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Maybe I do.
[ Or maybe she wants them to take turns so they can make sure no one gets shot.
(But is she totally looking at his ass as he shimmies into those pants? You bet she is.)
Once he's done, she gets changed herself. Unfortunately for her (but fortunately for Peter) combat suit isn't very conducive to wearing it under the uniform jacked, so she strips down to her underthings and zips the jacket over her bra.
She gathers up her clothes and stores them away in her digistruct device, and holds a hand out for Peter's things as well. ]
[ Or maybe she wants them to take turns so they can make sure no one gets shot.
(But is she totally looking at his ass as he shimmies into those pants? You bet she is.)
Once he's done, she gets changed herself. Unfortunately for her (but fortunately for Peter) combat suit isn't very conducive to wearing it under the uniform jacked, so she strips down to her underthings and zips the jacket over her bra.
She gathers up her clothes and stores them away in her digistruct device, and holds a hand out for Peter's things as well. ]
[ He resists the urge to wolf whistle as she undresses, but only just. (She'd probably slap him for it, anyway. Disrespectful.) When she's finished, he hands his clothing over to her. ]
We good?
We good?
I think so.
[ She starts heading over to Sarah's tent, where the woman is waiting, looking over a map that's being projected out of a small device in the center of a table. She hands Maya a simple green army cap as they enter. "For your hair."
Maya shrugs and puts it on, tucking her hair into the cap. ]
[ She starts heading over to Sarah's tent, where the woman is waiting, looking over a map that's being projected out of a small device in the center of a table. She hands Maya a simple green army cap as they enter. "For your hair."
Maya shrugs and puts it on, tucking her hair into the cap. ]
[ Peter examines the map with open interest, and he looks pretty calm and relaxed. After a few seconds he seems satisfied before turning to Sarah. ]
Let's just get down to brass tacks. We need to know what you know.
Let's just get down to brass tacks. We need to know what you know.
[ Sarah points at a particular place on the map- a purple circle in an otherwise blue recreation of the forest and mountains.
"This is the blast site. Only trace amount of Eridium were uncovered, but it was enough to go on. My people have been digging, following the Eridium vein under the mountain. I just received word that they found some sort of tunnel or hallway. Something under that mountain has been hollowed out. We're betting it will lead us to the Vault, but I haven't sent people in for recon, yet." She pauses there, looking up at Peter and Maya.
"You two just became those people."
Maya gives Peter a quick glance before turning back to Sarah. ]
No signs of life down there, as far as you can tell?
[ The woman shakes her head. "We haven't picked anything up, but there's a lot of rock between us and the Vault." ]
"This is the blast site. Only trace amount of Eridium were uncovered, but it was enough to go on. My people have been digging, following the Eridium vein under the mountain. I just received word that they found some sort of tunnel or hallway. Something under that mountain has been hollowed out. We're betting it will lead us to the Vault, but I haven't sent people in for recon, yet." She pauses there, looking up at Peter and Maya.
"You two just became those people."
Maya gives Peter a quick glance before turning back to Sarah. ]
No signs of life down there, as far as you can tell?
[ The woman shakes her head. "We haven't picked anything up, but there's a lot of rock between us and the Vault." ]
[ Peter takes another look at the map as Sarah speaks. He's got an eye for this kinda stuff, or at least he sort of learned how to pick out what he could and improvise. With the Ravagers, sometimes they could only nab blueprints moments before a heist. ]
So we head down, check the place out? Sounds easy enough.
So we head down, check the place out? Sounds easy enough.
[ "In so many words."
There's another pause, and Sarah puts her hand to her ear, listening for a moment on her comm.
"Go ahead and get going, but please, call off your friends before they kill any more of my men." ]
Will do. ... Thank you, Sarah.
There's another pause, and Sarah puts her hand to her ear, listening for a moment on her comm.
"Go ahead and get going, but please, call off your friends before they kill any more of my men." ]
Will do. ... Thank you, Sarah.
[ ... Peter has a second to think, Oh, fuck, right, before he quickly steps away, activating his mask. It's a weird quirk in his gear that he actually has to be wearing the damn thing for his comm to work -- he should probably see if Rocket can do anything about it.
As it is, he gives them a truncated version of what just transpired and tells them to fall back.
