|Peter Quill is a Star-Lord. (thehoffs_twin) wrote in avengers_logs,|
@ 2018-08-17 15:22:00
|Entry tags:||-complete, hope van dyne, peter quill, scott lang|
Who: Peter, Scott, Hope
What:Finding a space jump
Wednesday was an obvious write off. After the highs and lows and having to tackle Drax’s disgusting body to get his Zune back, Peter had decided to do nothing more than lay in bed and be depressed.
Thursday, on the other hand, he woke up in a ridiculously cheerful mood. Somehow, during his sleep to now, he had come up with a plan. He could do this. He knew what a jump looked like, and he could in theory chart it out.
Plus, the labs were full of smart people and he knew where those were. Dr. Foster was the obvious choice, but she hated him. Peter could tell, and to be honest, she wasn’t his favourite person either. Too stuck-up. Wandering down the SI labs, he peered around, seeing if he recognized anyone or a name when he saw a familiar face. Steven? No, Scott -- That was his name. Picking up the pace he called out. “Scott! Hey, buddy! You’re smart, right? With like ..physics and engineering and ….things? I have a question for you or your girlfriend. She’s smart too, I think I remember you saying that.”
Peter had no qualms in admitting people were much smarter than he. After all -- he’d been homeschooled by space pirates. He was surprised he even knew how to read considering no one bothered to teach him. It was only through paying attention that he even know how to do anything.
Scott was in the middle of wiring one of many circuits that they needed for the quantum tunnel. He was very detail oriented, worked fast, and could (surprisingly while working) divide his focus into one central objective. Only when he heard his name being echoed through the halls of the lab did he lift his head. The second time.
It definitely wasn’t Hope, Stark, or Strange. But it did seem familiar….
Putting down his Thread Pitch and Circuit Testers, the Ant Man stood to his feet, slowly lifting back the protective eye glasses as he looked for the source from the hall, moving around the workstation to find Peter Quill. The space guy who was very full of himself but had the very friendly and polite space girlfriend.
“Oh, hey Peter.” Scott reached out to shake his hand in greeting. “Um, hang on one sec?” He turned around to call out for Hope. If Peter was lucky, she wasn’t working on any destination routes or theorems for her mother’s location. “Hey Hope! Peter Quill is here, he has some questions for us..needs help with..” He trailed off and looked back up at Peter, who had left that part out.
What the hell? Hope glanced up from where she was studying quantum particles and their wave functions - just with two (she’d named them quANTum 1 and quANTum 2, ANT 1 and ANT 2, even if they weren’t actual ants but apparently she’d been hanging around Scott too long, who actually did name ants); it was all for the purposes of gaining more insight on how quantum entanglement worked, how wave functions collapsed into a single state and...
Well, apparently there was someone named Peter in the lab now, so she’d shift her focus.
“Hi,” she approached, coming up to stand beside Scott - she wore her hair in a ponytail and simple clothes, just a hoodie and jeans since today there weren’t any meetings. Just her hunkering down in the lab at Stark Industries, attempting to finish this Very Big Project before doomsday. The usual. “I’m Hope. What can we do for you, exactly?”
No clue who this guy was, besides hearing randomly from Scott one day that they’d met. Oh, but wait, didn’t he know Drax? Huh. Small galaxy.
Peter kind of hemmed and hawed. As usual, he had a half idea and went off to find an answer without actually thinking about it. And now that he was in a lab with equipment that didn't understand, it hit him. "I really have no idea how you can help me," he admitted. "I have a problem with wormholes so I guess that Dr. Foster chick is the best to talk to but she definitely dislikes me, which I don't blame her since I'm way more awesome than most people can handle." this man's ego could never be squashed. "But here's my issue: I need to find a way to jump between planes to get to a different galaxy. I have the faster than light drive, I have all the equipment needed but I don't know how to restart a closed jump."
Scott could only cringe internally as Peter announced his mental dialogue about how “awesome” he was. He could save face, but Hope? He glanced to her from the corner of his eyes but briefly before looking back to Peter. It was pretty obvious why Jane didn’t care for him. Scott was used to just going along with people and didn’t ride too much--unless you were just abruptly an asshole.
