[ 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. ]
[ The ring is as she remembers it, the lettering on the inside spelling out the names of her parents. Their memory is attached to this ring, the people they once were... the person she could have been. Nebula's softness lasts only a second before it's replaced by a red hot rage. This is what she needed to keep going, to continue her quest to kill Thanos.
Nebula clutches the ring in her hand, she can feel the ring give a little and she tucks it away before she can do anymore damage. When she looks over at Peter she wonders how much he's seen but doesn't have enough time to dwell on it. Nebula grabs the remaining contents of the box and unceremoniously shoves them into Peter's arms, save the blaster.
She doesn't speak when she pulls the door open, looks down the hall and sees a team of guards about 6 strong. There are two options, blaster her way through the guards or continue through the building. There's an exit close enough they can reasonably run from it back toward the ship. As much as she wants to kill, Nebula aims her blaster down the hall and hits the keypad then looks back at Peter. ]
There is another exit. [ She doesn't wait for him to respond, instead steps in the opposite direction they'd come though and toward the third security door. Nebula opens it as easily as she did the others, holds it open for Peter and then slams it and breaks the keypad again. ] That will not hold them for long.
[ The area they've entered is a stairwell that goes up and back over and then down two flights to the basement. The place intentionally maze like to dissuade thieves. They'll have to double back over the first corridor go down underneath the second and come out on the opposite side of the facility and a little farther away from the ship than she's comfortable with. ]
Go. [ She says angrily when Peter doesn't move. It won't be much good if he gets shot from behind. ]
Peter really thought they were about to start shooting up the place, which would’ve done some serious damage to his reputation as a good guy.
He juggles the items in his arms, following after Nebula as she storms through the place with purpose. They reach the stairwell, and he pauses at the threshold, taking a deep breath to speak—
But then she practically barks at him, and Peter huffs out an annoyed breath, but he moves forward as she commands, grumbling under his breath. Then, raising his voice, ]
Don’t kill anyone.
[ A demand of his own. Peter’s been pretty accommodating so far, even if he’s the only one to think so; he’s entitled to at least one stipulation, right? ]
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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.
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Nebula clutches the ring in her hand, she can feel the ring give a little and she tucks it away before she can do anymore damage. When she looks over at Peter she wonders how much he's seen but doesn't have enough time to dwell on it. Nebula grabs the remaining contents of the box and unceremoniously shoves them into Peter's arms, save the blaster.
She doesn't speak when she pulls the door open, looks down the hall and sees a team of guards about 6 strong. There are two options, blaster her way through the guards or continue through the building. There's an exit close enough they can reasonably run from it back toward the ship. As much as she wants to kill, Nebula aims her blaster down the hall and hits the keypad then looks back at Peter. ]
There is another exit. [ She doesn't wait for him to respond, instead steps in the opposite direction they'd come though and toward the third security door. Nebula opens it as easily as she did the others, holds it open for Peter and then slams it and breaks the keypad again. ] That will not hold them for long.
[ The area they've entered is a stairwell that goes up and back over and then down two flights to the basement. The place intentionally maze like to dissuade thieves. They'll have to double back over the first corridor go down underneath the second and come out on the opposite side of the facility and a little farther away from the ship than she's comfortable with. ]
Go. [ She says angrily when Peter doesn't move. It won't be much good if he gets shot from behind. ]
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Peter really thought they were about to start shooting up the place, which would’ve done some serious damage to his reputation as a good guy.
He juggles the items in his arms, following after Nebula as she storms through the place with purpose. They reach the stairwell, and he pauses at the threshold, taking a deep breath to speak—
But then she practically barks at him, and Peter huffs out an annoyed breath, but he moves forward as she commands, grumbling under his breath. Then, raising his voice, ]
Don’t kill anyone.
[ A demand of his own. Peter’s been pretty accommodating so far, even if he’s the only one to think so; he’s entitled to at least one stipulation, right? ]
I mean it, Nebula. Not a single person.