[ With the small steps forward they've made, Peter still can't quite tamp down the instinct to be wary – it's why he's silently appreciative of the purposeful way she moves, the effort she takes to be predictable, the way she keeps her hands well away from the sword at her hip.
His gaze slowly slides to the projection in front of him, and unconsciously, he leans forward a little, examining it with only partially disguised interest. It's so much like the half-remembered photographs from his text books – the green and blue marble, as his teachers so poetically named it. He didn't have the luxury of seeing the Earth from orbit when Thanos departed with him – largely, Peter thinks, because he was unconscious at the time, but partially because he doubts Thanos would have offered him that kindness. He's not entirely sure if he would have wanted the imprint of a world on fire as his parting memory of the planet, anyway.
By sight, he marks out the geographical landmarks he can remember from a childhood spent paying only partial attention to his lessons. He lifts a hand – much like Gamora, even as distracted as he admittedly is, he's careful to telegraph his movements – and touches the projection, turning it gently like one might examine a physical globe. He turns the projection until he's faced with the United States.
How different might his Earth and this Peter Quill's Earth be? Based on this projection, it appears identical, at least. A more fanciful part of his mind, something atrophied with its rare use, conjures images of humans with necks like giraffes, and he can't help the quirk of a smile that tugs at the corner of his mouth.
He's quick to shove the thought away. ]
I was from there.
[ This, with a quick tap against the projection – Missouri, or thereabouts.
Another gesture, as he turns the projection then taps at a location on South Asia. ]
Thanos landed here, then swept west.
[ His gaze slides to Gamora then. Alternate realities being what they are, he's not entirely sure how helpful this information may be to these Guardians. Still, he doubts it would hurt. ]
If the Thanos of this world still lives, if he's hunting for the Stones as he did in my universe, he may set his eyes on Earth, at some point.
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His gaze slowly slides to the projection in front of him, and unconsciously, he leans forward a little, examining it with only partially disguised interest. It's so much like the half-remembered photographs from his text books – the green and blue marble, as his teachers so poetically named it. He didn't have the luxury of seeing the Earth from orbit when Thanos departed with him – largely, Peter thinks, because he was unconscious at the time, but partially because he doubts Thanos would have offered him that kindness. He's not entirely sure if he would have wanted the imprint of a world on fire as his parting memory of the planet, anyway.
By sight, he marks out the geographical landmarks he can remember from a childhood spent paying only partial attention to his lessons. He lifts a hand – much like Gamora, even as distracted as he admittedly is, he's careful to telegraph his movements – and touches the projection, turning it gently like one might examine a physical globe. He turns the projection until he's faced with the United States.
How different might his Earth and this Peter Quill's Earth be? Based on this projection, it appears identical, at least. A more fanciful part of his mind, something atrophied with its rare use, conjures images of humans with necks like giraffes, and he can't help the quirk of a smile that tugs at the corner of his mouth.
He's quick to shove the thought away. ]
I was from there.
[ This, with a quick tap against the projection – Missouri, or thereabouts.
Another gesture, as he turns the projection then taps at a location on South Asia. ]
Thanos landed here, then swept west.
[ His gaze slides to Gamora then. Alternate realities being what they are, he's not entirely sure how helpful this information may be to these Guardians. Still, he doubts it would hurt. ]
If the Thanos of this world still lives, if he's hunting for the Stones as he did in my universe, he may set his eyes on Earth, at some point.