Peter Quill (the_starlord) wrote in fortitudeic, @ 2016-02-27 19:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, peter quill, steve rogers |
Who: Peter and Steve
What: Peter doesn't know if he's meeting good or evil Steve
When: Saturday
Where: Outside of camp
Warning: None but I'll update if it changes
Status: In progress
As soon as he was back home, and he was totally going to make it back home because this krutaking universe could suck it, Peter was going to have Rocket put a music player in his helmet. Was it practical? No, but Peter didn’t really care. He wanted to be able to listen to music while wearing his helmet, it would certainly come in handy now when he was literally walking towards nothing. It wasn’t like music would put him in a worse position, his ribs had finally healed after a nasty encounter with a couple of giant spiders. Eugh. Like spiders weren’t bad enough when they were small, this place had to go and jumbo size them.
Peter shuddered at the memory of those giant, hairy legs and tightened his hold on his elemental gun. He didn’t want to deal with those things again but he could, it wasn’t the worst thing this world had to offer or the worst he’d seen. What was far worse was the lack of people. No matter how far or long he traveled, Peter hadn’t seen a single face that didn’t belong to some sort of monster. He had no idea if he’d been transported to the ass end of the world that had been abandoned or if the entire planet was like this, devoid of friendly life. The former would obviously be much more preferable but as the days had passed on by, Peter’s doubt started to grow. Aside from the monsters, Peter had only ever seen destroyed and/or abandoned buildings, which hadn’t boded well for the hope that there were survivors somewhere.
Speaking of, while Peter mindlessly walked forward his helmet suddenly picked up on a large heat signature not too far ahead. Peter’s eyes focused on it and his eyebrows rose when he noticed that the shape was humanoid in nature and alone. It didn’t look like the infected things that almost passed for human. The corner of his mouth ticked up with a small grin and he made a beeline for it. It was the first and only sign that he’d had in however long that he wasn’t in fact the only person around.
His footsteps were swift as he rushed towards the other person but before he was in sight, Peter noticed the gleam of a very familiar shield. His feet skid to a stop right in front of an abandoned hummer, giving him some cover. He’d worked with Steve before in his universe, Cap wasn’t a bad person to have in his corner but it wasn’t the only Steve he’d met. Back in Cancerverse he’d met another Steve. One that had been deadset on killing him and would have succeeded if he’d actually been able to die in that hellhole.
Peter was inclined to give Cap the benefit of the doubt but after all the time he’d spent in this world, he wasn’t sure that would be the wisest move. He could actually die in this world and decapitation via shield wasn’t an appealing thought. It would be a cool death but so not worth it. Peter ducked down and tried to look through the dirty car windows to no avail, the tinted glass combined with the grime barely let him see Steve’s outline nevermind any more detail than that. He moved around to get a better look but the odds seemed against him as he accidently kicked a rock that loudly clanged against the filthy metal tire rim. Son of a bitch.
Peter only just turned to find himself face to face with Captain America and his shield. Just as quickly Peter drew his gun and pointed it square at Steve’s chest, his body posture making it clear that he was more than willing to pull the trigger which he did a second later. His gun was set on whirlwind and it immediately let out a forceful blast of wind strong enough to knock over a car.