[ Peter’s getting really sick of folks threatening to dismember him, and Nebula’s reminder to keep his mouth shut is met with an exasperated sigh and a roll of his eyes heavenward.
(And it says a lot more about his life and the company that he keeps that someone saying they’ll rip off his arms is met with irritation rather than any real fear.
Man, he needs therapy. Or better friends.)
But there’s little to do, once Nebula gets moving, and the pace she sets is near relentless, even with the security doors blocking their way. Peter keeps his gun in hand, watching their backs. He knows this song and dance routine by heart, even with a brand new partner. As much as the Ravagers liked making noise, they weren’t averse to the occasional stealth mission, either.
Once they reach the motherlode, Peter wastes a second by peeking in, taking in the sight of all those storage units. His mind briefly flashes to the end of Raiders of the Lost Ark, and he thinks to himself, “Top men.” He steps into the room behind Nebula, intent on rummaging through the nearby boxes to find something for himself, but at her barked command, he huffs out a sharp sigh, standing beside the door and keeping it cracked open. He keeps an eye on the hallway, gun held at the ready, but their luck continues to hold.
So far, so good.
The clang of metal against metal isn’t too surprising, but the frantic, metallic clinking catches his attention, and he glances over his shoulder just as Nebula seems to find her prize. That soft expression on her face, startles him, makes him freeze for half of a breath. Looks like the supervillain might have a heart after all.
Peter wants to say as much aloud, but even he isn’t prick enough to ruin the moment.
It helps, too, that the echo of voices and footsteps reaches him, and Peter peers through the crack in the door. No visual on them yet, but the hurried pace, the barked orders distorted from bouncing on the hard surface of the walls and floors, and the slightly out of sync footfalls, tells Peter they’re about to have a problem.
He gives a sharp wave of his hand, trying to catch her attention. ]
not a problem!
(And it says a lot more about his life and the company that he keeps that someone saying they’ll rip off his arms is met with irritation rather than any real fear.
Man, he needs therapy. Or better friends.)
But there’s little to do, once Nebula gets moving, and the pace she sets is near relentless, even with the security doors blocking their way. Peter keeps his gun in hand, watching their backs. He knows this song and dance routine by heart, even with a brand new partner. As much as the Ravagers liked making noise, they weren’t averse to the occasional stealth mission, either.
Once they reach the motherlode, Peter wastes a second by peeking in, taking in the sight of all those storage units. His mind briefly flashes to the end of Raiders of the Lost Ark, and he thinks to himself, “Top men.” He steps into the room behind Nebula, intent on rummaging through the nearby boxes to find something for himself, but at her barked command, he huffs out a sharp sigh, standing beside the door and keeping it cracked open. He keeps an eye on the hallway, gun held at the ready, but their luck continues to hold.
So far, so good.
The clang of metal against metal isn’t too surprising, but the frantic, metallic clinking catches his attention, and he glances over his shoulder just as Nebula seems to find her prize. That soft expression on her face, startles him, makes him freeze for half of a breath. Looks like the supervillain might have a heart after all.
Peter wants to say as much aloud, but even he isn’t prick enough to ruin the moment.
It helps, too, that the echo of voices and footsteps reaches him, and Peter peers through the crack in the door. No visual on them yet, but the hurried pace, the barked orders distorted from bouncing on the hard surface of the walls and floors, and the slightly out of sync footfalls, tells Peter they’re about to have a problem.
He gives a sharp wave of his hand, trying to catch her attention. ]
We got multiple incoming.