#chris pratt x reader

[archieimagines]

You Don’t Get To | Owen Grady One Shot

here’s our first new work from the lovely jay, and of course she stays faithful to mr grady! this is the heavily requested part 2 to one of our old imagines, so read that first here! warnings: this is all you need to hit your weekly recommended intake of ANGST. let’s all hope miss jay is ok after banging this one out. love you <3 word count: 1.1k  written by: jay

Rain hammered against the roof with the occasional thunderclap to accompany it, which only added to your bad mood, and your best friend couldn’t help it no matter how hard she tried.

“You hungry?”

No reply.

“Hey... Is anybody in there?”

A flick to the side of your head brought you out of your trance. “Hm?”

“I said, are you hungry?”

You shook your head, earning a sigh in response. “Look, I know you miss him and I know you're worried about him but you need to eat, shower-- You need to do something! It’s been... It’s been god knows how long and all you’ve done is mope around your house, avoid going anywhere near the raptor paddock, and cry.”

“I know,” you agreed. She was right, but you couldn’t shake the dark cloud that was hanging over you. Owen was your best friend, your other half and he’d turned into someone you didn’t know anymore. It had been weeks, he didn’t come to check if you were okay; there had been no texts, no phone calls. It was as though you didn’t even exist to him anymore and filling that person-sized hole inside you was harder than you’d have ever imagined. “He isn’t worth it.”

“That’s the problem, I still think he is.” 

“I’m making you some tea and we are going to put on a horror film and hopefully scare the sad out of you.” You stifled a laugh, curling your legs underneath you on the sofa as you waited for your friend to return. 

The storm had worsened outside, thunder and lightning now occurring at more regular intervals and the rain was becoming almost deafening. 

“Find a movie! Do something useful!”

“Fine!” You sighed, dragging your body off the sofa to look through the shelves of movies that littered shelves around the living room. Within half an hour, you were curled up on the sofa with a mug of hot tea and some toast with some crap horror on TV; You weren't sure what was really happening in the movie because your mind was, as per usual, elsewhere.

A knock at the door pulled you back to reality once more. “Who would be out in weather like this?” You wondered aloud, making your way over to check through the window. You pulled back the curtain and, illuminated by a flash of lightning, was the last person you expected to see.

Owen Grady.

Rain dripped from the ends of his hair, his shirt was sticking to him and he had mud splattered up the front of his legs. You flung the door open, ready to unleash hellfire on the man who had dropped you for someone who he barely knew, but “Wha-” Was all you could muster before the dishevelled raptor trainer collapsed into your arms, sobbing.

Something was tragically wrong. Owen was one of the strongest men you’d ever met, seeing him look so small and fragile pulled at your heartstrings in a way you never thought possible. “Owen, what-?“

“She left me,” he choked out, his face nestled in your neck. “I came home and her stuff was gone, no explanation, nothing. I thought something had happened-” he took a breath. “She went back to her ex, got the earliest flight out this morning.”

You wanted so desperately to feel sorry for him, to welcome him back with open arms as though the whole thing hadn't happened but it was almost as though there was some sort of wall between you. He looked like Owen, he sounded like Owen but he wasn't the Owen you had grown to love. Not anymore. But… you weren’t completely heartless. 

“Come and get dry.”

You piled Owen into the shower, shoved his clothes in the dryer and dug through your drawers from some clothes that he’d left behind what felt like a lifetime ago. “

There’s clothes outside the bathroom,” you called, retreating back into the living room which was now empty. You must’ve missed your friend’s calls of goodbye. It seemed that you had been left alone to deal with the situation without a spectator, which you were thankful for.

You settled on the sofa once more, listening to the sound of the rain hitting the porch, waiting for the shower to switch off. The more you sat there, the more you had time to mull over how Owen had treated you over the past six months and it made you angry. Now everything has gone off the deep end for him, he comes crawling back and expects you to just forget everything.

