Leonard Snart is Captain Cold (throwouttheplan) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-07-11 21:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, leonard snart (captain cold), peter quill (star-lord) |
Who: Leonard Snart and Peter Quill
When: Recent
What: Ex cons reuniting
Where: Bar
Ratings/Warnings: Pretty low! Some language
Status: Complete
It had been a long day of cleaning toilets for Leonard. He hated that this was how he had to spend his days. But it kept his parole officer off his back, and more importantly - it was better than being in prison. Still, the work was demeaning and exhausting. Snart needed to shake it off with a drink.
Walking into the first bar he saw, he made his way over to an empty stool when he spotted someone familiar. Someone he hadn’t exactly expected to see again. “Shit,” Snart said a small grin forming on his face. “Quill?”
It had also been a long day for Peter, but only because he had just woken up. Working for Michael meant that he could work at any time he wanted because reasons. It was great -- he slept all day, went and puttered around for a few hours, got materials, did his thing. A project that could have taken him less than a month had spread out, only because Tony’s projects came first.
Peter was actually doing pretty well for himself, although he’d never tell Yondu that. He didn’t need the older man asking for more money for rent...or kicking him out. It was with a pleasant smile on his face and a whistle to his breath that he sat down only to hear his name.
“Holy shit that sounds familiar…” Peter turned and grinned widely at his old cell mate. “Motherfuckin’ Snart! What the fuck, guy! You got out!” With little hesitation, he gave his friend a big hug, clasping a hand smartly on the back. “When did that happen?”
Snart wasn’t exactly the hugging type. He awkwardly gave Peter a pat on the back before pulling away. Though it was nice that Peter actually seemed happy to see him. He couldn’t say he had that feeling in awhile. But when you share a cell with a guy for over a year you tended to get close.
“Over a month ago,” Leonard replied a small smirk on his face. “About fucking time if you ask me. How’s life been on the outside?” Of course he was aware Peter had gotten out quite a few months ago. He had sort of missed the other guy’s presence.
“Not too shabby,” Peter responded. He motioned to the bartender and sat down on the stool next to Snart. “Shit man, the last time I saw you was in there… sorry I couldn’t give you any contact info, I didn’t even know where I was going. I ended up going to my mom’s old friend’s place, Yondu -- I think I told you about him, right? Anyways, he let me stay with him and it really helped me get back on my feet. I’ve started doing some odd jobs here in the OC, and have kind of moved up to doing my own small reno business. Registered and everything.” Peter was oddly proud of his success -- the first time in his life that he was able to do things completely on the up and up.
When the bartender appeared, Peter ordered himself a Bud and turned to Snart. “Whatever you want, it’s on me.”
Snart listened as Peter told him his life story since he got out. He did remember the guy liked to talk a lot. Snart wasn’t much of a talker himself, which was probably why they got along. Peter talked and Snart listened. It worked. Especially when they shared a cell together for so long.
“Good for you” Snart finally replied when Peter stopped to take a breath. “Sounds like you’ve really figured things out.” While Snart still had no idea what he was doing. Pleasing his PO and trying to get back to the life he had once lived. It wasn’t exactly as easy as it sounded.
“I can pay for my own drink you know,” Leonard told Peter before ordering himself a beer. He did have his pride, which was why he made the statement. But he also wasn’t about to turn down a free drink from an old friend. “But if you insist.”
“Yeah, I do,” Peter responded happily. When their drinks came, he lifted his beer and gave the ‘cheers’ motion. “Man. You have no idea how glad I am that I bumped into you. I was actually just thinking about you the other day but I didn’t know how to get a hold of you … what have you been up to? Who’s your PO? Mine’s some guy named Stuart, don’t know much else about him but he’s a tool like they all are….except he lets me get away with smoking pot so I guess I can’t really hate on the guy that much.”
It probably helped that his crime had nothing to do with drugs and it wasn’t anything stronger. Plus, Peter was pretty sure the guy was an old hippy anyways.
“Fill me in. When’d you get out?”
Snart lifted his own beer in response before taking a long swallow. Again he listened as Peter rambled on. Snart was never a big pot guy himself, but man he wished his PO let him get away with shit. “Mine’s Davis. He doesn’t let me get away with anything,” he replied with an annoyed sigh. It beat being back in prison, but he sure as hell missed the life he had before. He’d get it back. One day. He’d just have to be slicker about it this time.
“About two months ago,” Snart said with another sip of his beer. “Feels good,” to be out that was. “Sounds like you’ve really got shit figured out.”
“Only because of Yondu,” Peter said honestly. There was a time that that sentence would have stuck in his throat, but things had gotten better between them, and he could at least say as much. “The old man put himself out there, made it clear that this was probably the last fucking time and I have zero -- I mean ZERO -- desire to get back to jail.”
He took a sip before suddenly stopping and turning towards his friend. “Hey! You have skills, right? Like how to build shit, or at least paint? I could hire you if you want. Not that I’m a BOSS or anything, but just to give you something extra if you’d like? We gotta stick together, man, now that I know you’re out.” There was no way Peter would let a friend of his struggle, not when he was actually doing okay.
Snart was right there with Peter. He had no desire to go back to prison. He wanted to stay far away from that place. But he also didn’t have anyone looking out for him. Plus despite his desire to stay out of prison, he didn’t exactly want to give up his old life either. He would just have to be sneakier about it this time.
Snart had just taken another sip of his beer when he heard Peter’s suggestion. He swallowed before raising a brow at the man. Building shit sounded a hell of a lot better than cleaning shit. And he had a feeling the job would still please his PO. “Yeah,” Snart finally replied. “I know how to paint.” He left it at that. He wasn’t the type to get overly excited… or excited at all really. But the small smile on his face showed he was pleased with the idea.
“Sweet! I have a deck that I just finished up that I wanted to stain and sand and all that crap. It’s ready to go.” Pulling out his phone, he motioned his chin towards Snart. “What’s your digits? Or hey, you just put it in.” He handed the phone to his friend and took a long, satisfying plug at his drink. “I just can’t believe this. This is awesome.” He smiled again.
“So really, you haven’t done anything else? I’m working out, chasing tail, got my work...all that shit. I’m actually pretty busy…” He said the last sentence in an almost surprise. He was busy. He had places to go, people to see, girls to sleep with … and it was a damn good life.
Weird.
Snart entered his number into Peter’s phone listening as Peter told him about the job. “I could probably finish off a deck.” He hadn’t done a ton of handiwork in the past but he knew the basics. His life had always been more about being a thief though. Just like his dad, but better.
“I’m afraid I can’t tell you much else of what I’ve been up to.” Because some of it wasn’t entirely legal. But also he wasn’t much of a sharer. Even with the guy he had shared a cell with for over a year. “But good on you. