My mom liked sharing with me all the pop songs she loved growing up. I happened to have it with me when I was… the day that she… when I left earth
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“You’re full of tricks, Wizard.”
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FIVE YEARS PASSED them by. five years that felt like a mere blink of an eye— the kind that you could try and reach out to grab, but it kept s l i p p i n g just out of your reach. it was disorientating, and that was putting it LIGHTLY. to come back after what you swore was only a matter of seconds; to come back to those you left behind. filling in the gaps, trying to stitch the pieces back together, the incessant ache of your heart when you realize just how much affect your absence had on your remaining family. coming back from death wasn’t something the mind could APPREHEND, because that wasn’t the way life worked. if it had worked that way, he would have his mother back with him in a heartbeat, yondu as well. the star-lord still didn’t fully understand it. how could he?
still, he considered themselves lucky. the guardians, the avengers, the asgardians, everyone they had fought with who became family in such a short and DIRE time— every living creature, peter considered lucky; because the battle was won, and life as they knew it was restored. safe from the titan that t o r e it away, no more threat that loomed over the universe as it had before. they were LUCKY, and peter was grateful.
stark’s lakehouse was a place not only peace, but a place of COMFORT. things felt slower there, safer. like the world and its troubles were put on pause as you visited your good friend in healing, spending time with both him and everyone else who was around. the final battle brought them all together, closer than they had been before. a fervent protective INSTINCT formed, which is probably simply what happens when you bring forces together to defeat a huge purple asshole with a pruney chin. they were mending, and they would be just fine.
music blared from the speakers of the benatar, which was parked in a patch of unoccupied field along stark’s property. a reliable, TELLTALE sign that the guardians were paying a visit? music. something that peter couldn’t live without; a shameless passion, one that he even liked to have in the h e a t of battle. a stevie wonder hit f i l l e d the space of the ship, the task of fixing parts forgotten as he sung and danced along, CAPTURED in the song. tossing a space candy in the air that landed in his mouth, he continued until he spun around, coming face-to-face with another.
with wide eyes, peter jumped back, knocking over one or two parts in the process and nearly choking on the piece of candy. “dude!” he exclaimed, muffled by the music— and the POUNDING of his heart. shuffling over to turn it down, breathing out a soft ‘man’, he took a breath and released it slowly before turning back around, casually propping his arm up on the wall. with a clear of his throat, he spoke. “so what’s up?”
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