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scott. ([info]iburgle) wrote in [info]avengers_logs,
@ 2019-05-30 20:42:00

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Entry tags:-complete, peter quill, scott lang

Who: Scott Lang and Peter Quill
What: Quill's new superhero name is Land-Lord
When: Over the weapons plot weekend, maybe?
Rating/Warnings: Green



Scott liked to consider himself a decent cook: two years under house arrest had given him plenty of time to expand his culinary repertoire beyond frozen chicken nuggets and stovetop macaroni and cheese. He took a lot of pride in being able to feed a ten year old something healthy and delicious (although he suspected that Cassie was being extremely generous with those “yum”s and “so good”s, at least at first), and eventually in being able to make a meal his family could sit down and eat together. Which was great when his family was.. well, together. Not so much when he was home alone. He had much less pride in being able to feed himself.

But that was what Postmates was for, right?

That was what he’d thought he was opening the door for when someone had knocked. The guy on the other side looked familiar - definitely not in a I’ve delivered burgers to you before way, though. “Oh. Hey?” Still, wouldn’t hurt to check. “You’re not delivering me food right now, are you?”


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[info]thehoffs_twin
2019-05-31 05:09 pm UTC (link)
Peter really hated his job today.

Okay. Not really hated. More annoyed that he had to actually do something. Actually, that wasn't even right either, since by the time he arrived at Hope's apartment, he was just meh about it all.

It was apparently Peter's responsibility to do the yearly apartment checks, and he couldn't believe that he had a binder full of official papers just to check off that the light bulbs worked, or that the fire extinguisher was still valid. There was even a note regarding the stove. Peter argued that there should be someone to do this, which Tony had pointed out that Peter was that someone.

Whatever.

When he knocked the door, he stretched his neck from side to side. Scott's face surprised him because he thought the guy had gone and it was just Hope. And then when Scott asked if he was the delivery guy, Peter realized this was a new Scott.

"Nope, sorry, if I'd known though, I could have totally brought some tacos or something." He lifted up a porfolio, embossed with Stark Industries' logo. "Landlord check. Make sure you're not growing drugs or selling Filipino hookers, or kidnapping babies. Oh, and make sure you have lightbulbs. Did you get the notice?"

Did Peter drop off the notice? He couldn't remember.

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[info]iburgle
2019-05-31 10:08 pm UTC (link)
Had he gotten the notice? Scott wasn’t sure he’d been here long enough to warrant any mail being addressed to him, but he also hadn’t bothered to check. There was a box somewhere with his name on it by now, no doubt - the adult thing to do would be to go find it when they were done with this run-through. Well, the actual adult thing to do would have been to look for it a week ago, but now it would have to be something Scott chalked up to “better late than never.” And when he found the notice in it - which he was sure would happen, given his overall luck - all he’d be able to say was great, good to know.

“Oh. No. But that doesn’t mean anything, I haven’t checked the mail since I got here.” It was equally likely that Hope had received something and it had just gotten lost in the shuffle of her mission preparation. Either way, he wouldn’t prevent the guy from doing his job. Scott stepped aside and opened the door fully to allow the other man in. “Which sucks, ‘cause now I’m gonna have to get rid of all my drugs and hookers. You can have some of my fries when they get here, though--if the hookers don’t get to them first, I mean.”

Scott moved away from the door, letting it drift closed behind him. “It’s Peter, right? You want something to drink, or do you want to just bang this out?" A pause. "The.. inspection.”

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[info]thehoffs_twin
2019-05-31 10:32 pm UTC (link)
Oh, there were so many jokes Peter could say back to 'banging this out' but he wouldn't. He was a professional. He was. He could hold back.

Nope.

"Only if there's lube involved," he said grinning. "Who wants splinters on their dick, am I right?"

Yeah, that was lame, but Peter didn't care. Stepping in, he opened up the important looking portfolio and pulled out a paper. It was really a checklist of boring stuff, and he handed it to Scott. "How about we make this super easy? Read this, and tell me if there's any problems. If not, we say we're done, life is good, and we get a beer."

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[info]iburgle
2019-06-01 01:45 am UTC (link)
Scott's brows furrowed as he angled his head toward Peter, and the expression that settled on his face was equal parts bewildered and amused. And there was a part of Scott - the adult part - that said he should just leave it at that. Let the guy do his landlording in peace. But the adult part of him also should have been checking his mail, so he was 0 for 2 in Adulting today. “Wait--splinters? Are you having sex with the apartment in this scenario?” There was a smirk tugging at his mouth, at least, in the hopes that Peter would know he was just being a smartass.

Because calling Hope while she was on a mission to let her know he'd accidentally gotten them evicted seemed like a bad idea.

He took the paper, smirk lingering in an absent-minded sort of way while he looked it over. “Yeah, no, no problems with anything that I've seen. And the one down the hall that's supposed to be mine--I haven't even been there, so you can check that one off too, probably.” Scott opened his fridge and retrieved two bottles of beer, sliding one over to his visitor. “Job well done, man.”

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[info]thehoffs_twin
2019-06-07 02:58 am UTC (link)
Peter happily accepted the beer bottle and clinked it against Scott's. The checklist was forgotten instantly.

"Thanks, man."

He took a sip and tilted the bottle towards Scott. "And nah, sex with an apartment would be rough. Especially here." He pounded a wall with his fist. "There'd be drywall or some metal... nah. And," he added, "who does that?"

Peter looked around the apartment. "It's a nice place. I stayed in this building when I first got here, with my whole crew. It got pretty cramped, but I can see how it'd be perfect for two people."

