[ Peter was just about to tell the dude to chill out, but McCree intercedes just a second earlier. Peter wisely stays silent, lets Winston do his thing.
Eventually the line connects, and for a few seconds, there’s nothing but cautious silence – not unlike someone answering a call from an unknown number, curious but ready to slam down on the receiver at a second’s notice. Slowly, a voice comes over the line. A woman, possibly, the words alien and sibilant, but whatever it is she says makes Peter grin.
(What Peter hears is, “If this is Quill, recite the passphrase.”)
He surges forward, then. ] Hey. “I Want You Back.”
[ A split-second pause, and then there are four voices speaking at once over the line, all of them speaking different languages at varying volumes, though half of them sound urgent and annoyed and gruff. (One of them, at least, seems to be speaking the same three word phrase exclusively.) Peter responds to them in English, saying things like, “I’m fine,” or “Yeah, I’ve got the goods,” or, “… No. They’re alright,” or “I swear to God, Rocket—”
The woman’s voice cuts through the chaos, and the frown returns to Peter’s face. He pauses, then, turning to McCree and Winston and looking at them expectantly – until he remembers they probably haven’t understood any of their exchange. ]
They need to land for repairs. Is that base you’ve got up there safe enough?
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Eventually the line connects, and for a few seconds, there’s nothing but cautious silence – not unlike someone answering a call from an unknown number, curious but ready to slam down on the receiver at a second’s notice. Slowly, a voice comes over the line. A woman, possibly, the words alien and sibilant, but whatever it is she says makes Peter grin.
(What Peter hears is, “If this is Quill, recite the passphrase.”)
He surges forward, then. ] Hey. “I Want You Back.”
[ A split-second pause, and then there are four voices speaking at once over the line, all of them speaking different languages at varying volumes, though half of them sound urgent and annoyed and gruff. (One of them, at least, seems to be speaking the same three word phrase exclusively.) Peter responds to them in English, saying things like, “I’m fine,” or “Yeah, I’ve got the goods,” or, “… No. They’re alright,” or “I swear to God, Rocket—”
The woman’s voice cuts through the chaos, and the frown returns to Peter’s face. He pauses, then, turning to McCree and Winston and looking at them expectantly – until he remembers they probably haven’t understood any of their exchange. ]
They need to land for repairs. Is that base you’ve got up there safe enough?