Peter Quill, aka Star-Lord (80sreference) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2015-02-22 20:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !midnight channel, peter quill / star-lord (mcu) |
narrative: big boss battle
Who: Peter Quill, monster!ickle!Peter Quill, Jaina Solo, Anne Weaver, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Beth Greene, Abigail Brand, & Thor
When: Sunday, February 22nd 2015
Where: Cora's Apartment, 1204 in Peter's Dungeon
What: Personal growth, admitting feelings...
Rating: PG?
“No!” Peter shouted at himself, at the little boy he barely remembered, “Don’t kill her. Don’t.” He wasn’t anywhere near Jaina. He couldn’t do anything. It was a last ditch effort. Everyone there was… fantastic, but it was his fault any of them were there. “You’re not in love with her,” the little Peter said, nose red and runny. The lyrics in the background echoed him. “What do you care?” “No, I’m not in love with her,” Peter admitted, “I don’t have to be to want her to live.” “You’ve killed a lot of people, you killed your friends. I saw you.” “Those weren’t my friends,” Peter argued, “They were fakes. But Jaina is. She’s real, and she’s my friend, my teammate. I’d stop the real guardians from killing her if they tried too. She’s got more ethics than I ever have. She’s a real hero.” The little Peter’s grip slipped, but his anger lashed out in every other direction, ranting and raving. It settled on Thor. It should have been fine. Thor was Thor. Peter sang a good tune about himself, knew what his mom thought about his dad, but Thor really was a god or close enough to it. “You didn’t protect me,” little Peter accused him. “You say you protect Earth, your precious little Midgard, but you didn’t care about me.” “And what’s he, omniscient?” Peter cracked. Big mistake. His hands shot up, and he tried to edge in sideways. If he could get between big, blond, and beautiful and himself… well, the kid didn’t seem to have the hots on killing himself. “Oi, you little bully,” Peter shouted, “Thor’s protected earth more than I have. He’s more like Kevin Bacon than I am. Can you dance?” His aside was timed poorly, but he focused, “I look up to him, not down at him.” After that, it took him barely over a chorus to see nothing touched Thor and Jaina. It couldn’t just be they were good. What was Obi-Wan Kenobi if not good? And despite her leg, Anne was a hell of a shot. Peter would have rather listened to nineties music all day long than go through a self-confessional of some sort. But… it was dumb. It was ridiculous. Still, he had been willing to dance in the face of the destruction of a whole planet. It was the least he could do. “Obi-Wan Kenobi, looked up to him since I was a kid,” Peter shouted, “Bet he could have kicked Vader’s ass, but he sacrificed himself. Not something I’d do, not if I was thinking about it, but he did. He looked after Luke for twenty years, for no credit, and didn’t go bitter like he had every right to. Even helps strangers on the street. Really lives up to the hype. “Don’t know why Anne gave me a chance, when I came to SHIELD. Never been a company guy, but she took a chance, saw something maybe. She’s put more faith in me than anyone else, that I be a good person, that I can make a difference. If I’ve become anything of a hero, made any difference, it’s because of her. “Beth’s a complete sweetheart. Like a little sister, if I knew what that was like. I’m so proud of her, how far she’s come with her wings. I think my mom woulda liked her. Just from different worlds, but she’s family.” He looked at Abigail Brand and mouthed, “Don’t hold it against me.” “I know I’ve only talked with Abigail Brand once, but she gets music, really good music. It clicked. I mean, really clicked, not like a pick up line. I kept meaning to talk with her again, but I never saw her post on the network again,” Peter looked over at her, “I’m not in love with you. I’m not an idiot. Just…” He shrugged, “Felt I told you more about me than most women I have slept with.” That didn’t reflect too greatly on him. But who was he kidding? It wasn’t going to shock anyone’s socks off. Little Peter sat sullenly on the floor. He slid the tape player, same one as Peter had on his belt, out of the backpack, pulled the orange headphones over his ears and pressed play. The song started over, again, but this time the little boy sang along, “I’m not in love so don’t forget it. It’s just a silly phase I’m going through…” The man sank to the floor with a sigh. He hadn’t said a thing about which apartment they were in. If this were the tower, Potts Tower. But he knew, and if they were still there, if spilling the beans on how he felt had protected everyone else… Well, Peter knew why Cora wasn’t there. Shale was more important, and Shale wasn’t the only one. “It doesn’t matter how I feel about Cora,” Peter weakly demanded. It didn’t convince him, and he doubted it convinced anyone else. “She’s in love with someone else, and I’m happy for her, I am. I even hope he comes here, so they can be together, so she can be really happy. He’s the one that’d make her over the moon, not me. And I want that for her, even with someone else. Especially someone she loves back. Are you happy? I love her, I’m in love with her. I want her to live to get old and wrinkly, have half-elf kids if she wants, and get a better fate than dying in battle while she’s still… young.” “I just want everyone I love to be happy,” he said more generally. If they were fine, he was fine. He didn’t need any more than that. |