But you weren't going to let him get away with it. Not without making sure he knew what he’d done to you.

The shower switched off and Owen shuffled about in the background, changing into the fresh clothes you had left for him. He wandered into the lounge, hesitant as he made his way over.

“Hey,” Owen sank into the sofa next to you, sheepish. 

“Hi.”

“Look-”

“Save it, Owen. I’m not interested in your apologies.”

“I just-”

You stood up, exasperated. “I said, don’t!” You sighed, running your hands through your hair. “You don't get to come back here and act like you weren’t an absolute asshole to me! All in the name of some whirlwind romance that swept you off your feet and turned you into someone monstrous.”

“You’re right,” he looked at his lap, wringing his hands.

“I know I am. You broke my heart and you didn’t even care, you turned into someone I didn’t recognise, Owen. I had to sit back and watch my best friend, the man I loved, fade away and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. I tried. God, I tried so hard- But you just- You stopped listening and-” 

A tear slipped down your face, making you groan in frustration.

“...And you just let me slip away.”

Owen fell silent, any words he had to say evaporated into thin air and the only thing he could manage was “Loved?”

“What?”

“You said ‘man you loved’. As in, past tense?” He looked up at you, eyes filled with tears once more.

“Don’t. You don’t get to come back here and make me- you just don’t get to do that.”

“Do what?” He was stood now, stepping towards you.

“Stop.”

“Do what?” He repeated. He was right in front of you now, lacing his fingers with yours. He was close enough that you could feel his breath against your face and smell the shampoo he had used in the shower… He smelled safe, like home.

“Owen...”

“Say it.”

“You don’t get to come back here and make me fall in love with you again, it’s not fair,” you mumbled, barely speaking above a whisper.

#owen grady imagine #owen grady x reader #jurassic world imagine #owen grady one shot #jurassic world one shot #owen grady #jurassic world #angst #one shot #chris pratt imagine #chris pratt one shot #chris pratt x reader #chris pratt #written by jay

[countrymusiclover]

Do I want to write another Owen Grady book....yes?? Do I have an idea in mind yet no

Any suggestions??

@annielr @abaker74 @oldmanwithashield

#owen x reader #owen grady jurassic world #owen grady imagine #owen grady x reader #owen grady x you #owen grady fic #owen grady x y/n #jurassic world x reader #jurassic world #chris pratt x reader #chris pratt

[haterfreak]

CHRIS PRATT IS SELLING HAIR

WHERE IS HE GETTING IT?

#chris pratt #christian blog #chris pratt x reader #the mario movie #marvel #guardians of the galaxy

[mastermindxmemoirs]

better together - introduction

Summary: After ten long years working in various roles in Hollywood–stemming from temp jobs to small gigs in TV shows and movies, you’ve gotten your break. You have headed to Hawaii to star alongside some big names in the new Jurassic World movie. 

Word Count: 1533

Warnings: Slow build. This is mostly just an intro, so no Chris in this installment, but he will be in the next! This is going to be more of a chapter story. Hang tight! It gets better, I promise :) 

so if I’m honest I think I’m beginning to question how much I want this

You took in a deep breath as you stepped off of the plane and onto the tarmac. A quick glance around–you realized you weren’t in Los Angeles anymore. The view was beautiful–lots of trees, palms and greenery. There was a sweet salty smell from the ocean you hadn’t breathed in since you lived in St. Petersburg, Florida. It reminded you of home, but you knew it was different.

This is it, the thought released butterflies in your stomach. Everything you had worked for over the last ten years amounted to this very moment. Thankfully, your feet found the will to move forward as you pulled your backpack up onto your shoulders. 

There was a man in a suit just ahead with your name neatly printed on the paper sign in his hands. “Y/N?” He asked just as you approached.

“That’s me,” you managed a smile, even though the butterflies were still fluttering rapidly about your stomach. You hadn’t had an appetite, but you were grateful for that; in this moment, you couldn’t be sure if you would throw up or not.