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[info]iburgle
2019-06-09 02:08 am UTC (link)
A mock-thoughtful expression accompanied Peter’s breakdown of the pitfalls of apartment relations before he sipped at his beer, answering the other man’s (probably rhetorical) question with a shrug of his shoulders. Apartment-philes hadn’t been a phenomenon he’d run into before, but he’d also time traveled and was technically a copy of himself in an alternate universe. Stranger things had happened.

“Yeah, it’s great. More than enough room for two. Can’t imagine how you guys managed--well, I guess Rocket’s pretty small.” But that didn’t account for the rest. Scott didn’t know how many Guardians there were, officially; it wasn’t “can fit comfortably in a two bedroom apartment” numbers, that was for sure. Hopefully they’d found somewhere that could accommodate them all - or that this universe hadn’t swallowed them back up. Peter’s past-tense made him hesitant to ask.

Luckily, a knock at the door spared him from having to. “Oop, hold on.” He crossed the kitchen and approached the door, greeting the delivery guy and thanking him as he took custody of his food. When he returned to the counter, he laid out the fries he’d said he’d share - a man was only as good as his word, right?

“So you work for Stark too, huh? Is there a scholarship I should be applying for, or.. ?”

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[info]thehoffs_twin
2019-06-11 10:43 pm UTC (link)
Fries were the single most perfect food ever created.

After pizza.

And Chinese.

Wait, there was a lot of food Peter loved, but fries were definitely up there. He snagged one and chewed thoughtfully. "You know, now that you mention it, a lot of us have worked for Stark. Me, past Darcy, current mini Peter, Gamora, both ones...or all three...those two docs, past you for a while ...and current Hope? Because I don't think she's a past one." Peter really had no idea. He hadn't talked to her much in any case.

"So I guess what I'm trying to say is, we all work for Stark because none of us had to apply and no interviews were prepared for. " Peter grinned and shrugged. "Which is really how I got the job. It's not like space pirate has a lot of transferable skills, if you know what I mean."

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[info]iburgle
2019-06-12 02:52 am UTC (link)
While some of those names weren’t all that familiar, Scott got the point: Tony was the wealthy benefactor behind these inter-dimensional refugee programs, and if he wanted a job, there was probably room on the payroll for one more. Which was good, because, like “space pirate,” “ex-convict” was probably a hard line for a lot of employers. It had been for Baskin-Robbins, anyway.

“I hear you.” Scott busied himself with unpacking the rest of his takeout. “I took a resume building class in prison--you can make anything a transferable skill if you throw some action words in and make it vague enough.” He took a sip of his beer, considering. “‘Coordinated the redistribution of resources.. ’” a pause as he conjured up the rest, “‘both internally and with third party vendors.’” The former thief raised both of his eyebrows, angling the bottle in Peter’s direction. “In other words: I stole shit and sold it to people.”

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[info]thehoffs_twin
2019-06-12 04:32 pm UTC (link)
Peter snorted. "I like that! I could use that skill on my resume." If he even had one, which was debatable. "I too used to steal shit and sell it to people. Sometimes the same people. I guess I was negotiating acquisitions and mergers during that time. Who knew?"

He took a drink of his beer and nodded approvingly.

"Yeah, it's good to be back on Terra, learning all this crap, but at the same time, frick, I miss space. I don't get out there enough. I mean, I could, my ship's fixed and all, and I can pilot it myself....I had a smaller one, but Rocket, Groot and Mantis took it out and they're patrolling space. Drax and me, we decided to stay behind ...so in another round about way, we could probably move here but we like our big place. I've never lived in such a big place. I have like four closets."

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[info]iburgle
2019-06-13 02:36 am UTC (link)
“Nothing wrong with wanting room to spread out,” Scott mused, tucking into his burger. A glob of ketchup dribbled out the other end, but he was quick to mop it up with a few fries. “And I bet they’ll want a familiar place to stay when they visit. Or if another version of them comes along--who knows with this universe, right?” The last few weeks had seemed pretty stable, but the casual way Peter had rattled off the different versions of people that had worked for Tony had reminded him just how unstable it could be.

He took a long, pensive pull on his beer. “Anything stopping you from taking a joyride? Or did you mean getting out there like.. back into the pirate game?”

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[info]thehoffs_twin
2019-06-14 07:16 pm UTC (link)
"I go out." And Peter did. He enjoyed his downtime in his ship, checking out the galaxy. What he didn't really do anymore was go into deep space...and he wasn't sure why.

It'd been so long since he was by himself, with no crew, nothing that he was a little wary of doing it. And sure, he could probably invite people from Earth but would they really understand what it was like?

"But not to pirate," he added quickly. "I dunno, since being a Guardian, I've had like a change He quirked his lips. "I'm more into the whole 'help people if they can pay' side of grey.instead of the 'screw everyone over' side of black."

He finished his beer and looked at Scott. "Anytime you wanna go up, let me know. I like to go and sit by the Moon. Sometimes, I try to fuck with the rovers but that's boring now that the one on Mars stopped working."

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[info]iburgle
2019-06-15 12:13 am UTC (link)
Scott certainly wouldn’t understand what it was like, although his time in the quantum realm might make him more qualified than most. “Yeah, I hear you. Family changes you, man.” At least, he assumed Peter considered his crew family - it seemed strange that they’d all choose to squeeze into a two bedroom apartment otherwise. “I went straight after my kid was born. Mostly.” The whole Vistacorp business had been more a Bad Choice for a Good Reason, Scott’s trademark.

The offer to go to space, casual as it was, had Scott’s eyebrows shooting into his hairline. He nearly choked on the sip of beer he’d been taking, though he managed to recover with only a little bit of dribbling. “Oh, yeah, okay. Cool.” He wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand. It probably shouldn’t have been so exciting a prospect, considering all he’d been through, but space. The final frontier. He could just chill out by the moon, no big deal. “Yeah. The moon. That’d be cool. Thanks.”

He’d probably owe Quill another beer after that.

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