Getting tagged by some of the local wildlife isn't that bad, usually. Peter's run into more animals in space, cute and with too many fangs and limbs, way more often than he can count. So when one of them lunges and bites and actually gets its dripping teeth through his leather sleeve and into the meaty part of his arm, Peter winces and shrugs it off. Wouldn't be the first time a critter tried out how Terran tasted. Figures he can get it patched up when they get back to civilization.
So yeah, that totally doesn't happen.
What happens is he collapses on the Milano, coughing up dark blood all over the floor and the shirt he'd just threw in the laundry, and the last solid thing he remembers is Drax picking him up by his armpits. Remembers seeing his boots dragging as he's carried to the cot and he's still drooling blood down his chest. Arm throbs like it's burning up from the inside out. After that it's a bunch of impressionistic blurs, lights too bright, body too hot. Smears of faces looking down at him.
Peter comes back from the dead to find he can apparently teleport.
He wakes up not in his ship and not in space; not anywhere near civilized space because when he rolls out of bed, head pounding, he can see through the cracks in the boarded up window: this looks a lot like Earth if he isn't mistaken. Smells like it, except for the low buzz of something in the distance. He'll find out that's millions of groaning corpses, stumbling around, taking way too long to rot away and that sound gets very old very fast.
Peter volunteers to take on the shitty job of Scout/Acquisitions. He can take a look at the supply situation himself and get a feel for the lay of the land and that's great up until he finds out he's getting paired up with someone. Great. Someone he'll gave to worry about and hope they know when to screw playing hero and run.
Now he waits next to what used to be a Del Taco. It's been remodeled into a base of operations complete with supply grates, ammo dumps and what food rations they got for the week. Drive through's caved in, now used as a ramp to get to the roof. Peter can be found leaning up against a crate with his hip, arms crossed over his chest, and he looks up as he spots his partner.
"Guess we're best friends," he says, and the tired grin doesn't quite reach his eyes. "At least for today."
[Network]
Looking for shooting lessons. I got experience but it isn't with anything like what I'm seeing here.
Also if you see a big gray guy, a green woman, a cute bug, a raccoon and a tree, hit me up.
Peter Quill | Guardians of the Galaxy
Getting tagged by some of the local wildlife isn't that bad, usually. Peter's run into more animals in space, cute and with too many fangs and limbs, way more often than he can count. So when one of them lunges and bites and actually gets its dripping teeth through his leather sleeve and into the meaty part of his arm, Peter winces and shrugs it off. Wouldn't be the first time a critter tried out how Terran tasted. Figures he can get it patched up when they get back to civilization.
So yeah, that totally doesn't happen.
What happens is he collapses on the Milano, coughing up dark blood all over the floor and the shirt he'd just threw in the laundry, and the last solid thing he remembers is Drax picking him up by his armpits. Remembers seeing his boots dragging as he's carried to the cot and he's still drooling blood down his chest. Arm throbs like it's burning up from the inside out. After that it's a bunch of impressionistic blurs, lights too bright, body too hot. Smears of faces looking down at him.
Peter comes back from the dead to find he can apparently teleport.
He wakes up not in his ship and not in space; not anywhere near civilized space because when he rolls out of bed, head pounding, he can see through the cracks in the boarded up window: this looks a lot like Earth if he isn't mistaken. Smells like it, except for the low buzz of something in the distance. He'll find out that's millions of groaning corpses, stumbling around, taking way too long to rot away and that sound gets very old very fast.
Peter volunteers to take on the shitty job of Scout/Acquisitions. He can take a look at the supply situation himself and get a feel for the lay of the land and that's great up until he finds out he's getting paired up with someone. Great. Someone he'll gave to worry about and hope they know when to screw playing hero and run.
Now he waits next to what used to be a Del Taco. It's been remodeled into a base of operations complete with supply grates, ammo dumps and what food rations they got for the week. Drive through's caved in, now used as a ramp to get to the roof. Peter can be found leaning up against a crate with his hip, arms crossed over his chest, and he looks up as he spots his partner.
"Guess we're best friends," he says, and the tired grin doesn't quite reach his eyes. "At least for today."
[Network]
Looking for shooting lessons. I got experience but it isn't with anything like what I'm seeing here.
Also if you see a big gray guy, a green woman, a cute bug, a raccoon and a tree, hit me up.