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agentmecarter:
“Why, thank you,” Peggy said after the shock wore off. Well, despite being a little socially awkward, he seemed like a nice bloke. Besides, wasn’t he supposed to be one of the good guys?
She quirked a brow when he said he used to be immortal. Well…maybe not all aliens were odd colors. Then her mouth dropped too when he got to the part of killing his father. “Oh my…” His openness was…astounding.”Sorry for your loss?” she offered in confusion. It should’ve been a sensitive topic but it didn’t seem like one at all.
“Well, nice to meet you Peter Quill,” she said with a polite smile and chuckled a little when he introduced his other names. “I’m Peggy Carter.”
peter raised a brow and tilted his head in minor confusion when she apologized for his loss, only to realize she meant his father. “oh!” he let out a laugh and waved a hand, “nah, don’t be sorry for that sack of shit, he murdered my mother, and i really loved my mom, he had to go - immortal alien space god and all, he had to go.”
he hated ego with a passion, wanted to go back and kill him all over again if he could. as far as peter was concerned, him killing his own dad was one of the best things to happen to his life. “peggy carter? cool, so like... what do you do? or more like, what do you think of all of this? i ain’t been back to terra, uh... earth, since i was eight, so it’s very weird for me.’
a part of his own tragedy was being taken from his home; though he knew it had ultimately been for the benefit of himself.
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topclassbxtch:
Emma raised an eyebrow as he conceded. Avengers and their little friends were simply a thorn in her side with them staying here. She never did like ordinary people and, to her, Avengers had never helped her people. They were applauded at every turn while the X-Men were hated upon for simply having something in their DNA.
Emma looked him up and down as he ranted about his jacket before she let out a not so subtle sigh paired with a roll of her eyes. “No. I’d rather stick to Saks Fifth Avenue.” Emma replied as her eyes glanced at his pointed finger as he spoke. “Then, perhaps if you did go to school, you would be smart enough to remove your finger out of my face before I make you lick my heels clean.” Emma warned, using her own well manicure index finger to push his aside. “Please remember you are a guest here, Mr. Quill. I’m not sure what you do in your trailer in space but here, do try to have a little quest etiquette, hm?”
“saks fifth avenue? what is that? a fancy potato sack company? yeah, i mean, admittedly you’d look great in that too - but come on, you could dress better than that.“ peter waved a hand towards her, giving her a quick glance over before turning his head and looking away. he made a face when she threatened him, giving a snort and then a laugh as he dropped his hand.
“yeah okay, whatever you say dominatrix of the east,” he rolled his eyes in return. “lady, i’ve screwed around with alien women with tentacles and sharp teeth, i ain’t afraid of licking your boots.“ he crossed his arms over his chest, raising both brows at her, finding her more amusing than intimidating - though knowing something entirely too spooky about her was lying under the surface. “you know lady, you’re literally the only person who has a problem with having fun, so yeah i can take my fun elsewhere and away from your classroom - which by the way - why is school in session while the world is at crisis and also a party going on elsewhere in these halls?“
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agentmecarter:
“…Ninety-eight?” she said after an awkward pause. “Well, not really,” she waved a hand dismissively. “I’m 28. I’m just in the wrong time of the history, I guess.” The old-fashioned agent shrugged. The years she skipped forward shouldn’t count, right? “And yes, I believe the fountain of youth is a timeless concept at this point.”
“And you are…?”
there was a long pause before peter responded, gesturing vaguely at her and smiling, “well, you look great.” he blinked for a moment as she tried to explain why she looked so young, causing him to only really believe that she’d just decided one day she wasn’t going to age. “well that’s cool, like - i wish i could stay twenty-eight forever, i used to be immortal too but then i killed my dad so that kind of just... didn’t work out.” but when she asked him who he was, he straightened up and pulled at the ends of his red leather coat, beaming at her. “peter quill, ma’am, but most people know me as the legendary outlaw that is star-lord.”
