[ Peter's no stranger to a little side-hustle. One might argue he's a pro, in fact. Lost your kid on Knowhere? Little old lady needs a rides across the galaxy? You name it, he's done it. Sure, half the time they turn into scams and then the other half of the time, people can't pay, but you know. A job is a job.
And the jobs here work, even if... okay, this place looks kind of maybe but not really familiar and he's not gonna question it, really. A nice easy job herding cats is way better than freaking out.
So he's looking for cats. And he, like Peter (Parker) has his tech on because, duh, if you have a scanner, why would you look for cats any other way? His mask does in fact lead him to one of the cats, along with what his scans can only identify as ??? Peter files this guy away as "mechno-dude," and has to admit his look is pretty rad. Not as cool as his own, obviously.
Which is why Peter drops the visor and crouches down, holding out his hand for the cat to sniff. ]
Watch how it's done, kid! [ Peter smirks, ] Pspsps, here kitty kitty!
[ He beckons with his fingers and keeping himself low to the ground. The cat seems mildly interested, though there's a haughtiness to her little "mrrp" that seems to mean she's not impressed. ]
Come on, you wanna go home, don't you? I know I probably smell like a raccoon, but I promise I don't bite.
(when he sees the other's tech, the first thing he does is to point at it, then point at his, and then point back at peter (quill)'s, because hey! cool! that is awesome, what are those?? he's a little starstruck by it, his mouth opening a little under the mask, but the eyes are goggled to show his surprise.
and a raccoon-- what? but he'll watch, and since quill's dropped his own mask, he might as well, it's only fair, they're probably the same, this is fine.)
The name's Peter Quill. But you can call me Star-Lord.
[ Peter turns towards the kid and shoots him an easy smile, saying that with a completely straight face. Though it's then that he notices the kid also dropped his mask and whoa, he's like twelve. He wasn't expecting that. (Given his voice though, maybe he should've?) God, he doesn't have room in his life for a second teenager. Don't sweat it, Peter. This is just some random kid, not related to you in any way!
Anyway, back to the cat. Peter makes another attempt, making more clicking noises that he's pretty sure would offend Rocket if he were here. ]
Here boy! Or girl. Are you a girl cat? Pspsps...
[ He is still trying here. Very dignified for a prince, you gotta admit. ]
... Your made-up name is too much, dude. I'm Peter, too. Peter Parker.
(this is a little cringe, signed, spiderman.
but he watches the other peter, and he can't help but think this is hilarious. this cat is definitely not having it. he wishes he had popcorn right damn now.)
[ But that's a losing battle (just one he would like someone to think its cool, just once!) so he just rolls his eyes and turns so that this tiny Peter can see that the back of his jacket also says Star-Lord, which makes it very cool, thank you. ]
Plus, if we're both called Peter, then you're gonna have to call me Star-Lord. That's just how it works.
[ This is solid logic if you ask him. As for the cat, well, the moment Peter turns his back on her, she starts to loom closer. Because that's how his luck works, you see. ]
(gears are turning, gears are turning, gears turned, oh, yeah, HE KNOWS THIS GUY SORTA KINDA. the trap will not shut right now, because he will spook the cat with how he just facepalm and his voice raises.)
WAIT A MINUTE. I know you! Or, another version of you, the multiverse is a thing, I'll explain that later! But you hang with a very weird alien with like, antennas, and this weird guy-- and you were fighting Thanos with me and you turned to dust too and you were-- woah.
[ Whoa, this kid can talk, huh. Peter nods along. Multiverse? Sure, sure, okay. Weird alien with antennas. ]
You mean Mantis? You know Mantis?
[ Mantis never mentioned he'd end up in some weird dimension stuck with an armored kid who knew her, but then, maybe she had and Peter hadn't been paying attention. It's as likely as anything. But welp, the kid is still talking so Peter lets him keep going.