(No, Drax, you can't just kill one more of those "honorless soldiers"-- Say again, Rocket? What? No, no more grenades-- wait, what was that noise? God dammit, Rocket, I literally just said no more grenades! Seriously, guys, just-- stop killing folks unless they start it, okay?)
As he's removing his mask, he mumbles, ] What a bunch of a-holes.
As it is, he gives them a truncated version of what just transpired and tells them to fall back.
(No, Drax, you can't just kill one more of those "honorless soldiers"-- Say again, Rocket? What? No, no more grenades-- wait, what was that noise? God dammit, Rocket, I literally just said no more grenades! Seriously, guys, just-- stop killing folks unless they start it, okay?)
As he's removing his mask, he mumbles, ] What a bunch of a-holes.
[ Sarah merely quirks a brow, but Maya lets out a small laugh. The Guardians truly put the "fun" in "dysfunction". She wouldn't trade her new place in the Guardians for anything, but sometimes their antics made her painfully nostalgic for her own group of misfits back on Pandora.
She turns to Sarah and asks, ] Anything else?
[ Sarah shakes her head. "Nothing really. Just don't cause a scene on the way through the camp and you'll be fine."
A pause, then, "When you see Axton again, send him my regards."
Maya nods. She doesn't know where Sarah's willingness to stick her neck out for Axon comes from, considering she ended their marriage herself, but she's grateful for it. ]
Thank you Sarah. Truly.
[ And to Peter: ] Let's go.
She turns to Sarah and asks, ] Anything else?
[ Sarah shakes her head. "Nothing really. Just don't cause a scene on the way through the camp and you'll be fine."
A pause, then, "When you see Axton again, send him my regards."
Maya nods. She doesn't know where Sarah's willingness to stick her neck out for Axon comes from, considering she ended their marriage herself, but she's grateful for it. ]
Thank you Sarah. Truly.
[ And to Peter: ] Let's go.
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[ He nods his own thanks to Sarah, giving her a mock salute before he steps out. ]
So. As my Vault expert stand-in, any tips for the newbie?
So. As my Vault expert stand-in, any tips for the newbie?
Be ready for anything. I don't think we'll just find the Vault standing wide open, but history has shown that once we do get in, we have more of a chance of finding some ancient alien creature packing enough power to destroy the planet than we do of finding actual treasure.
[ That gives him some pause, and then he looks seriously confused. ]
-- Wait, so an ancient alien dude has just been sitting around in a sealed up Vault, waiting for some pricks like us to go in and mess with it? And only then would he try to blow up the planet?
What did he do all day? Like, there are only so many rounds of Solitaire a guy can play before he gets bored.
-- Wait, so an ancient alien dude has just been sitting around in a sealed up Vault, waiting for some pricks like us to go in and mess with it? And only then would he try to blow up the planet?
What did he do all day? Like, there are only so many rounds of Solitaire a guy can play before he gets bored.
Not an alien dude, Peter. An alien creature. We're two for two- Lilith and all of them discovered the Destroyer, which I don't have a whole lot of details on aside from the fact that there were a lot of tentacles involved.
My group had to deal with the Warrior, which was in some kind of hibernation state until Jack woke it up.
My group had to deal with the Warrior, which was in some kind of hibernation state until Jack woke it up.
[ Once again, he pauses and thinks, "Wouldn't an Infinity Stone be nice to deal with that?"
Then he thinks, "No, you fucking idiot, no, it wouldn't." ]
So I'm guessing a healthy application of physical violence will be enough to take care of it, right?
Then he thinks, "No, you fucking idiot, no, it wouldn't." ]
So I'm guessing a healthy application of physical violence will be enough to take care of it, right?
[ He nods, satisfied. ] Good. We can handle it, then. Probably time for pizza with those milkshakes, too.
On the upside, we don't have to fight our way there, so that should help.
At least until we run face-first into some big, toothy, tentacley thing with giant weapons of mass destruction.
[ A beat, ]
This sounds boring. You wanna head back? I think we have some paint we can watch dry.
[ A beat, ]
This sounds boring. You wanna head back? I think we have some paint we can watch dry.
Doesn't it though? I mean, who really wants to do battle against a gigantic alient abonination?
[ Actually, she can think of several people. Mostly her fellow Guardians and Vault Hunters. ]
[ Actually, she can think of several people. Mostly her fellow Guardians and Vault Hunters. ]
[ He lets out a huge sigh and forges on. ]
Let's just get this over with. I don't wanna miss watching that grass grow, you know? Pretty sure Sprout is catching up to Blade.
