’t seem to pay him mind.

Maybe they knew him, he thought.

Shrugging, he decided to carry on his way down a hall, hoping to find an elevator or an escalator that would take him back to the ground floor. But with no such luck, Peter soon found himself getting stuck in a hallway -- only to have someone appear right before him and call out to him. Though luckily for him, he had recognized the voice.

Squinting into the dark, he tilted his head when she emerged and asked him if he was okay. “Oh holy shit, Carol!?” He asked, happy to see her and a little more than grateful that she’d likely be able to help him out of this maze.”Dude, it’s me! It’s Peter Quill! Remember we fought Thanos?” He grinned and walked towards her, opening his arms for a hug. “Also, I’m fine, but I’m a little lost.”

[thegalaxyoutlaw]

@nsummers

So Peter had been taking a taxi around the city, enjoying the sights and generally letting the guy guide him as he seemed friendly enough and just wanted to talk to someone who had been to space. The only reason the cab driver knew about that was because Peter had just came from the Extraterrestrial Embassy, it’d been a long talk between himself and the cabbie.

When Peter had asked the guy if he knew of a place he could get a drink, the guy told him he knew just the place and that a friend owned it, as well as his best friends frequented the joint. “Awesome,” Peter had replied, unknowing what sort of bar it would be. When they pulled up, Peter stared at the sign on the building, “Sister Margaret’s School of Wayward Children?” He repeated, squinting his eyes and looking to the driver. “What?”

But the driver insisted it was a bar, so as Peter climbed out and was about to pay the man, the guy shook his head and said a high five and maybe a hug was good enough payment. Not one to argue on what seemed like a great deal, Peter shrugged and did just that, waving the driver off and making his way inside.

But once inside, Peter realized he’d walked into the wrong neighborhood, spotting the frequenters in the bar to be just like the Ravagers he’d grown up with, only the Terran version. “Oh, great--” he muttered, keeping his head up and adding an uneasy smile as he scooted his way to the front of the bar. “uh, just a beer please?” He smiled at the tender before turning to look around uneasily at the crowd who took various turns staring him down.

“So uh, anyone here like good music? Yeah, I myself am a fan of Bowie, Queen, CCR, Meatloaf, you know, the good shit.“ He called out, nervous chuckling as he hoped to see a face that didn’t want to murder him entirely.

[thegalaxyoutlaw]

@dr-elizabeth-betty-ross

It’d been the first time since he’d been back on Terra that Peter Quill had dared to venture out into New York City on his own. Even when he was eight years old, he’d never been anywhere on Earth except for his small farm town in Missouri. And, well, New York City sure wasn’t Missouri.

He stared up at the skyscrapers, amazed by how big they were and how humans could create them -- as he was used to alien architecture and their far superior building techniques. Still, even for archaic, humanity did a damn fine job.

Peter decided to go to the Embassy building where he’d learned from Stephen that there was a new floor specifically made for those that were not of Earth, he felt it was a good place for him to start as he decided that being on Terra was, for lack of a better word, a good vacation. As he made his way around and finally spotted the building, Peter managed to get himself lost within the Embassy.

“Uh, sorry to bother you but,“ Peter approached a woman, smiling at her and hoping that she was as friendly as her face seemed to be. He also really hoped that she worked there, or at least knew her way around. “Yeah, I uh, I’m a little lost?“ He scratched the back of his head and scrunched up his nose as he looked around in confusion. “Can you show me where the alien floor is? Or at least point me to the right direction?“

[thegalaxyoutlaw]

@itsnanotech

Peter had been told by Parker that Tony had died and that he wasn’t coming back. It was a major blow to Peter and he hadn’t exactly found the time to cope with it. Nor was he looking for the time to cope with it. It almost scared him with how many parental figures he’d lost. He began to wonder if he, himself, was the reason; that somehow he was a curse to anyone who showed a loving parental kindness to him.

It really felt like a tornado had ripped the foundation and walls from his carefully crafted glass house of emotions.

Finding a moment to be alone in the Sanctum, Peter tucked himself away on the corner of the second floor, bringing his knees to his chest and allowed himself to properly grieve for the man who had done so much good for him in such a short amount of time. He tried to quietly stifle his sobbing as he heard footsteps approach, doing his best to not be seen but finding that he’d failed in that.

Looking at the feet first, Peter hadn’t recognized them to be anyone’s that he was familiar with, nor were the baggy and way too long grey sweatpants. As he looked up further and wiped at his eyes, Peter let out a noise that was a cross between choked and surprised. “Oh my god, I thought you were dead!?” Instantly, he scrambled to his feet and tackled the previously missing and thought to be dead Tony Stark into a hug, dragging them both back down to the wooden floor. “I’m so happy you’re back and you’re here, I’m not cursed!” He muffled as he still held Tony down and into the hug.

[thegalaxyoutlaw]

@thwipswebs

Quill was promised a movie night and various other updates to his life by Peter Parker. He’d grown to love the kid like a little brother and he was happy to see that Parker was happy to be around him too. Which was what led the two of them sitting around the only television in the giant Sanctum, ready to watch a plethora of films and for Quill to seriously catch up on some pop culture.

It was only recently that he discovered what a ‘meme’ was and that he could ‘yeet’ things into the distance, thanks Parker.

“So what film we watching, little bro?“ He asked, sliding his gaze over to the kid as he reached for the popcorn. “Because I keep being told about Jurassic Park and I’m pretty sure--“ he reached down into his lap and scratched KBJrs head before also reaching to pat Sandwich’s head (and giving him some popcorn) before fully putting his attention onto the younger Peter. “--that Kevin Bacon Jr here would love it.“

He paused for a moment and tilted his head with a smirk, “by the way dude, I looked up that cat video you told me to..” he started laughing and shoved more popcorn into his mouth, “freaking hilarious, I need to show it to Gamora and Mantis. I love the bongos and the music.”