Turning into dust seems kind of bad, right? Peter can't help but be concerned for a sec. He may have just met this kid, but he's Peter Quill. He can't leave scut well enough alone. ]
Whoa, okay, slow down, Peter.
[ He raises his hands to placate him, much like he had with the cat. (Except he's standing now, and the cat is curiously looking at his ankles like she's trying to decide if those boots are as metal as they look. ]
Thanos hasn't been seen in like, years. That guy's supposed to be dead. I think I'd remember if I ever fought Gamora's dad. Or like, the real one, anyway. [ He says this like that would be the worst thing ever. Because it would be. ] You must be thinking of... uh, some other Peter Quill. Like from another universe.
[ Which the kid already said, but you know. Peter had to say it himself. His gaze turns concerned a moment later. ]
Anyway did you say you got turned to dust? Holy flark, are you okay?!
[ The cat has also started to claw at Peter's boots. Since they're some kind of flame-proof alloy, he hasn't even noticed. ]
(he's already been softened to the wonders of the multiverse. he knows this isn't the quill he had met, but it's the closest he has to someone who understands what he is saying, from the context. the people who were going through the same thing, even if it's not them. so, he can listen, but he will leave some 'nopes' to a lot of what he is saying.
'dead?' nope. 'hasn't been seen in years' nope. just. nope.)
Yeah, you don't look the same and stuff. It's just. Man, no one knows what I'm talking about! I don't remember everyone's names? I think Gamorra's your girl, and Thanos killed her, and you lost your shit. We were... In space somewhere.
My girl? [ Peter barks a laugh, sudden and loud. ] Oh, man. She would kill me if she heard you say that. That's really funny.
[ He brings a hand up to wipe a tear, though he recognizes this is really not the time. Oops. ]
Sorry, sorry, you're serious, huh? Gamora's "my girl" in your universe? Dude. [ He sucks in a breath. ] That's messed up. Uh, the part about Thanos, I mean -- Gamora's great, don't get me wrong, she's just way outta my league and definitely not interested. Uh, in my universe, anyway.
[ And kind of not his type, but he doesn't have to get into that there. Just thinking about Thanos killing Gamora is enough to sober him up pretty quick, that's not something Peter knows how he'd recover from. Even without a romantic connection, Gamora is his friend. She's family.
But this kid obviously needs someone to listen to him, and Peter is happy to do that. He sets a hand on his shoulder, while the cat climbs her way up his back. That's the problem with a heavy, space-worthy leather jacket, it's really thick. Peter has no idea. ]
That sounds awful, kid. I'm really sorry. Did you... I mean, you saw all that?
[ Obviously the kid was in space, it's not like he's from Terra or anything. ]
(the kitty does sort of distract him from all that. first of all, his finger goes to his lips, a request for silence and stillness before he points to it, hopefully Mr. Quill can take the cat and it won't run away again. hopefully. he can't let the cat suspect, though, so he'll continue explaining the story with the newfound information.)
Dude, I think you might have a shot, you looked crazy about her and stuff, put a gun to my head and everything over her - but you might wanna change your codename.
(please. PLEASE.)
Yeah. I saw you, Mantis you said? And, uh, forgot his name. Shirtless dude. And then me. And half the universe's living being. You gotta kill him when you go back home, man. Bet you he isn't dead, dude's crazy strong.
To be honest, she's more like a sister to me. It'd be weird, y'know? Like... she's so broody. Like, she pulls it off! But. She calls me Star-Lord, so that's good enough for me.
[ Peter waves a hand, dismissing the idea. (She also does not call him Star-Lord, that's a lie.) ]
Shirtless dude... you mean Drax? Flark, and we fought Thanos? Dude. Half the universe....
[ That's a lot. It's enough to make Peter kinda pause, considering. He does not notice the cat until he feels something very distinctly like claws at the back of his neck. Which makes him jump like a foot in the air. ]
Whoa, ow! [ He turns, trying to get a hold on the cat. She is, of course, too fast for him, half-Spartoi or not. ] Hey, ow! Stop that!