Let's just get this over with. I don't wanna miss watching that grass grow, you know? Pretty sure Sprout is catching up to Blade.
[ she shoots him a sideways glance, one eyebrow arching ]
There are times I have to marvel at the sheer ludicrousness of our conversations.
There are times I have to marvel at the sheer ludicrousness of our conversations.
[ He returns her eyebrow arch with one of his own. ]
Just think -- this ludicrous guy right here? [ He points at himself with a thumb. ] You're dating him. Willingly, in fact. How weird is that, right?
Just think -- this ludicrous guy right here? [ He points at himself with a thumb. ] You're dating him. Willingly, in fact. How weird is that, right?
You know what's even weirder?
I wouldn't trade this for the world.
I wouldn't trade this for the world.
[ Peter Quill is not, by any stretch of the imagination, a traditional man.
He was raised by a single mother; he was kidnapped by alien pirates; he was raised by alien pirates; and he was more or less left to his own devices as long as he didn't inadvertently set anything on fire. His independent streak was only cemented when, after a job well done at the age of seventeen, Peter was rewarded with his own ship -- an M-Class and a hand-me-down -- and was allowed to take solo jobs.
Every once in a while he used to think, wouldn't it be nice? Wouldn't it be nice to have something normal, something consistent in his life? Wouldn't it be nice to have more than just a bed and a fridge full of beer and an empty ship to come back to? And for a while bringing back someone to share the night with was enough to satisfy that weird ache, but soon enough that became the wrong sort of routine, too.
But then there was his team. And then there was Maya.
Opening himself to the idea of a steady relationship had been worrying, at first. He never thought it would be something he could do, thought it'd be something he'd screw up immediately, nevermind the whole mess of attachment and weakness and vulnerability. It was like wandering into a dark room and hoping you didn't step on a Lego. It took a whole lot of time and a shitton of effort, he managed to do it.
But love? That was sending yourself out into the vacuum of space without a suit. It was dumb and reckless and terrifying. He had ventured out into space with only the clothes on his back to protect him once before, and for a few harrowing seconds he wasn't sure he would survive. He never wanted to do it again. But with Maya, he thinks if he had to do it to stay with her, if he had to do it as an act of faith or of loyalty or even if she asked him to just for fun, he would leap out of the Milano a million times over.
Obviously he hopes that won't be necessary. He's done a lot of terrifying, idiotic things in his life, and jumping out unprotected into the freezing void is way up there.
What he's about to do, he thinks, has all that other shit beat. Hands-down. No contest. He tells himself, Hey, past-Peter, you think carrying the containment unit for the Infinity Stone was scary, after experiencing its power firsthand? Try carrying a goddamn ring in your pocket. See how you feel then.
There are only two people who know what he's about to ask. The first is Lilith, who was puzzled as hell when he called, but was less puzzled when he explained the Terran tradition of asking for permission. She had said something along the lines of it's about fucking time and Krieg is gonna be so pissed.
The second was Drax, who had noticed Peter's growing anxiety over the course of several days and saw it for what it was. "I have experienced this agitation, my friend," Drax had said. "When I proposed the idea of marriage to Hovat, I, too, experienced uncertainty to the point of destruction."
(... I think you mean you were a nervous wreck, big guy.
"Yes. That is what I said.")
It's evening on Xandar, the night air crisp and cool, and the Guardians had been shepherded off by Drax, much to Peter's eternal gratitude. It's only when he and Maya reach the restaurant that Peter realizes that Xandar had been a mistake, even if it had been the location of their first date. Dinner had been a chore, with people dropping by to say hello or thanking him and his team for their service in stopping Ronan the Accuser. Any other time he would be preening from the attention or he'd be laughing as Maya tried desperately to keep his ego in check. Right then? Seriously inconvenient.
Even worse, all these interruptions have totally thrown him off his game, and he knows it's making him act weird. If it weren't for all these people, he totally would've been smooth and suave like Double-Oh-Seven. Instead, he's babbling and quiet by turns, and getting worse with each I'm sorry to bother you, buts.
He has his face covered by his hand, right about now, feigning as though he's rubbing his temple to ward off a headache. This is the worst fucking thing, he thinks to himself. This is worse than trying to hide out from fifteen jilted one-night stands, because these people totally mean well and probably don't want to stab him with kitchen utensils. ]
You mind if we skip dessert? Or, like, go somewhere else, at least? This is seriously getting old.
