[ Peter can’t help but smirk a little at that, a competitive sort of spark flaring in him. They do still have a score to settle, but at least now it feels like more like settling a bet than absolutely needing to shove it down Rocket’s throat.
(And Peter’s pretty sure he’d win.) ]
Hell, maybe we’ll get lucky and we’ll get individual ships, like big boys.
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(And Peter’s pretty sure he’d win.) ]
Hell, maybe we’ll get lucky and we’ll get individual ships, like big boys.