(he is betting it. absolutely sure. there's no freaking way. it's goofy. this is a teenager. he won't believe it until quill physically brings him someone who does in front of him without any hesitance or rolls of eyes.)
Yeah, I think, I don't know-- It happened super fast. First, his weird corpse-like lackey came to Earth. Then, we invaded the ship. Then, we opened a hole in the ship. Then, we hijacked the ship. Then you hijacked our hijack. Then we met. Then we landed. Then we fought Thanos. Then we lost-- hey!
(oh, there goes the cat. his finger lifts, and he facepalms way too hurtfully at it.)
[ Peter gives the kid a second, patting his shoulder and considering his next words carefully. Running from feelings is never the right idea (he would know,) but also he just met this kid. He could try to diffuse the situation, or offer a shoulder... it sounds like he barely knew his universe's Peter Quill, but that version of himself was with Gamora?
No, he's getting distracted again. Eyes on the prize, Quill. There's a kid who needs help and Peter Quill never turns down people in need if he can help it.
Time to start operation: distract this sad kid. Quill flips his visor back on, scanning their surroundings for any sign of the cat. While he's at it, he goes ahead and updates "mechno dude" to "Peter Parker — CSW (Crapsack World)" He thinks Rocket would agree with his naming methods. ]
Hey, you wanna try and catch that cat? I can pull up a bounty later—Nova Corps has a whole file on me, it's pretty sweet.
[ The file also says Peter Quill is a very low level threat, but this kid doesn't need to know that now does he. ]
(no further questions asked. it came out of him already, and honestly, maybe he likes this quill better? he can just hope he has better taste in movies and in pop culture, when DID he leave earth anyway? his mask reassembles on his face, and he'll shoot a web to swing towards the nearest tree - on which he crawls to get a better look. give him a moment, and he'll descend on a web upside down pointing to the back of them.)
[ No one his age should have to deal with that much bad stuff—Quill should know, he'd already been to jail and had been picked up by the Ravagers by the time he was Peter's age if he had to guess. (Sixteen maybe? Seventeen at most?) The last thing he needs is a stuffy adult condescending at him. When you see stuff like that, it ages you. Maybe not the right way, but eh. It's worked out just fine for Peter Quill! Yeah, he's so well adjusted.
He pats himself on the back, metaphorically, for being such a cool and mature guy. The "adult" act lasts for about a second before Peter is shooting off webs like some kind of... web-shooting creature. A spider? That sounds right. ]
Whoa, that's so cool!
[ Peter's admiration is clear and honest. He is not afraid to admire some cool tech. ]
Are those made out of like a carbon polymer or something? There's no way that should hold your weight—Rocket would have a field day with your tech.
[ But this is also the part where Rocket or Drax or even Groot or Gamora would yell at him to focus on the job, and Quill is good at that! He really is! So he turns in the direction Peter pointed and gives his jet boots a kick to get moving, fast. ]
Alright, little guy! We're coming for ya!
[ Announcing your presence is probably not the way to go........ ]
(whatever the rollercoaster of thoughts quill is going through, peter knows nothing of it. instead, his focus has rerouted back to the cat. it's kind of like gwen knows him, but not really him - another him. likewise, dead, but it isn't him. this isn't the same man he met in that spaceship, who he fought beside him, but it's someone who knows something of what he is talking about. it's enough, it's a relief! he didn't dream that.
the coolness is probably diluted with the fact that peter does the double finger gun and even moves his thumbs along with a clicking sound.)
Ah, no, in the beginning, I made it myself with stuff in my high school lab, it's just a mix of salicylic acid, toulene, methanol, carbon tetrachloride, potassium carbonate, and ethyl acetate? But then, Mr. Stark made some stuff for it, so it's different from my original formula-- WOAH. YOU HAVE JETS??????
(he was NOT expecting that either, and one hand goes to his face in surprise, while his index points.)
