[ He's about to say something smart and disrespectful, but the doors are already bursting open, and he sighs, moving back to his customary position just behind her seat to one side. Peter Quill doesn't strike the most intimidating figure, but he's eagle-eyed and fast, so he has that going for him, at least.
So when they bring in the boy, Peter doesn't miss the way Maya's expression goes slack with surprise, and he tenses, himself, alarmed. He looks between the kid and the Siren, and despite himself, he's worried. Athenas is a shithole -- of course the kid was going to steal. That's how Peter survived to adulthood, until he worked his way up to stealing from bigger and badder people instead of random passers-by on the streets. And if he were in this kid’s shoes, he’d steal from these stupid monks, too.
But, hey, she wouldn't-- she won't actually kill this boy, will she? She'll put the fear of the Siren into him, or whatever, and then she'll toss him back out into the streets. And then the monk is talking about rebellion and murmurs of revolution (and Peter thinks that's only a matter of course, too), and that's a serious threat.
The child continues to stare defiantly at the Siren, but he doesn't speak. Most likely it's taking everything in the kid's power not to burst into tears. A few moments of silence pass, and it's clear enough the kid isn't going to say anything in his own defense -- which means Maya will most likely be forced to act.
Shit.
Before he can fully think on it, Peter clears his throat, stepping up beside Maya's chair. He ducks down as before. ]
Ma'am. [ The room goes deathly silent. ] May I have a word?
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So when they bring in the boy, Peter doesn't miss the way Maya's expression goes slack with surprise, and he tenses, himself, alarmed. He looks between the kid and the Siren, and despite himself, he's worried. Athenas is a shithole -- of course the kid was going to steal. That's how Peter survived to adulthood, until he worked his way up to stealing from bigger and badder people instead of random passers-by on the streets. And if he were in this kid’s shoes, he’d steal from these stupid monks, too.
But, hey, she wouldn't-- she won't actually kill this boy, will she? She'll put the fear of the Siren into him, or whatever, and then she'll toss him back out into the streets. And then the monk is talking about rebellion and murmurs of revolution (and Peter thinks that's only a matter of course, too), and that's a serious threat.
The child continues to stare defiantly at the Siren, but he doesn't speak. Most likely it's taking everything in the kid's power not to burst into tears. A few moments of silence pass, and it's clear enough the kid isn't going to say anything in his own defense -- which means Maya will most likely be forced to act.
Shit.
Before he can fully think on it, Peter clears his throat, stepping up beside Maya's chair. He ducks down as before. ]
Ma'am. [ The room goes deathly silent. ] May I have a word?