Technically, I still do my old stuff. We're just more selective about our jobs, now. Less stuff from guys who seem liable to kick babies, more hunting down bounties, shit like that.
And I still steal stuff, but usually it's shit that was stolen first. I guess it's more retrieval, now.
[ One day she will realise just how transparent she is, especially to Peter who's spent his life surviving like she has. It's not today, however, she just hmphs at being called out. ]
[ He can't help but smirk when she seems to give up the charade.
Nailed it. Totally nailed it. Good thing this is audio, though, or else she'd probably track him down and punch the smirk right off his face. ]
My team and I-- we, uh. [ What's the best way to sum this up? ] We ran into some trouble, which, like, made us uncover something even worse, so. We stopped some insane guy from destroying a planet, the authorities expunged our records as thanks, and now we, you know. Don't wanna go back to jail, so. We're tryin' to keep it on the up'n'up.
Kind of, anyway. [ He shrugs, though it goes unseen. ] I mean, like I said, I still steal shit. And we still kick the shit out of folks if they deserve it, and sometimes we take contracts from the authorities when they've got jobs that run into the gray area.
So. We do a bit of bad to do a bit of good. Keep our asses out of prison and get paid for it. Best of both worlds.
[ There's less bite in this than there should be for a comment from Rose. She saw how he reacted to losing Rocket, there's no way his group isn't family to him the way the Titans are to her. Losing them hurts. ]
How're the cops up there anyway? Back home we have Green Lanterns, but there's like... only one left or something.
[ His version of it sounds... nice, actually. It doesn't push him completely in the box of being a hero and not killing or stealing, no pressure to be anything other than what he is. She knows what she is: a natural-born killer. She can try to be something else, but the monster's always there. ]
Yes, he has a team. [ He says it with the Dumb Voice. The one that drops down a few notes a gets a little throaty, but there's a thread of amusement there. After all, who'd expect a dumbass like him to have a team, much less claim it as his own?
He sure as fuck never would. ]
We've got the Nova Corps, and there's-- less of them, now. Still enough to do the normal police thing. And all cops are assholes, but, you know, pretty sure it comes with the territory. Like, I think it's on the minimum requirements. "Must be able to run a mile in no more than six minutes. Must be a gigantic fucking douchenozzle. Good Samaritans need not apply."
There was a pretty big battle. The insane guy I mentioned earlier had a lot of back-up. Thinned out their numbers a lot by the time everything was said and done with.
What about your Green Lantern dude? Said there was just one guy left?
[ Well it's not like she was trying for subtle, but she does consider her words carefully. ]
Yeah, I kind of — quit the assassin business, wondering what to do next.
[ She loves the Titans, but the fact remains is that Haven... feels a lot more comfortable than that world of good people and lack of transaction in relationships. It's still weird to her, and she knows the condition for staying is no killing -- it's a rule she can't follow. ]
[ He's quiet for a second, but then he starts slowly, ] A friend of mine was in a similar situation.
[ Would it be weird to talk about Gamora's history? Like, she's not here (and if Peter gets his way, she never will be), but still. It's not really his story to tell. ]
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Sad thing is, I'm kinda not.
Why, lookin' for a career change?
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[ The tennis ball in the background resumes, slightly shorter interval. ]
You don't miss doing your old stuff?
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Technically, I still do my old stuff. We're just more selective about our jobs, now. Less stuff from guys who seem liable to kick babies, more hunting down bounties, shit like that.
And I still steal stuff, but usually it's shit that was stolen first. I guess it's more retrieval, now.
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So - what made you switch?
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Nailed it. Totally nailed it. Good thing this is audio, though, or else she'd probably track him down and punch the smirk right off his face. ]
My team and I-- we, uh. [ What's the best way to sum this up? ] We ran into some trouble, which, like, made us uncover something even worse, so. We stopped some insane guy from destroying a planet, the authorities expunged our records as thanks, and now we, you know. Don't wanna go back to jail, so. We're tryin' to keep it on the up'n'up.
Kind of, anyway. [ He shrugs, though it goes unseen. ] I mean, like I said, I still steal shit. And we still kick the shit out of folks if they deserve it, and sometimes we take contracts from the authorities when they've got jobs that run into the gray area.
So. We do a bit of bad to do a bit of good. Keep our asses out of prison and get paid for it. Best of both worlds.
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[ There's less bite in this than there should be for a comment from Rose. She saw how he reacted to losing Rocket, there's no way his group isn't family to him the way the Titans are to her. Losing them hurts. ]
How're the cops up there anyway? Back home we have Green Lanterns, but there's like... only one left or something.
[ His version of it sounds... nice, actually. It doesn't push him completely in the box of being a hero and not killing or stealing, no pressure to be anything other than what he is. She knows what she is: a natural-born killer. She can try to be something else, but the monster's always there. ]
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He sure as fuck never would. ]
We've got the Nova Corps, and there's-- less of them, now. Still enough to do the normal police thing. And all cops are assholes, but, you know, pretty sure it comes with the territory. Like, I think it's on the minimum requirements. "Must be able to run a mile in no more than six minutes. Must be a gigantic fucking douchenozzle. Good Samaritans need not apply."
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Yeah, you called it. [ casually, ] Shame. He's kinda cute.
[ Rose Wilson, deadly assassin, incurable gossip. ]
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[ Sweetly, ] Does Star-Lord want to die in his sleep?
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[ moving on!! ]
What happened to these Nova guys anyway?
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What about your Green Lantern dude? Said there was just one guy left?
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Yeah, one guy. Some freaky cosmic entity or something wiped them all out.
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Your cop friend here?
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[ Said softly, as she looks at the ground. She never thought about it that way before. ]
He isn't. Probably better that way.
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After a beat, he tries for a brighter tone, ]
So. You gonna tell me what the job advice was about?
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Yeah, I kind of — quit the assassin business, wondering what to do next.
[ She loves the Titans, but the fact remains is that Haven... feels a lot more comfortable than that world of good people and lack of transaction in relationships. It's still weird to her, and she knows the condition for staying is no killing -- it's a rule she can't follow. ]
It's nice being a free agent.
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[ Would it be weird to talk about Gamora's history? Like, she's not here (and if Peter gets his way, she never will be), but still. It's not really his story to tell. ]
You could always take up, like, crocheting.
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Yeah?
[ It's not pushing. She doesn't really need to hear it, but it's... freeing to know she's not the only one facing this. ]
Hey, what're you good at?
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Dancing. Singing. Looking handsome. Existing.
[ A pause, then he adds, ] Being humble.
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I was looking for a straight answer, actually.
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Tell you the truth? Most of my skills fall strictly in the ne'er-do-well realm. Pickpocketing. Conning. Backroom dealing.
I dunno. Shit like that. Nonconventional upbringing.
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Join the club. My idea of passing time was stringing up drug dealers and slavers and beating the shit out of them.
[ They were selling to kids :| ]
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[ He hesitates -- because he knows what the odds are of it actually happening, what with different worlds being a thing, but-- ]
You know. We've always got room for more stabby, flippy, scary folks.
If you can withstand the constant raccoon funk, anyway.
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