“Nice to meet you,” he smiled back. “I’m John, I’ll be your driver today. If you’d like to follow me, I’m parked just outside the terminal. Can I carry your backpack for you?” 

“Nice to meet you,” you replied. “And it’s okay, I’ve got it. Thank you, though.” You didn’t want to trouble anyone. Working for ten years in Hollywood just trying to make it, you had learned how hard celebrities were on ‘the little people’. You didn’t consider yourself a celebrity; this was your first big gig. But you were determined to take what you had learned and not make anyone working around you feel smaller than you.

“Not a problem,” he nodded as he began the trek to the terminal. “How many bags do you have, miss?” He asked over his shoulder.

“One suitcase and one duffel bag,” he seemed surprised by your answer. You tried to pack as light as possible. You also had a terrible fear that the director you were working with would realize you were an imposter and not what they were expecting and send you on a plane back home within a week. “Oh, and please, call me Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he repeated. “Not a problem. Max will gather your bags and bring them to the hotel. We’ll go ahead and get a head start so you can get settled. Do you have your checked luggage receipt?” 

You pulled your backpack to the side and reached in the front pocket to retrieve the paper receipt you had gotten when checking your bags. Once you handed it over to John, he took a quick picture with his phone. “The suitcase is gray with a teal ribbon tied to the handle, and the duffel is black–there’s a matching teal ribbon on the shoulder strap.” You described.

“Great, I’ll send that info and the receipt to Max,” he typed away on his phone as you continued walking through the terminal. “Have you ever been to Hawaii before?” He made conversation.

“No, this is my first time,” you had almost forgotten that you were in this tropical paradise for the first time in your life. It was too bad your nerves had gotten the better of you and you weren’t able to fully enjoy it.

“Well, welcome,” he beamed. “You’re going to love it. It’s a beautiful state.”

You kept pace just behind John as he led you through the sliding glass doors and out to a blacked out SUV. He opened the rear passenger door and held it for you as you stepped in. “Thanks,” you smiled. He nodded and closed it behind you.

It felt as though your ears were ringing from the complete silence. Your senses were overloaded before, but the silence and the scent of the detailed car stuck you with your thoughts.

You had somehow (unbeknownst to you) landed a major role in the new Jurassic World movie. Besides some supporting roles you had portrayed on TV and film over the last few years, you had never been involved in anything this big before. This was what you had wanted…or so you thought. But being here felt incredibly intimidating and you weren’t even on set yet.

“We should be at the condo in about forty minutes, with traffic,” John glanced over his shoulder as you clicked your seatbelt into its locked position. 

“Great, thank you, John,” you reached for your backpack and pulled out the familiar stack of papers that were bound with metal prongs. The sheets were worn, as you had read through them, written in your analysis and what direction you think the director might have for you. You had worked on memorizing; you felt fairly comfortable with not just your own dialogue, but the dialogue of your co-stars for the scenes you had together.

But you weren’t that naive…you knew you could mess up at any point. And that was what terrified you.

Mindlessly, you gnawed on the skin of your thumb just beside your nail as you read. Before you knew it, John was pulling into a small parking lot. Just ahead, there was a row of condos. It wasn’t too crowded–in fact, you were actually surprised at how few units there were. You liked that, though. You appreciated the quiet.

“I’ve been asked to give you about thirty minutes and then take you over to set, if that’s okay. I’m not sure your luggage will be in just yet, but I can have it brought to your trailer or have Max bring it back here for you to pick up after you’re back,” John explained. “You’re in Unit 207–second floor.” He passed back a set of keys.

“No problem,” you pressed the release button on your seatbelt. “I packed an extra set of clothes in my backpack. I will drop off a few things and be right back. Thanks, again.” You took the keys from John and stopped him before he could get out. “Oh, please don’t worry about the door. I’ve got it.” You smiled and reached for the door handle.

