[ Peter has no fucking clue how people could do long distance relationships.
Like, seriously, it was the worst thing. After months and months of getting to wake up with Maya beside him, having her watch his back while he watched hers on every job, fucking around (sometimes literally) when they found themselves with some downtime -- these past few weeks (well month, really [well, one month, eight days, and ten hours, actually]) have pretty much been hell.
He can barely remember what he used to do without her.
(That's not true. He knows he used to wake up next to a random, good-looking girl (or man, or undecided, or ???) that he met at a club or a bar or some divey restaurant, and he would try to sneak out before she woke, or he'd offer to buy her breakfast somewhere to get her off the ship; before he left the Ravagers, Yondu would give him solo jobs that didn't seem to require backup, though they always did; and during downtime he would go out searching for someone to share the night with and start the cycle over again.
Most of his relations were empty and meaningless. He thought he was having fun, but it wasn't until he had started something with Maya that he realized he was actually lonely as hell during all that time.)
It was just their luck that they'd get one of the best paying assignments in a long while just as Maya and Lilith caught wind of some Eridian artifacts, but he didn't begrudge her the opportunity. After all, they'd made the agreement early on that she could come and go as she pleased, and Peter was really trying to become a man of his word where his team was concerned. Even though they frequently messaged and called each other, he missed her like crazy, and it's the most distracting thing he’s ever experienced (also possibly not true, if he were to include that kinky guy he met several years back, who had decided that a strategically placed remote-controlled vibrator and taking Peter to somewhere very public and respectable was his idea of a really great time). It just sucked not having her with him as they took out this slaver ring piece by piece. It would've been fun.
(The couple that kills together, stays together? It occurs to Peter that their relationship is pretty non-traditional.)
Gamora often had to pick up some of his slack when they planned out their jobs, but while she didn't approve of his inattention, she understood where he was coming from, at least, and seemed to approve of that. Maybe she thought it was sweet how he was pining after Maya like a stray puppy left alone at home for the first time. Drax kept shooting him these knowing looks and nods of commiseration (at least he thinks they were commiserating looks? what if they were come hither looks? oh god), and Peter would just look away in embarrassment. At least Rocket and Groot were easy to deal with. Rocket didn’t give a shit, and Groot would just grow him a little blue flower when he noticed he was getting really down.
Peter has a lot of little blue flowers hidden away somewhere in his room.
But one slave ring dismantled and a month (and eight days, and ten hours, and twenty-fucking-seven long minutes) later, and the Milano is touching down outside of Opportunity. He sees the unmistakable flash of blue out of the ship’s canopy, and he can’t help the wide grin from appearing on his face. Once they’ve landed properly, Peter’s the first one out of his seat, naturally, the first one sliding down the ladder to the airlock, the first one out the door, and he’s fucking charging to sweep Maya up in a bear hug--
-- And skidding to a halt just in front of her, because-- ]
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Like, seriously, it was the worst thing. After months and months of getting to wake up with Maya beside him, having her watch his back while he watched hers on every job, fucking around (sometimes literally) when they found themselves with some downtime -- these past few weeks (well month, really [well, one month, eight days, and ten hours, actually]) have pretty much been hell.
He can barely remember what he used to do without her.
(That's not true. He knows he used to wake up next to a random, good-looking girl (or man, or undecided, or ???) that he met at a club or a bar or some divey restaurant, and he would try to sneak out before she woke, or he'd offer to buy her breakfast somewhere to get her off the ship; before he left the Ravagers, Yondu would give him solo jobs that didn't seem to require backup, though they always did; and during downtime he would go out searching for someone to share the night with and start the cycle over again.
Most of his relations were empty and meaningless. He thought he was having fun, but it wasn't until he had started something with Maya that he realized he was actually lonely as hell during all that time.)
It was just their luck that they'd get one of the best paying assignments in a long while just as Maya and Lilith caught wind of some Eridian artifacts, but he didn't begrudge her the opportunity. After all, they'd made the agreement early on that she could come and go as she pleased, and Peter was really trying to become a man of his word where his team was concerned. Even though they frequently messaged and called each other, he missed her like crazy, and it's the most distracting thing he’s ever experienced (also possibly not true, if he were to include that kinky guy he met several years back, who had decided that a strategically placed remote-controlled vibrator and taking Peter to somewhere very public and respectable was his idea of a really great time). It just sucked not having her with him as they took out this slaver ring piece by piece. It would've been fun.
(The couple that kills together, stays together? It occurs to Peter that their relationship is pretty non-traditional.)
Gamora often had to pick up some of his slack when they planned out their jobs, but while she didn't approve of his inattention, she understood where he was coming from, at least, and seemed to approve of that. Maybe she thought it was sweet how he was pining after Maya like a stray puppy left alone at home for the first time. Drax kept shooting him these knowing looks and nods of commiseration (at least he thinks they were commiserating looks? what if they were come hither looks? oh god), and Peter would just look away in embarrassment. At least Rocket and Groot were easy to deal with. Rocket didn’t give a shit, and Groot would just grow him a little blue flower when he noticed he was getting really down.
Peter has a lot of little blue flowers hidden away somewhere in his room.
But one slave ring dismantled and a month (and eight days, and ten hours, and twenty-fucking-seven long minutes) later, and the Milano is touching down outside of Opportunity. He sees the unmistakable flash of blue out of the ship’s canopy, and he can’t help the wide grin from appearing on his face. Once they’ve landed properly, Peter’s the first one out of his seat, naturally, the first one sliding down the ladder to the airlock, the first one out the door, and he’s fucking charging to sweep Maya up in a bear hug--
-- And skidding to a halt just in front of her, because-- ]
Holy shit, your hair.