[ It hadn't been a difficult thing to convince the others of the need for a break, given the difficulty of their latest assignments, as well as the remarkable level of success. Granted, success in this case meant that no one had bled to death, and any missions involving cargo meant that at least 60% of the goods were still intact. Nevertheless, the Guardians were on the upswing, which meant a vacation was long overdue.
It also hadn't been a difficult thing to convince them of the merits of landing on Sarapis. The planet was renowned for its beautiful beaches and its relative seclusion. One of the few natural beauties left in the galaxy that hadn't turned into an overdeveloped mess. Touristy after a fashion, but anyone who wanted to be left alone would be.
What had been a difficult thing for Peter was convincing Rocket that, no, he did not need to bring five bombs to the surface with him (they begrudgingly compromised, finally, on one); telling Drax that, no, he would not need to chaperone Peter and Maya to ensure Peter did not take advantage of Maya in her "delicate state" (Peter reminded Drax of Maya's ability to set people on fire with her mind); and finally, forcing Gamora off the ship once they landed, despite her insistence that she did not need a vacation (Peter told her to think of it as his way of saying thanks, which worked).
Groot had been easy, at least. All he wanted was to enjoy the sun.
Peter had promised Maya beaches with white sand and clear water, and Sarapis delivered; it wasn't too unlike the tropical beaches on Earth, but the sky was a vibrant shade of blue, the water a clear, glass-like turquoise. Despite the odds, he and Maya had found themselves a stretch of beach without another soul in sight; Peter had, of course, insisted on carrying all of their things.
As he looks out from where he's seated on towel in the sand, Peter is trying and failing to remember the last time he's been to a beach just for enjoyment. He's had plenty of jobs that took place near the ocean, sure, and more than once he's ended up having to dive beneath the surface of the water, but that was to throw off pursuers and not for the joy of swimming. And swimming fully clothed sucks, which is why he's currently shirtless and in a pair of swim trunks. ]
So, like, beach stuff. [ His tone is cheerful, and he grins at her. ] Are we supposed to break into upbeat songs and start doing the Monkey? 'Cause that's what I was always taught.
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It also hadn't been a difficult thing to convince them of the merits of landing on Sarapis. The planet was renowned for its beautiful beaches and its relative seclusion. One of the few natural beauties left in the galaxy that hadn't turned into an overdeveloped mess. Touristy after a fashion, but anyone who wanted to be left alone would be.
What had been a difficult thing for Peter was convincing Rocket that, no, he did not need to bring five bombs to the surface with him (they begrudgingly compromised, finally, on one); telling Drax that, no, he would not need to chaperone Peter and Maya to ensure Peter did not take advantage of Maya in her "delicate state" (Peter reminded Drax of Maya's ability to set people on fire with her mind); and finally, forcing Gamora off the ship once they landed, despite her insistence that she did not need a vacation (Peter told her to think of it as his way of saying thanks, which worked).
Groot had been easy, at least. All he wanted was to enjoy the sun.
Peter had promised Maya beaches with white sand and clear water, and Sarapis delivered; it wasn't too unlike the tropical beaches on Earth, but the sky was a vibrant shade of blue, the water a clear, glass-like turquoise. Despite the odds, he and Maya had found themselves a stretch of beach without another soul in sight; Peter had, of course, insisted on carrying all of their things.
As he looks out from where he's seated on towel in the sand, Peter is trying and failing to remember the last time he's been to a beach just for enjoyment. He's had plenty of jobs that took place near the ocean, sure, and more than once he's ended up having to dive beneath the surface of the water, but that was to throw off pursuers and not for the joy of swimming. And swimming fully clothed sucks, which is why he's currently shirtless and in a pair of swim trunks. ]
So, like, beach stuff. [ His tone is cheerful, and he grins at her. ] Are we supposed to break into upbeat songs and start doing the Monkey? 'Cause that's what I was always taught.