The scent of salt as you swung your legs outside of the car brought you a sense of calm, once more. You knew it would be just as quickly replaced once you were headed to set, but you pushed those thoughts and feelings down. You entered the condominium and headed for the stairs. There were maybe 30 units in total–15 on the first floor, 15 on the second. The building was clean and somewhat modern, but still had a nice Hawaii touch. 

You found the door that said 207 and slipped your key in the lock. It opened smoothly to a beautiful one bedroom, one bath unit. The kitchen was lovely, with light gray counters and stainless steel appliances. The condo was furnished with tasteful pieces–nothing fancy, but you appreciated that. You slid your backpack down your shoulder and placed it on the dining table set with two placemats. 

You hadn’t had an opportunity to check your phone, so you pulled it out and saw you had two voicemails.

You listened to the first:

“Y/N, it’s Monica,” ah, your agent. “Listen, I know you can handle it…but I’m sending Lori out to Hawaii tomorrow. I knew you would fight me on it, so I didn’t want to tell you until you were already there.” You chuckled, at least she knew you. Lori was your assistant, who you adored…but you wanted her to have some time off and catch a break; you knew you could handle yourself while you were out here. “She’s stoked–and you can still give her time off out there. Who wouldn’t want that?! It’s Hawaii, dammit. Anyway…call me when you can. Let me know if you need anything.”

The second message looked to be from Lori.

“Hey Y/N, it’s Lo. Monica said she left you a voicemail so I could check in. Listen, don’t be mad. I’m happy to help you out. Uh, HELLO–it’s Hawaii!! I’ll text you tomorrow once I get in. See you soon!”

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t excited for some familiarity. Lori had been a really good friend for six years or so. You had met her in a bar bathroom at a nightclub in West Hollywood during a really bad first date. She got you away from the date and introduced you to her group of girlfriends. A really bad night turned into a really great one quickly. When you got to the point where Monica felt like you needed an assistant, you wanted Lori to have first dibs. 

You changed into your change of clothes–nothing fancy, just denim shorts and a loose fitting Dr. Dre v-neck you had found at a thrift shop a few years ago. You pulled your slip-on tennis shoes back on and took a quick glance in the mirror hanging on the wall. 

Not terrible, but you still kind of looked like you had been on a plane for six hours. You threw some sunglasses on and headed back out the door to meet John in the car.

#chris pratt x reader #chris pratt x female reader #chris pratt x you #chris pratt fanfic #chris pratt fanfiction #chris pratt ff

[americas1suiteheart]

I need someone to make a Peter Quill/Star Lord x Reader where the reader is Gamora and Nebula's sister PLEASE ITS A GOOD IDEA

#peter quill #star lord #peter quill x reader #star lord x reader #guardians of the galaxy #guardians of the galaxy vol 2 #chris pratt #chris pratt x reader #james gunn #marvel

[iheartdilfs01]

I need more Josh Faraday fics in my life

#chris pratt #magnificent 7 #josh faraday #josh faraday x reader #Chris Pratt x reader #fanfic

[uhlexi]

You guys that write here are just so dang creative and I love it! None of this following post is meant to be maliciously critical. I believe y'all want to grow as writers. I just want to help a little.

Something I've noticed from Tumblr writers - repetitive writing phrases.

1. The phrase "due to" is in nearly everything I've read. I read it at least once a day. I'm guilty of it to. However, there are ways to change it up.

A) No shame in the word "because." IMO "because of" is also a more natural sounding phrase, anyway.

Example:

"Sarah had trust issues due to her last boyfriend cheating on her."

Into

"Sarah had trust issues because the last boyfriend cheated on her."

B) Periods. End your sentence at your effect and then start a new sentence for the cause. This is my favorite way to avoid "due to."

Example:

"Sarah had trust issues due to her last boyfriend cheating on her."

Into

"Sarah had trust issues. Her last boyfriend cheated on her."