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oftimeheist:
all you have to do is mention food and scott will go wherever you want him to go to whatever boring meeting. though this gathering wasn’t exactly boring, it was more take a break before having to jump back into ‘save the world’ mode. his team lost the reality stone and that sucked tremendously, but at least they have the soul stone right? so three out of six ain’t bad.
scott is just hanging around in the back, stuffing his face and looking at all the antique and very breakable things in the house. he’s glad that he’s left his thieving way behind (sort of ) because there’s a lot of things in here that’s probably worth a good chunk of change. but scott pushes those thoughts to the back of his mind. save the world first, steal things later. his inner monologue is cut short when someone comes down the hall shouting lyrics.
he watches the other with enthusiasm and a laugh leaves his mouth when the other dances before he stops short catching scott staring at him. when he asks to dance scott shrugs his shoulders and grabs the other’s hand and starts twirling around with him in the hallway. “i’m scott, by the way, scott lang.”
peter didn’t know who he was, but his enthusiasm was amazing and he wasn’t going to stop him from having fun. pulling scott towards him, peter laughed and started to dance around the other man, picking up his own bits and pieces of food off of the table and throwing them into his mouth. “scott lang? cool, i’m peter quill,” he half-yelled grinning and picking up the plate of cheese, handing it over to scott.
“all yours my dude,“ he offered, before taking out an ear bud and then handing it over to scott to listen to as well. “i figure if you’re gonna dance with me, then you gotta hear what i’m listening to.“ he paused, “unless you know how to hack the audio system here and play this cool shit to get rid of that uncool shit?“ he gave him a smirk.
peter was all about making friends, especially friends who were willing to go on adventures with him, scott seemed like that type of friend. “or if you’ve seen a walking, talking raccoon around here, we can get him to do it for us.” he met scott’s eye. “the choice is yours, scott lang.”
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topclassbxtch:
Emma stood there, her gaze didn’t leave him as she watched him. Rather than call him out, she decided to let him continue, the students in the classroom snickering as she leaned on the door frame. As he turned and asked if she wanted to dance, Emma’s expression remained stoic. Instead, she stepped out the way, letting the children out of the classroom.
“No but I should remind you this is a school.” Emma stated, watching him still continue to the point even she couldn’t help but scoff at him. “And if you are going to interrupt my class, please do it in a better jacket.”
peter stopped the moment a beautiful woman had shot his offer to dance down. he frowned for a moment, taking his earbuds out and nodding to her, slowly reaching to turn his music off and sighing, “yes ma’am,” he muttered, not meeting her gaze as he looked past her and towards the students in the room, grinning at any of them you caught his gaze.
“what!?“ he practically crowed, before looking down at his red leather duster and grabbing at it. “lady, i’ll have you know that this jacket is amazing and i got it when i was in space , you ever been to space?“ he pointed at her accusingly with one hand on his hip as he scowled at her. “also? school sucks, i didn’t go and look at me? i’m flying a spaceship, i can speak any language, and i’m cool.“
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agentmecarter:
Peggy was speechless as the guy in front of her opened his mouth. Wow, if she thought Scott Lang was “carefree”, this guy straight up head his head in the clouds. “Excuse me?” she said defensively. Sure she was old enough to be his grandmother - or maybe great grandmother - but she wouldn’t say she dressed up like an antique. She checked herself out. Well, she indeed looked out of time. “Well, I’m sure your grandma had more or less the same fashion sense considering she’d be around the same ages as me in the 40s.” She gave a curt smile.
“oh sorry, uh,“ peter frowned and wondered for a moment if she hadn’t heard what he said or if he’d spoken in some weird accent - but before he could say anything more the woman ( who still dressed like his dead grandma ) snapped back at him with a quick witted reply that could only make him smile. even if his smile was of a nervous nature. “but wait - are you saying you’re like... ninety? or am i counting wrong and you’re older? because can i just say, you’re really freakin’ beautiful for your age. no wrinkles, nothing. did you like, fall into the fountain of youth or something?” peter paused and put a hand on his hip in thought, “is that still a thing?”
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hexwiitch:
parties were foreign to wanda. growing up in sokovia, there had never been time for such things. for some, perhaps, but not wanda. wandering around the mansion, surrounded by so many people – many of which she didn’t know – quickly became overwhelming to her.
so, because of that, not long ago she had decided to take a breather. take a moment to herself and step outside. a glass of punch in her hand, she leaned against the railing of the stairs she was sitting on as she looked up at the night sky, getting lost in her thoughts.
of course, until she heard someone else come outside, and her attention quickly snapped to them. she watched curiously as he began to dance, singing, along to music he was listening to. as he noticed her, he held his hand out to her, asking if she wanted to dance. she hesitated for a moment before she took his hand, getting to her feet and setting her cup down on the banister.
