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[nostalgiabomb]

[ He shrugs. ]

I can act as go-between for now. I don't expect we'll be spending a long enough time here for you folks to whip together some universal translators.

[twelveoclock]

I sure hope ya didn't just jinx yourself with that.

Also, you neglected ta tell me that you had a raccoon on your team.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Peter shrugs again, offering a quick, tight-lipped smile. ]

Rocket's just Rocket. Nothing more, nothing less.

[twelveoclock]

[ That was kind of an odd answer, but he drops it. Winston didn't exactly take kindly to being called "monkey", so maybe this was similar. ]

How long do ya reckon repairs'll take?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Peter turns back to the ship, surveying the cosmetic damage, while the team silently sizes up the members of Overwatch. Not that he can blame them; he’d spent a lot of his own time doing the same. ]

A few days, at best. A week or two, at most. You think your folks can put us up for that long?

[twelveoclock]

Don’t see why not. The facilities here are still in workin’ order, just haven’t been used in a while. A few of us’ll probably hang around until you’re good to go, just in case someone comes sniffin’ around who ain’t supposed to.

[ He grins a little. ] Hate to break it to ya, Star-Lord, but you’re stuck with me for a while longer yet.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Without enthusiasm, ] I’ve never been so happy in my life.

[twelveoclock]

[ He laughs, and gives Peter a slap on the back with his non-robotic hand (thankfully). ] I knew you were warmin’ up to me.