Extra note - by doing this it can allow for a more natural segway into a deeper explanation.

2. "Within seconds." I used to do this one A LOT.

Some options:

• In seconds

• Seconds later

• Instantly

• At once

• Suddenly

• A moment later

I hope this helps you expand your writing!💖

#sebastian stan x reader #austin butler x reader #chris evans x reader #jensen ackles x reader #adam driver x reader #tom hiddelston x reader #tom holland x reader #chris pratt x reader #tom hardy x reader

[romanoffshouse]

Peter Quill: When was the last time you let someone hug you?

Drax: *thinking*: Two years ago.

Peter: Two years ago?

Drax: Yeah. I almost died and it really freaked Mantis out so I let her hug me.

#incorrect marvel quotes #marvel incorrect quotes #incorrect mcu quotes #peter quill #peter quill x reader #peter quill x you #star lord #drax #mantis #rocket raccoon #chris pratt #dave bautista #guardians #guardians of the galaxy #the guardians of the galaxy #gotg #marvel #marvel x reader #mcu #the avengers #source: ???

[lives-in-midgard]

It was enchanted to meet you

#marvel #guardians of the galaxy #peter quill #star lord #gamora #drax #baby groot #groot #rocket raccoon #mantis #nebula #marvel x reader #marvel guardians of the galaxy #guardians of the galaxy vol. 3 #mcu #chris pratt #zoe saldana #pom klementieff #karen gillan #marvel pictures

[archieimagines]

Imagine going to the beach with Owen Grady.

yes, jay has a rocket up her ass this week. we love to see it! requested by: anon. three requests rolled into one! warnings: beach-related half nudity! written by: jay

Summer at Jurassic World had been busy -unexpectedly busy- so staff had been run off their feet since the hordes of school children and families flocked to the park at the beginning of August. Restaurant staff were exhausted, trainers overworked and everyone was overdue a day off before the summer nights dimmed and fall rolled in, time to relax and enjoy the sights Isla Nublar had to offer away from the hustle and bustle of the park. Bosses soon realised that staff did need a day off if their businesses were to run smoothly and, by some miracle, you were granted two whole days off in the last week of August.

Once you’d closed up the restaurant for the last time before a well-earned break, you headed back to your bunglow on the outskirts of the island and prepared for two days of doing absolutely nothing; Finally you could just enjoy the hot sun, blue skies and the peace that the island provided away from the park. 

“We’re going the beach,” Owen announced as he walked into your bedroom the following morning.

“The beach?”

“Yeah. The beach.” Owen repeated, his signature smirk etched onto his face as he pulled open your curtains, sunlight flooding in. 

“Y’know. The sun, the sea… Hot girls in bikinis…”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, pulling the duvet up over your head. 

“Hey, I’m kidding!” He laughed. “Not about the sun and sea but the other part.” 

“I wanted to do nothing. Not go out and see people, of all creatures.” 

“Aw, c’mon,” he pouted, jumping on the end of your bed. With a pillow in hand he began smacking you under the duvet, laughing to himself.

“Okay, okay!” You kicked off the duvet and glared at him, arms folded across your chest. “You’re an idiot.”

“So is that a yes?”

“Yes, we can go to the beach.”

A while later, you were sat in the passenger side of Owen’s jeep with the picnic packed, music blaring and ready to enjoy what summer had to offer. You had been driving for god knows how long to seemingly nowhere when Owen started to slow down.

“Did you actually pack a swimsuit?” He questioned, eyeing your outfit as he pulled onto the side of the road.

“Maybe,” you mumbled, not really paying attention to what he was asking.

“Where are we?”

“The beach!”

You looked around. Grass… Trees. Nothing but green. “Uh Owen, I don't see a beach… Or another human being, for that matter.”

“Well,” he hopped out and swung the bag onto his back. “You said you didn't want to see people, so you don't have to.”

