Peter leaned forward and groaned into Darcy's neck, mentally counting to ten and then twenty before looking up, glaring daggers at Drax.
"Goddamnit, Drax, go away. Seriously. You're interrupting and being annoying." He paused for a moment. "Wait, when did we get nachos?" It'd been a while since he'd gone to the grocery store, and Drax was still banned from the local bodego.