Cool! I... definitely have no clue what any of those words mean. I'm more like a tech-user than a tech-maker, that's all my buddy Rocket. If he saw those things, he'd wanna see what makes 'em tick.
[ He will take them apart but he'd put them back together, probably. Point is, if you see a walking, talking raccoon, run. Run, Peter. But Quill is happy to finally be getting some respect here!! Damn right, his boots are cool! ]
Hell yeah, I have jets! How else am I gonna get around in space? [ Hold your applause. He certainly pauses for effect. ] These aren't even my coolest set of tech. That honor goes to these babies.
[ He twirls his blasters in his hands. He is still moving though—walking and talking is something he's really good at. ]
I'm not gonna ice a cat though, that'd be messed up. But they can shoot ice and lava and wind and stuff. Spartax, eat your heart out.
[ These words mean nothing to Peter, but that's ok. Quill is just happy to get a chance to show off. ]
I didn't meet any Rockets. Why did you not bring the coolest one? Just two weirdos who 'take ass, kick names'.
(which, well, he kinda can forgive. they're aliens! the quill he met was from earth, and proudly went 'i'm not from earth, i'm from missouri', so that one... he's still processing, honestly. but he waves his own thoughts away to look at the blasters, because they're cool as hell, and he can definitely pay attention to those rather than the weird stuff he says afterwards.)
I mean, I could web the cat, but that'd also be kinda messed up. What are you thinking then? Wait, did you say it shoots WIND?
Hey, don't ask me! You're thinking about the weird, alternate-universe me who was dating Gamora! But if they're anything like my friends, they're not weirdos, they're all cool.
[ Can't let anyone get away with thinking Rocket is the coolest, when they're all cool. And realistically Gamora is the coolest, but that's because she could kill Quill the fastest. Or she'd certainly make it look like an accident. ]
Pshyeah! These things can shoot wind, electricity, lava and ice. Well and just energy. They sure don't shoot bullets, that'd be lame.
[ He shrugs, the blasters must weigh nothing at all with how easily he twirls them. Each setting corresponds to a color, the default being pink. Pink is cool.
But yes, the cat. Have they spotted the cat? Peters, you guys aren't paying attention to this cat, are you? Quill certainly isn't. ]
I gotta ask—are spiders like, your "thing?" Can you talk to spiders? Because that's seriously metal.
(oh, no, he didn't forget about the cat. his plan actually changed, they should totally get some meat and a crater. he'll remember it in a bit, let him just get everything out of his system - both peters, it seems. they seem to have a lot to talk about??? this works.)
But how, dude. Do they create them? Do they summon it? Do they just have it in it? You can't just say that and not tell me how it works, that's what's lame.
(is this a peter thing. it's probably like a peter thing.)
Nah. Nope. But, yeah.
(#teen communication)
Got bit by a spider that had some stuff going on. So, basically, I'm strong, elastic, and sticky.
Oh, they create it, yeah. Wouldn't work in space otherwise.
[ You know, energy. That thing that you can just create out of thin air? From nothing? Peter gives them another twirl as he stops. Yeah, they're not catching this cat. ]
It's like, super rare Spartoi tech or something. Last of its kind, left to me by my dad, not that he gives a flark, only works for the royal family, yadda yadda...
[ He mutters that last part, but he's explaining all this like it's the most normal thing in the world. You know, the Spartoi blasters that produce energy. We've all seen 'em. Peter makes a vague gesture like he didn't just say something scientifically insane. ]
Strong, elastic, and sticky. Huh.
[ Like a jock strap? He's not gonna say that. But god, is he thinking it. He makes a face, but moves right along. Because he has self-control, believe it or not. Getting bit by an animal does not make any sense, but then Quill isn't a scientist. What does he know? (But if that was how it worked, he's pretty sure he'd be part raccoon by now.) ]
So is your codename like... Spider Kid? Ooh, or like! Spider Prince? Mecha-Spider-Boy?