“i… i don’t think i really know how to dance,” she admitted sheepishly to him.
peter stared at the woman for a little too long than what was deemed polite - giving her a lopsided smile before finally realizing that he was likely being pretty damn creepy. when she finally stood and took his hand, he grasped hers to tell her wordlessly that he wasn’t going to bite and simultaneously pulled himself closer to her.
taking out an earbud, he tilted his head and gave her words some thought before sliding his gaze back towards her and grinning. “aw, nah - it’s okay, i know how to so i can dance for the two of us.” he stepped back for a moment and brought his other hand up to her.
“here, let me show you.“ he looked her over to make sure she was comfortable enough to dance with him before nodding to her, “my name’s peter, peter quill --“ he smiled, this time more genuinely and delicately as he coaxed her around. “some people call me star-lord,“ he let out a laugh.
“step on my shoes, it’s cool, the tips are metal, you won’t hurt me - i’ll use my feet with your feet on top to show you how to dance.“ he waited for her, nodding encouragingly before meeting her gaze. “what’s your name?“
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so the little shindig going on at the x-mansion was cool, it was nice, it was fun. but man did the music blow, hard. he nodded his head politely but mostly he looked incredibly bored and just wanted to get back on the ship and head back into space where it made him feel the most comfortable.
he clutched his soda in his hand as he glanced around, “alright, you know what? screw this,” he muttered, picking up his earbuds and putting the right one in. “god i wish rocket was here, i’d have his little furry ass hook my zune up and just party this shit out,” he continued to rant under his breath before turning his music on and letting out a satisfactory sigh.
when the melody of ‘cherry bomb’ by the runaways began to play, quill began to dance to the beat of the song, singing along under his breath though gradually getting more elaborate and loud. “i’m you ch-ch-ch-CHERRY BOMB!” he fist pumped and twirled before realizing he was being watched. grinning at them, he held out a hand to them, “WANNA DANCE?” he half-yelled over his own music before spinning again and shuffle-dancing towards them and grinning.
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this mutant stuff? freaking awesome!
quill had always known that there was more out there than just humans and aliens. enough sci-fi and shit would have told him of that. he’d run around the party getting to know some people and causing a centering of attention onto himself before he came across a woman with green hair. “okay first, your hair is amazing, awesome color, i love it... reminds me of gamora.” he paused and smiled at her. “and second? i mean, i don’t really do much planning and i’m still alive, so i’d say both options are valid, it just depends on who is like.... doing it.”
the x-mansion. lorna still didn’t feel as though she really belonged there but with it being where everyone was gathering, it seemed her best opportunity to stay in the loop. sitting on the sidelines had never favored well for her, after all. for the most part, she’d been observing the others, doing her best to determine the situation before finally getting herself a drink and making her way into the common area. “ – so is there an actual plan for what happens next or do we all just run around like chickens with our heads chopped off and hope we don’t die?”
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peter nodded at her, humming to himself before holding up his index finger. “sure, sure yeah but i got one question for you, and it’s kinda important for me because i can’t think of nothing else, so...” he turned to fully face her and gestured at her. “why are you dressed like my dead grandma?”
“I feel like we are wasting time. We should be already working on a plan to get the rest of the stones.”
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OPEN TO TEAM B
little known fact about peter jason quill a.k.a. the legendary outlaw that is also known as star-lord: he loved musicals.
now, sure it could be obvious that he does, because well, the zune attached at his hip in the middle of a battle zone was pretty telling that he liked music, but musicals!?
“then you feel everything’s alright, yes, eveything’s fine~“ he sang, closing his eyes as he let the sweet, sweet voice of yvonne elliman fill his ears as he shot at some random ugly alien looking shits. why were they here? hell if he knew, but he also didn’t know why he was on terra - so, well.... one massive amount of confusion at a time.
aiming at what seemed like the giant mother alien thing, he closed an eye and fired off a round of his lethal fireball shot from his element guns before gasping and ripping a headphone out as someone who looked like an ally got in the way. “shit, HEY--” quill called out, harnessing his guns and running at them, enacting his jet boots and forcibly tackling the person out of the way.
“WHAT THE HELL BRO!? anyone ever tell you not to waltz into a battle field!?“ he yelled, openly glaring at them before softening and sitting up, “you okay?“
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#** ( visage ) oh come on man i'm handsome i'm cute i got it all#** ( interaction ) ft. gamora#** ( interaction ) ft. rocket raccoon#** ( interaction ) ft. drax the destroyer
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