[ It takes a little longer than Peter likes, but when they finally get their clearance, Peter forwards the coordinates along, tells them to give it at least a few hours before they finally move to break atmo.
After arriving at the naval base, they give the go-ahead for the Milano to land. Not too long after, Peter spots the glowing streak of orange and blue wreathed in flame as they break through the atmosphere. As good as his word, Rocket has rendered the ship as little more than a blip on the radar, some funny little quirk, there and gone again.
The ship slows as it makes its approach, and Peter frowns as it nears. Even from this distance, he can see the damaged wings, the dented metal, the missing paint, and he scowls as he thinks, What the hell did they do to my ship? When it lands, the ship creaks and groans, the heated metal settling and shifting.
There's another stretch of silence, and Peter breaks it by rushing forward. The airlock opens, revealing a hulking man with gray skin and red tattoos. Peter grins and offers a companionable pat on the back along with reassurances that everything was fine, that these guys weren't super likely to kill them, and that it'd probably be fine.
(As one can imagine, it was not as reassuring as one would like, but it was about as reassuring as any of them were used to.)
Eventually the other members of his team file out warily – a woman with green skin, a bipedal and sentient raccoon, and a small little wooden creature perched on the shoulder of the gray man. Peter takes a moment to assess all of them for damage, and when he at last seems satisfied that none of them were missing any limbs, he at last brings them over. ]
So.
[ He clears his throat, and gestures to each person. ]
Gamora, Rocket, Drax, and Groot. Meet McCree, Winston, and Dr. Zeigler.
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After arriving at the naval base, they give the go-ahead for the Milano to land. Not too long after, Peter spots the glowing streak of orange and blue wreathed in flame as they break through the atmosphere. As good as his word, Rocket has rendered the ship as little more than a blip on the radar, some funny little quirk, there and gone again.
The ship slows as it makes its approach, and Peter frowns as it nears. Even from this distance, he can see the damaged wings, the dented metal, the missing paint, and he scowls as he thinks, What the hell did they do to my ship? When it lands, the ship creaks and groans, the heated metal settling and shifting.
There's another stretch of silence, and Peter breaks it by rushing forward. The airlock opens, revealing a hulking man with gray skin and red tattoos. Peter grins and offers a companionable pat on the back along with reassurances that everything was fine, that these guys weren't super likely to kill them, and that it'd probably be fine.
(As one can imagine, it was not as reassuring as one would like, but it was about as reassuring as any of them were used to.)
Eventually the other members of his team file out warily – a woman with green skin, a bipedal and sentient raccoon, and a small little wooden creature perched on the shoulder of the gray man. Peter takes a moment to assess all of them for damage, and when he at last seems satisfied that none of them were missing any limbs, he at last brings them over. ]
So.
[ He clears his throat, and gestures to each person. ]
Gamora, Rocket, Drax, and Groot. Meet McCree, Winston, and Dr. Zeigler.