Yeah, the alien stuff? Really out of my league though, Quill, gotta tell you that... Gotta tell you that I don't understand half of what you say. I went to space for like, four hours? So you're gonna have to talk to me like I'm 2 about that stuff, but sorry about your dad-- hey, you can swear, too, dude. I'm old enough for that.
(because he definitely thinks that 'flark' is the pg-13 version quill came up for 'fuck', so that's what he's going with.
also, kinda, he knows the sticky part confuses people, but it's what makes him crawl and be on angles that are definitely gravity-defying otherwise.)
[ Quill waves off Peter's concern -- don't worry about his daddy issues, those are fine. ]
Oh, what? You're from Terra? I mean, uh, Earth? For real?!
[ Hold up, he needs a minute, like this news is shocking to him. He almost wants to ask what year it is, but then he kind of doesn't want to. Going back to Earth was never in the cards for Quill -- Missouri may have been where he was born, but it wasn't home.
Yeah, okay, that's too deep for right now, let's not focus on that. ]
I had no idea their tech had gotten that good!
[ The space curses will continue. That's going to be a gorram guarantee. ]
Spider Man... huh. [ Quill has been "Star-Lord" since he broke out of jail so like? Respect. ] So wait, does Earth really have like a ton of superheroes? 'Cause from what I heard, everybody's always fighting all the time, so that's why Nova kind of ignores you guys.
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And the jobs here work, even if... okay, this place looks kind of maybe but not really familiar and he's not gonna question it, really. A nice easy job herding cats is way better than freaking out.
So he's looking for cats. And he, like Peter (Parker) has his tech on because, duh, if you have a scanner, why would you look for cats any other way? His mask does in fact lead him to one of the cats, along with what his scans can only identify as ??? Peter files this guy away as "mechno-dude," and has to admit his look is pretty rad. Not as cool as his own, obviously.
Which is why Peter drops the visor and crouches down, holding out his hand for the cat to sniff. ]
Watch how it's done, kid! [ Peter smirks, ] Pspsps, here kitty kitty!
[ He beckons with his fingers and keeping himself low to the ground. The cat seems mildly interested, though there's a haughtiness to her little "mrrp" that seems to mean she's not impressed. ]
Come on, you wanna go home, don't you? I know I probably smell like a raccoon, but I promise I don't bite.
CA RI ÑO
and a raccoon-- what? but he'll watch, and since quill's dropped his own mask, he might as well, it's only fair, they're probably the same, this is fine.)
Who are you?
con la eñe y todo guau
[ Peter turns towards the kid and shoots him an easy smile, saying that with a completely straight face. Though it's then that he notices the kid also dropped his mask and whoa, he's like twelve. He wasn't expecting that. (Given his voice though, maybe he should've?) God, he doesn't have room in his life for a second teenager. Don't sweat it, Peter. This is just some random kid, not related to you in any way!
Anyway, back to the cat. Peter makes another attempt, making more clicking noises that he's pretty sure would offend Rocket if he were here. ]
Here boy! Or girl. Are you a girl cat? Pspsps...
[ He is still trying here. Very dignified for a prince, you gotta admit. ]
dale
(this is a little cringe, signed, spiderman.
but he watches the other peter, and he can't help but think this is hilarious. this cat is definitely not having it. he wishes he had popcorn right damn now.)
pitbull voice: mr worldwide
[ But that's a losing battle (just one he would like someone to think its cool, just once!) so he just rolls his eyes and turns so that this tiny Peter can see that the back of his jacket also says Star-Lord, which makes it very cool, thank you. ]
Plus, if we're both called Peter, then you're gonna have to call me Star-Lord. That's just how it works.
[ This is solid logic if you ask him. As for the cat, well, the moment Peter turns his back on her, she starts to loom closer. Because that's how his luck works, you see. ]
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(gears are turning, gears are turning, gears turned, oh, yeah, HE KNOWS THIS GUY SORTA KINDA. the trap will not shut right now, because he will spook the cat with how he just facepalm and his voice raises.)
