Could have been— [ And Peter hits the trigger for his mask, metal flickering away from his face in blue light. ] —but when is it ever?
[ Rocket grumbles his agreement, holstering his gun on his back before brushing dirt and dust from his fur. The others gather themselves, and Peter notes the strangely dismayed look on Mantis's face. Startled, maybe, by how quickly she was taken down? He'll have to ask later, he thinks. Groot starts climbing down from Peter's shoulder, and Peter helps him down the rest of the way, where he hurries over to check over Rocket. (The latter offers a gruff, "I'm fine, Groot," before assessing the little guy for injuries of his own.)
As it is, Peter murmurs out his agreement at Gamora's suggestion, and he connects with the Nova Corpsman in the area, offering coordinates, information, answering the questions put to him. Predictably, when the corpsmen arrive, the Guardians fuck off to one side (as always, and man, that's annoying), leaving Peter to deal with the officials. He goes through the same song and dance, repeating himself at least two more times before the officers seem satisfied. On the bright side, the Guardians get paid, Cryon gets hauled away in an ambulance, and the crates and crates and crates of incriminating evidence are carted off.
Finally, Peter is allowed to go, though one shy cadet stops him just as he's heading over to the others. She dithers and talks around it, but at length she asks the illustrious Star-Lord for an autograph. And who is Peter to deny her request when she asks so nicely? He signs what might actually be a citation book, and he sees her off with a wink and a grin.
At last, he heads over to his team, clapping his hands. ]
no subject
[ Rocket grumbles his agreement, holstering his gun on his back before brushing dirt and dust from his fur. The others gather themselves, and Peter notes the strangely dismayed look on Mantis's face. Startled, maybe, by how quickly she was taken down? He'll have to ask later, he thinks. Groot starts climbing down from Peter's shoulder, and Peter helps him down the rest of the way, where he hurries over to check over Rocket. (The latter offers a gruff, "I'm fine, Groot," before assessing the little guy for injuries of his own.)
As it is, Peter murmurs out his agreement at Gamora's suggestion, and he connects with the Nova Corpsman in the area, offering coordinates, information, answering the questions put to him. Predictably, when the corpsmen arrive, the Guardians fuck off to one side (as always, and man, that's annoying), leaving Peter to deal with the officials. He goes through the same song and dance, repeating himself at least two more times before the officers seem satisfied. On the bright side, the Guardians get paid, Cryon gets hauled away in an ambulance, and the crates and crates and crates of incriminating evidence are carted off.
Finally, Peter is allowed to go, though one shy cadet stops him just as he's heading over to the others. She dithers and talks around it, but at length she asks the illustrious Star-Lord for an autograph. And who is Peter to deny her request when she asks so nicely? He signs what might actually be a citation book, and he sees her off with a wink and a grin.
At last, he heads over to his team, clapping his hands. ]
Look alive, Guardians. Time to head out.