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Tony: There are approximately 1 million words in the english language , but I could never string any of them together to explain how much I want to hit you with a chair.
Quill: ...
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Gamora(grinning at Quill, about Tony): What do you know...? You’re in love. The mighty tree has toppled! For years, I’ve been waiting for them to yell “timber!” over you...
Quill: You could be right.
Rocket(also grinning): You’re darn right she’s right. You love Stark and he can’t stand you!
Quill: How do I get him back?
Drax (also grinning): You don’t. You suffer and we watch!
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Universe: Starbound CW: None Words: 850 Context: For the 2022 Starbound Spring Prompt "Picnic".
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"Enticing. Have another diodia and coralcreep scone." Ironquill hands me a slice of savoury scone, slathered with feathercrown jam. "Why thank you," I say, accepting the slice and licking my fins as the sticky-sweet jam dribbles onto them.
The sun is glorious today, warm and luxuriant. A zephyr brings the heady scent of flowers and the burble of water from the fountain behind us. We've come up to the tropical garden on Level Five – Ironquill the Baker, with a packed basket of baked treats; Asua with her tea service; Suri the traveller with some very unique blends of tea and a tale (or five); and me, Mio, who arrived half an hour late and without the quiche I was supposed to bring. Ironquill, Suri and I are sitting in the shade of the red boba tree, a gingham cloth between us, while Asua is supine in the sunshine ("Floran don't burn", she said when I questioned if she ought be under the shade). "Another cup of apple and jungle-bush tea, dear?" Suri asks, tucking a stray skein of slate-blue hair behind an ear. Her hair's been freed today from its usual practical bun and hangs in a wave down her back – though, I note, she hasn't quite been able to forgo her standard practical shirt and chinos. "Please," I say. The scone is delicious but claggy, and another cup would wash it down nicely. "Asua?" Suri asks as she fills my cup. The grass around the floran undulates, and a burgundy and green head pops up. "Yes," she says, drawing out the sibilants. Suri raises an eyebrow. Asua rolls her eyes. "Please." Suri flashes a grin at me. "We'll tame the savages yet," she jokes, filling Asura's cup. Asua and I exchange a glance; I shake my head, she shrugs and reaches for her tea. "Content. This was a fine plan, Mio," Ironquill says, as he relaxes back against the tree, a strip of toxi-bolt candy – marshmallow boltbulb and candied toxitop – in his hand. I glance up from my tea, tilting my head. "This isn't my party." I nictate, waving at Suri. "I was off-world, arranging a trade deal with a novakid settlement I ran across, when I got a message from Suri demanding I come home, I'd been gone too long and needed a break." Suri puts down the teapot. "While that's not incorrect, I didn't send that message." Ironquill sits forward, the three of us staring at each other.
The vigorous rustling of leaves has us turning to where Asua shakes with mirth. She spots us watching, and her face cracks open, dewdrops creased in the corners of her eyes as she howls with laughter. "Asua got you good," she cackles. "Gots you very good." I press a fin to my nasal ridge. Suri looks incensed. Ironquill… Well, it's tough to know what a glitch is thinking. "That is not funny," Suri snaps. "You can't impersonate people like that!" "Unimpressed," says Ironquill. "Your intent may have been noble, but your execution was flawed. Asua's laughter dies off, as she looks between us. Her leaves wilt. "Asua's joke… not funny?" she asks in a small voice. "Oh sprout," I say, and open my arms. "Come here." Floran mature so fast, it's all too easy to forget that a fully-fledged adult doesn't necessarily have the benefit of experience or a wise Greenfinger to guide them. For a long moment, Asua fiddles with her wrists, eyeing the others warily, before scuttling over to cuddle into me. "Asua did bad?" I hawed. "Asua did mixed." I settled her in closer to me. "Sprout, we're gonna have a long chat about why impersonating people is bad later. But… I… may have needed a break-" Suri snorts. Ironquill grumbles. "-and you did get me to haul off that planet to do so. Thing is, Sprout," I lift Asua's chin so she's looking at me, "I would've done that even if the message was from you, and not Suri." Asua blinks and extracts herself from my arms. "Really?" "Really really." "Just…" She picks at her wrists again. "You're very important now. Lots of people depend on you." I tap her on the chest. "And I depend on you. I depend on all my friends. I'm not so important that I'm going to stop listening to you." I boop her nose. "Someone has to tell me when to stop." Asua smiles at me again and I relax back against the tree. "Wait," says Suri, "aren't you going to-" "Not now," I cut her off. "Let's enjoy the rest of the afternoon. I'll speak to Greenfinger Zelai about this later. Ironquill, are there any more of those spiced boneboo tartlets?" Asua returns to sunning herself. Ironquill, blinking, hands me a tartlet. Suri sighs. "This does remind me, a little, of a time I was investigating the ruins of a junk planet. This was many years ago, of course…" Above us, a zephyr jostles our tree, the leaves sighing along as Suri settles back into telling her tale. Birds twitter, the warm sun shines, and I feel I can finally breathe.
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Quill: [flirts with Tony]
Bucky: [staring at them silently]
Sam: You’re really quiet today, Barnes.
Bucky: [still staring] Nobody plans a murder out loud.
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Tony: Quill! You’re forcing me to be the voice of reason here, and it’s NOT a good look for me!
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Quill: Started talking to yourself, Stark?
Tony: Yes, it’s the only way I can be sure of an intelligent conversation around here.
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Tony: Quill! Thank you for introducing me to this new experience!
Quill: What experience is that?
Tony: Being pleased to see you.
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Quill: You know what? I have run this thing a thousand times. Every time I got caught, I fixed it. And in three years, I wasn't getting caught anymore. By the time I was paroled, it was running like clockwork. Perfectly. And you were there with me, every step of the way.
Tony: Oh, honey, is this a proposal?
Quill: Baby, I don't have a diamond yet.
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Bucky: [about Quill] All he wanted to do was get in your pants.
Tony: So? A lot of people want to.
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Quill: Would you believe I knocked him out with my charm?
Tony: You're not that charming.
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Quill: Anyone under 5'8 can't talk about fighting someone. What are you gonna do? Headbutt someone in the nipples?
Tony: Say goodbye to your kneecaps, asshole.
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Quill: Don’t correct me!
Tony: Don’t be wrong!
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Tony: You're like the sun to me.
Quill: Awww!
Tony: Because I can't stand looking at you.
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Quill: I wonder if I can say something useful?
Tony: I often wonder that too.
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Tony: Right now, I don’t know if I want to kiss you or shove you off a bridge.
Quill: Can I pick?
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Quill: Babe?
Tony: What?
Quill: Nothing I just wanted to call you babe.
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