WAIT A MINUTE. I know you! Or, another version of you, the multiverse is a thing, I'll explain that later! But you hang with a very weird alien with like, antennas, and this weird guy-- and you were fighting Thanos with me and you turned to dust too and you were-- woah.
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You mean Mantis? You know Mantis?
[ Mantis never mentioned he'd end up in some weird dimension stuck with an armored kid who knew her, but then, maybe she had and Peter hadn't been paying attention. It's as likely as anything. But welp, the kid is still talking so Peter lets him keep going.
Turning into dust seems kind of bad, right? Peter can't help but be concerned for a sec. He may have just met this kid, but he's Peter Quill. He can't leave scut well enough alone. ]
Whoa, okay, slow down, Peter.
[ He raises his hands to placate him, much like he had with the cat. (Except he's standing now, and the cat is curiously looking at his ankles like she's trying to decide if those boots are as metal as they look. ]
Thanos hasn't been seen in like, years. That guy's supposed to be dead. I think I'd remember if I ever fought Gamora's dad. Or like, the real one, anyway. [ He says this like that would be the worst thing ever. Because it would be. ] You must be thinking of... uh, some other Peter Quill. Like from another universe.
[ Which the kid already said, but you know. Peter had to say it himself. His gaze turns concerned a moment later. ]
Anyway did you say you got turned to dust? Holy flark, are you okay?!
[ The cat has also started to claw at Peter's boots. Since they're some kind of flame-proof alloy, he hasn't even noticed. ]
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'dead?' nope. 'hasn't been seen in years' nope. just. nope.)
Yeah, you don't look the same and stuff. It's just. Man, no one knows what I'm talking about! I don't remember everyone's names? I think Gamorra's your girl, and Thanos killed her, and you lost your shit. We were... In space somewhere.
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[ He brings a hand up to wipe a tear, though he recognizes this is really not the time. Oops. ]
Sorry, sorry, you're serious, huh? Gamora's "my girl" in your universe? Dude. [ He sucks in a breath. ] That's messed up. Uh, the part about Thanos, I mean -- Gamora's great, don't get me wrong, she's just way outta my league and definitely not interested. Uh, in my universe, anyway.
[ And kind of not his type, but he doesn't have to get into that there. Just thinking about Thanos killing Gamora is enough to sober him up pretty quick, that's not something Peter knows how he'd recover from. Even without a romantic connection, Gamora is his friend. She's family.
But this kid obviously needs someone to listen to him, and Peter is happy to do that. He sets a hand on his shoulder, while the cat climbs her way up his back. That's the problem with a heavy, space-worthy leather jacket, it's really thick. Peter has no idea. ]
That sounds awful, kid. I'm really sorry. Did you... I mean, you saw all that?
[ Obviously the kid was in space, it's not like he's from Terra or anything. ]
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Dude, I think you might have a shot, you looked crazy about her and stuff, put a gun to my head and everything over her - but you might wanna change your codename.
(please. PLEASE.)
Yeah. I saw you, Mantis you said? And, uh, forgot his name. Shirtless dude. And then me. And half the universe's living being. You gotta kill him when you go back home, man. Bet you he isn't dead, dude's crazy strong.
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[ Peter waves a hand, dismissing the idea. (She also does not call him Star-Lord, that's a lie.) ]
Shirtless dude... you mean Drax? Flark, and we fought Thanos? Dude. Half the universe....
[ That's a lot. It's enough to make Peter kinda pause, considering. He does not notice the cat until he feels something very distinctly like claws at the back of his neck. Which makes him jump like a foot in the air. ]
Whoa, ow! [ He turns, trying to get a hold on the cat. She is, of course, too fast for him, half-Spartoi or not. ] Hey, ow! Stop that!
