Peter's always been good at playing bait, always been seriously awesome at distraction detail, because he loves hurling insults and pointing out when a dude is kinda pudgy or cross-eyed or wow, who taught you how to handle a gun, man? A blind, deaf hamster would be a better shot than you.
It should be pretty easy, in that case, for Maya to follow the noise and the chaos.
Usually, though, the distraction thing has an endpoint, but Peter's only endgame is make sure Maya gets out -- which means he's got to do this as long as he can. So he keeps running and ducking, and it's only through sheer, stupid luck (though he would insist it was skill) that he hasn't been hit.
It's when he's skidding into cover to catch his breath that he overhears one of the goons yell, "Admissions records say he didn't come alone. Find his partner," and he realizes he seriously has to up the ante to keep them focused on him. ]
You guys know who I am, right? Peter Quill. Hero of Xandar and Guardian of the Galaxy.
I'm Star-Lord, bros, and I've got Nova Prime totally wrapped around my finger. We've got the Nova Corps bearing down on your asses as we speak, and only I can call 'em off.
[ -- alright, the fact that they apparently weren't familiar with any of his titles doesn't bother him, really, but at least the mention of Nova Corps gets their attention again. He's up and running again, gunfire taking out pipes and chipping at the floor and walls around him.
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Peter's always been good at playing bait, always been seriously awesome at distraction detail, because he loves hurling insults and pointing out when a dude is kinda pudgy or cross-eyed or wow, who taught you how to handle a gun, man? A blind, deaf hamster would be a better shot than you.
It should be pretty easy, in that case, for Maya to follow the noise and the chaos.
Usually, though, the distraction thing has an endpoint, but Peter's only endgame is make sure Maya gets out -- which means he's got to do this as long as he can. So he keeps running and ducking, and it's only through sheer, stupid luck (though he would insist it was skill) that he hasn't been hit.
It's when he's skidding into cover to catch his breath that he overhears one of the goons yell, "Admissions records say he didn't come alone. Find his partner," and he realizes he seriously has to up the ante to keep them focused on him. ]
You guys know who I am, right? Peter Quill. Hero of Xandar and Guardian of the Galaxy.
I'm Star-Lord, bros, and I've got Nova Prime totally wrapped around my finger. We've got the Nova Corps bearing down on your asses as we speak, and only I can call 'em off.
[ -- alright, the fact that they apparently weren't familiar with any of his titles doesn't bother him, really, but at least the mention of Nova Corps gets their attention again. He's up and running again, gunfire taking out pipes and chipping at the floor and walls around him.
Sorry your boyfriend is such an idiot.]