He was raised by a single mother; he was kidnapped by alien pirates; he was raised by alien pirates; and he was more or less left to his own devices as long as he didn't inadvertently set anything on fire. His independent streak was only cemented when, after a job well done at the age of seventeen, Peter was rewarded with his own ship -- an M-Class and a hand-me-down -- and was allowed to take solo jobs.
Every once in a while he used to think, wouldn't it be nice? Wouldn't it be nice to have something normal, something consistent in his life? Wouldn't it be nice to have more than just a bed and a fridge full of beer and an empty ship to come back to? And for a while bringing back someone to share the night with was enough to satisfy that weird ache, but soon enough that became the wrong sort of routine, too.
But then there was his team. And then there was Maya.
Opening himself to the idea of a steady relationship had been worrying, at first. He never thought it would be something he could do, thought it'd be something he'd screw up immediately, nevermind the whole mess of attachment and weakness and vulnerability. It was like wandering into a dark room and hoping you didn't step on a Lego. It took a whole lot of time and a shitton of effort, he managed to do it.
But love? That was sending yourself out into the vacuum of space without a suit. It was dumb and reckless and terrifying. He had ventured out into space with only the clothes on his back to protect him once before, and for a few harrowing seconds he wasn't sure he would survive. He never wanted to do it again. But with Maya, he thinks if he had to do it to stay with her, if he had to do it as an act of faith or of loyalty or even if she asked him to just for fun, he would leap out of the Milano a million times over.
Obviously he hopes that won't be necessary. He's done a lot of terrifying, idiotic things in his life, and jumping out unprotected into the freezing void is way up there.
What he's about to do, he thinks, has all that other shit beat. Hands-down. No contest. He tells himself, Hey, past-Peter, you think carrying the containment unit for the Infinity Stone was scary, after experiencing its power firsthand? Try carrying a goddamn ring in your pocket. See how you feel then.
There are only two people who know what he's about to ask. The first is Lilith, who was puzzled as hell when he called, but was less puzzled when he explained the Terran tradition of asking for permission. She had said something along the lines of it's about fucking time and Krieg is gonna be so pissed.
The second was Drax, who had noticed Peter's growing anxiety over the course of several days and saw it for what it was. "I have experienced this agitation, my friend," Drax had said. "When I proposed the idea of marriage to Hovat, I, too, experienced uncertainty to the point of destruction."
(... I think you mean you were a nervous wreck, big guy.
"Yes. That is what I said.")
It's evening on Xandar, the night air crisp and cool, and the Guardians had been shepherded off by Drax, much to Peter's eternal gratitude. It's only when he and Maya reach the restaurant that Peter realizes that Xandar had been a mistake, even if it had been the location of their first date. Dinner had been a chore, with people dropping by to say hello or thanking him and his team for their service in stopping Ronan the Accuser. Any other time he would be preening from the attention or he'd be laughing as Maya tried desperately to keep his ego in check. Right then? Seriously inconvenient.
Even worse, all these interruptions have totally thrown him off his game, and he knows it's making him act weird. If it weren't for all these people, he totally would've been smooth and suave like Double-Oh-Seven. Instead, he's babbling and quiet by turns, and getting worse with each I'm sorry to bother you, buts.
He has his face covered by his hand, right about now, feigning as though he's rubbing his temple to ward off a headache. This is the worst fucking thing, he thinks to himself. This is worse than trying to hide out from fifteen jilted one-night stands, because these people totally mean well and probably don't want to stab him with kitchen utensils. ]
You mind if we skip dessert? Or, like, go somewhere else, at least? This is seriously getting old.
[ Peter has been acting strangely.
He's been somewhat skittish and preoccupied, and every time she asked about it, he would joke and brush her off. Honestly, it was starting to worry her a little.
And now here they are, here they are getting interrupted by Peter's adoring public and Peter seems annoyed.
What in the world was going on? ]
Uh, sure. If you want.
He's been somewhat skittish and preoccupied, and every time she asked about it, he would joke and brush her off. Honestly, it was starting to worry her a little.
And now here they are, here they are getting interrupted by Peter's adoring public and Peter seems annoyed.
What in the world was going on? ]
Uh, sure. If you want.
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