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(he is betting it. absolutely sure. there's no freaking way. it's goofy. this is a teenager. he won't believe it until quill physically brings him someone who does in front of him without any hesitance or rolls of eyes.)
Yeah, I think, I don't know-- It happened super fast. First, his weird corpse-like lackey came to Earth. Then, we invaded the ship. Then, we opened a hole in the ship. Then, we hijacked the ship. Then you hijacked our hijack. Then we met. Then we landed. Then we fought Thanos. Then we lost-- hey!
(oh, there goes the cat. his finger lifts, and he facepalms way too hurtfully at it.)
I'll find it later. Bring a crater next time.
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[ Rocket calls him scut lord, does that count? It doesn't count. But Peter has succeeded in making the conversation less sad, so that's a win too. ]
Flark, that's... a lot.
[ And this kid is so young. What the flark. But it's clear Peter believes him, I mean—no one would make up a story like that. The cat can wait! ]
And that was all before you got here? Did you say you got turned into dust?
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(please, actually, do show proof that he calls himself that throughout the galaxy, quill won't hear the end of it.)
Yeah.
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[ Peter gives the kid a second, patting his shoulder and considering his next words carefully. Running from feelings is never the right idea (he would know,) but also he just met this kid. He could try to diffuse the situation, or offer a shoulder... it sounds like he barely knew his universe's Peter Quill, but that version of himself was with Gamora?
No, he's getting distracted again. Eyes on the prize, Quill. There's a kid who needs help and Peter Quill never turns down people in need if he can help it.
Time to start operation: distract this sad kid. Quill flips his visor back on, scanning their surroundings for any sign of the cat. While he's at it, he goes ahead and updates "mechno dude" to "Peter Parker — CSW (Crapsack World)" He thinks Rocket would agree with his naming methods. ]
Hey, you wanna try and catch that cat? I can pull up a bounty later—Nova Corps has a whole file on me, it's pretty sweet.
[ The file also says Peter Quill is a very low level threat, but this kid doesn't need to know that now does he. ]
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(no further questions asked. it came out of him already, and honestly, maybe he likes this quill better? he can just hope he has better taste in movies and in pop culture, when DID he leave earth anyway? his mask reassembles on his face, and he'll shoot a web to swing towards the nearest tree - on which he crawls to get a better look. give him a moment, and he'll descend on a web upside down pointing to the back of them.)
Picked up a meow from that direction!
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He pats himself on the back, metaphorically, for being such a cool and mature guy. The "adult" act lasts for about a second before Peter is shooting off webs like some kind of... web-shooting creature. A spider? That sounds right. ]
Whoa, that's so cool!
[ Peter's admiration is clear and honest. He is not afraid to admire some cool tech. ]
Are those made out of like a carbon polymer or something? There's no way that should hold your weight—Rocket would have a field day with your tech.
[ But this is also the part where Rocket or Drax or even Groot or Gamora would yell at him to focus on the job, and Quill is good at that! He really is! So he turns in the direction Peter pointed and gives his jet boots a kick to get moving, fast. ]
Alright, little guy! We're coming for ya!
[ Announcing your presence is probably not the way to go........ ]
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the coolness is probably diluted with the fact that peter does the double finger gun and even moves his thumbs along with a clicking sound.)
Ah, no, in the beginning, I made it myself with stuff in my high school lab, it's just a mix of salicylic acid, toulene, methanol, carbon tetrachloride, potassium carbonate, and ethyl acetate? But then, Mr. Stark made some stuff for it, so it's different from my original formula-- WOAH. YOU HAVE JETS??????
(he was NOT expecting that either, and one hand goes to his face in surprise, while his index points.)
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[ He will take them apart but he'd put them back together, probably. Point is, if you see a walking, talking raccoon, run. Run, Peter. But Quill is happy to finally be getting some respect here!! Damn right, his boots are cool! ]
Hell yeah, I have jets! How else am I gonna get around in space? [ Hold your applause. He certainly pauses for effect. ] These aren't even my coolest set of tech. That honor goes to these babies.