“I think you've caught too much sun. There is no beach anywhere!” you followed him around the jeep, shaking your head when he started piling dinosaur shaped floaties into your arms. “What the-”

“Zip! No more talking.”

“Bu-“

“Shhh!” He held his finger up to your lips, locked the doors to his jeep and started off down a trail through the foliage. You stared after him, eyebrows raised. 

Where the hell was he going?

“You comin’ or what?”

When you finally managed to catch up to him, barely managing to stay upright with the floaties blocking for you vision, the beach finally came into view. It was beautiful, clean white sand and shimmering blue as far as you could see. 

“Owen..” you gasped “How did you find this place?” 

He shrugged and set down the picnic blanket and basket before taking the items in your arms. “Let’s just say I scouted the place out a couple weeks ago for…” He winked. “Reasons.”

Once everything was laid out, drinks, food, towels and even an umbrella, you were beginning to finally unwind, the knots in your shoulders already beginning to loosen; Maybe the sun and salty sea air were actually just the thing you needed. 

“Hey! You comin’?” 

Owen’s voice pulled you from your daze, your face flushed when you realised that he was already topless and waist deep in the ocean. 

“Um��” Whatever words you had suddenly died in your throat. He looked like he’d walked straight out of a movie, muscles rippling and glistening under the summer sun. 

“Like what you see?” You could practically feel the smirk on his face and you could feel yourself blush. 

You hated that he had such an effect on you, it didn’t matter how hard you tried. You couldn’t help but fall for him. With a sigh you stood up, pulled off your clothes and revealed the spotted bikini you had on underneath. You could tell that Owen was watching your every move, like he was entranced; It made you nervous. 

By the time you reached the shoreline it was as though you could barely breathe, you almost chickened out and ran back up the beach. You hadn’t noticed that Owen had waded into the shallows but it was as though he had read your mind. His hand snaked around your waist and he practically carried you further into the water. Whilst your feet could comfortably touch the bottom his other arm found its way around you and held you firmly against his chest. His touch was electric, sending shockwaves through you, you were so close you could feel his breath against your nose - you didn’t dare look him in the eye. 

“You never answered me.” His voice was barely above a whisper, as if saying it any louder would shatter the moment into tiny pieces. 

“What?” 

“Do you like what you see?” Any ounce of smugness had evaporated, it was like he was afraid of the answer he’d get. “Because... I like what I see.” 

Your breath truly caught in your throat and your ability to speak vanished, was this really happening? 

“Hey.” His hand came to your chin, tilting your face so that you were looking at him.

Yes, this was really happening.

Before you could back out, you wrapped your arms around his neck and brought your lips to his in a short but breathtaking kiss. 

“Does that answer your question?”

#owen grady imagine #owen grady x reader #jurassic world imagine #jurassic park imagine #owen grady #jurassic world #jurassic park #chris pratt #chris pratt imagine #chris pratt x reader #written by jay

[coffeeandbatboys]

In The Endgame (Peter Quill x reader)

A/N it took me an hour to find this specific GIF lol

Request: from Anon

hiii i saw you were taking requests for peter quill and was wondering if you could write something that takes place during endgame where everyone who got blipped comes back and peter and reader reunite since he got blipped but she didnt? just super emotional and fluffy? thank uuuuuu <3

Warnings: angst, fluff, emotion

No...

This wasn't supposed to happen.

You weren't supposed to die in space.

None of you were.

But Thanos had taken Gamora, and Peter, Drax, Mantis, and two of the Avengers you'd met all turned to dust right in front of you.

Your heart suddenly broke, knowing that Groot and Rocket were with Thor.

And now you were stuck in space with Nebula and Tony Stark.

Two people you were not incredibly fond of.

Once you were rescued and brought back to Earth, you learned that Rocket was alive, but Groot hadn't made it.

"What the hell happened to us, Kid?"

And even though he wouldn't admit it to anyone but you, he cried.

You cried for months after losing the love of your life.