It seemed Peter just had a little mouth diarrhea. In a way Lang could relate.
“Well, we don’t specifically work on space travel, but, if you show me the equipment I can do my best to evaluate what needs to go where.” He looked to Hope, motioning to his better half with a gentle squeeze to her shoulder. It was meant to be both loving and a silent ‘please be nice’. “Hope’s the one who can handle the schematics about jumping and moving faster than light. I’m still learning Quantum basics.”
Wormholes? Not usually Hope’s area - but since they were clearly the runner up option, with Jane likely telling space cowboy to go sit on a cactus and rotate, well. She’d do her best to fill in. Maybe she also would have told space cowboy to sit on a cactus and rotate - Hope was a busy lady, she had things to do - but Scott wanted to help and he was encouraging her to not simply stand there as an immovable ice sculpture with a case of resting bitch face. So she would oblige.
“Right, yeah - “ She turned to head further into the quantum physics hotspot of a lab, but first returned the shoulder squeeze on Scott - or actually, it was his lower back, an affectionate touch. Fine, she’d be nice. “Let’s see...”
Pausing by a dry erase board, she drew a few equations to get herself started and focused on the task. “Puthoff’s theory on zero-point fluctuation...” she muttered, still drawing. It looked like Greek, seriously, β=0.1, Δω=ωc and Δt =1.0, but she’d attempt to translate to English.
“Long story short, you’d need a lot of force to induce what’s basically a violent acceleration.”
Force and acceleration. He vaguely understood that concept.
Violent. He definitely understood that one.
Completely ignoring the fact that he rudely interrupted them, and now was in his own world, he stood in front of the equations and nodded, as if he understood them. Ironically, it really was all Greek to him, no matter what the language. "Right, right," he muttered, rubbing at his chin. Eventually he decided he'd pretended enough.
"So what you're basically saying is an explosion is what I need? Cause I can do explosions. How big we talking about?" He could count at least five half finished bombs littering the kitchen, and another three strewn through the living room with 'will seriously fuck you up' or 'do not touch, groot!' written on them in Rocket's scrawl.
Scott blinked a few times as he tried to formulate why Peter got explosion from force. Maybe that’s just how they did it in space? He looked at Hope, then back to Peter. “If you explode your faster than light drive...you won’t be able to jump. You need the right amount of force to restart the jump. Like..” He could do this. Peter was from the 80’s. “In Back to the Future? They needed the lightning bolt to emit 1.21 gigawatts into the delorean to send Marty back to his own time. Only, we won’t use the lightning bolt.”
He glanced back at Hope, trying to make sure he’d done the right analogy for the science interpretation that was going on. “If you give me the device, and Hope gives me the right equations we can make something to jump it.” Like a car, right? A spaceship, faster than light device was just..like a car.
“The lightning bolt is a good way to put it,” Hope agreed - yeah, she wasn’t exactly thinking explosion either but when in doubt? Blow it up, she guessed. Men, such amusing creatures they were. “Except like Scott said, you don’t want to blow anything to smithereens - I don’t know what exactly what your spaceship is like, but if it’s your transportation vessel you’ll need it to get back here.”
She could tell Peter really wanted to blow something up though. There had to be a happy medium somewhere, right? “Here - “ Capping a vial, she offered it up. “Take the Pym Particles. They expand the space between atoms - if you build them into your equipment, they should add the push you need for that bit of force and acceleration.”
Peter had no idea what a Pym particle was, but the minute he got the idea of an explosion in mind, he knew that's what he wanted to do.
Hanging out with Rocket was rubbing off on him, dammit.
"Cool! You guys ROCK!". He grinned widely and nodded. "Super cool. Remind me to take you up to space sometimes, you'll love it up there! Ever had zero-g sex? Amazing!"
Clutching the particles, he gave a weird salute. "Peace out guys!" why bother asking any other information? That would be the smart way to go. Instead, he was already off, making plans in his head for the trip he'd be taking later on.
He sure missed those stars.