[ He twirls his blasters in his hands. He is still moving though—walking and talking is something he's really good at. ]
I'm not gonna ice a cat though, that'd be messed up. But they can shoot ice and lava and wind and stuff. Spartax, eat your heart out.
[ These words mean nothing to Peter, but that's ok. Quill is just happy to get a chance to show off. ]
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(which, well, he kinda can forgive. they're aliens! the quill he met was from earth, and proudly went 'i'm not from earth, i'm from missouri', so that one... he's still processing, honestly. but he waves his own thoughts away to look at the blasters, because they're cool as hell, and he can definitely pay attention to those rather than the weird stuff he says afterwards.)
I mean, I could web the cat, but that'd also be kinda messed up. What are you thinking then? Wait, did you say it shoots WIND?
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[ Can't let anyone get away with thinking Rocket is the coolest, when they're all cool. And realistically Gamora is the coolest, but that's because she could kill Quill the fastest. Or she'd certainly make it look like an accident. ]
Pshyeah! These things can shoot wind, electricity, lava and ice. Well and just energy. They sure don't shoot bullets, that'd be lame.
[ He shrugs, the blasters must weigh nothing at all with how easily he twirls them. Each setting corresponds to a color, the default being pink. Pink is cool.
But yes, the cat. Have they spotted the cat? Peters, you guys aren't paying attention to this cat, are you? Quill certainly isn't. ]
I gotta ask—are spiders like, your "thing?" Can you talk to spiders? Because that's seriously metal.
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But how, dude. Do they create them? Do they summon it? Do they just have it in it? You can't just say that and not tell me how it works, that's what's lame.
(is this a peter thing. it's probably like a peter thing.)
Nah. Nope. But, yeah.
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Got bit by a spider that had some stuff going on. So, basically, I'm strong, elastic, and sticky.
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[ You know, energy. That thing that you can just create out of thin air? From nothing? Peter gives them another twirl as he stops. Yeah, they're not catching this cat. ]
It's like, super rare Spartoi tech or something. Last of its kind, left to me by my dad, not that he gives a flark, only works for the royal family, yadda yadda...
[ He mutters that last part, but he's explaining all this like it's the most normal thing in the world. You know, the Spartoi blasters that produce energy. We've all seen 'em. Peter makes a vague gesture like he didn't just say something scientifically insane. ]
Strong, elastic, and sticky. Huh.
[ Like a jock strap? He's not gonna say that. But god, is he thinking it. He makes a face, but moves right along. Because he has self-control, believe it or not. Getting bit by an animal does not make any sense, but then Quill isn't a scientist. What does he know? (But if that was how it worked, he's pretty sure he'd be part raccoon by now.) ]
So is your codename like... Spider Kid? Ooh, or like! Spider Prince? Mecha-Spider-Boy?
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(because he definitely thinks that 'flark' is the pg-13 version quill came up for 'fuck', so that's what he's going with.
also, kinda, he knows the sticky part confuses people, but it's what makes him crawl and be on angles that are definitely gravity-defying otherwise.)
Dude. SpiderMan.
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Oh, what? You're from Terra? I mean, uh, Earth? For real?!
[ Hold up, he needs a minute, like this news is shocking to him. He almost wants to ask what year it is, but then he kind of doesn't want to. Going back to Earth was never in the cards for Quill -- Missouri may have been where he was born, but it wasn't home.
Yeah, okay, that's too deep for right now, let's not focus on that. ]
I had no idea their tech had gotten that good!
[ The space curses will continue. That's going to be a gorram guarantee. ]
Spider Man... huh. [ Quill has been "Star-Lord" since he broke out of jail so like? Respect. ] So wait, does Earth really have like a ton of superheroes? 'Cause from what I heard, everybody's always fighting all the time, so that's why Nova kind of ignores you guys.
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