But in the five years that followed that fateful day, you never moved on.

You kept yourself busy helping Rocket and Nebula to hold the Galaxy together and searching for Thanos while many of the heroes were 'dead'. And then one day, a bug dude showed up and brought the concept of time travel with him.

And this is how you ended up back on Morag in 2014.

It was the first time you'd seen Peter since he dusted. You desperately wanted to run to him and kiss him again, but this wasn't your Peter.

As he danced dramatically to 'Come and Get Your Love', you, Nebula and 'Rhodey'—as you'd been introduced—watched on at the utter ridiculousness.

Rhodey broke this silence.

"So he's an idiot."

You couldn't disagree.

"Yeah." You smiled sadly. "He's my idiot, though."

After all you'd been through there was no turning back now.

Portals opened everywhere in the ruins of the Avengers campus, and that's when you spotted Drax and Mantis, then—

Him. Your sweet, loveable idiot, Peter Quill. Sprinting over to join your found family once again, he spotted you and broke a smile. You returned it, giving him a desperate kiss when you reached him.

"I thought I lost you forever!" You cried, clinging to his jacket.

He looked confused. "It was only a few hours?"

Your head snapped up.

"Uh, try five years."

"What?..." He whispered, eyes widening as if horrified by the concept of you being alone for five years.

You turned towards Mantis and Drax, waving to them with a giddy expression. They both waved back, and you all faced the Mad Titan's army ahead.

And soon, you were right in the thick of it.

Lunging at a nightmarish humanoid creature, you blasted it before turning to cover Peter, who was fighting off two more. Once those were taken care of, you moved in and fought them back to back. Being close to Peter again felt like heaven, even in the battlefield.

Even when you saw all of the Female avengers joining to push back against the army, you were hesitant to leave Peter's side in fear that you'd lose him again.

"Go." He told you with a smile and a kiss. "I'll be here when it's over."

You ran after Mantis and Nebula, spotting...Gamora? You weren't sure how that worked, but you were glad nonetheless. It didn't feel right that Natasha wasn't there, but this, you felt, was to honor her. It was what she would want.

Fighting a pale squid looking thing, you watched over it's shoulder at Carol, the woman who had saved you in space, entering the fight. You cheered wildly and pumped your fist in the air. There was no way you would lose, now.

As you struggled with a Titan monster, you received some help from Groot, who skewered it with a thick branch while you blasted it in the head.

"Thanks, buddy." You high fived him.

"I am Groot."

"It's good to see you too!"

And all of the sudden, the Titans were disappearing.

It was then that you looked over to see Tony, slumped against a piece of wreckage, pale and barely breathing. It hit you that he had just snapped the enemy away, and that had drained everything out of him.

You shared a sad look with Rocket.

As dickish as Tony was, he had a good heart.

And he gave it all to save the world.

Everyone stood in silence as he breathed his last. And then one by one, they began to kneel. A king, a sorcerer, a captain, a soldier, an assassin, all from different backgrounds, honored one man. You kneeled and began to cry, knowing that he had a wife and daughter, one of which would be waiting for him.

After the funeral, you sat at the edge of the lake outside the Stark's cabin. Peter sat down next to you and slid an arm around your waist.

"He didn't have to do that." You bit back tears and leaned into him.

He signed deeply. "I don't think he saw a choice."

You had learned that Gamora, was in fact not the one you knew, but the one that didn't know any of you. The last you'd heard is that she'd run off in a ship from the battlefield.

"I missed you, Peter. You have no idea." You sobbed.

He pulled you closer "I'm sorry you had to go through that, babe."

"I...I couldn't bring myself to move on. You better treat Rocket right, too. He's the only reason I'm still here."

"I'm really glad you didn't. And, were on good terms, trust me."

You chuckled, giving a small smile.

"There it is." Peter crooned, kissing your jaw softly. "Wanna go get Dairy Queen before we head back out there?"

"Hell yeah!" You cheered.

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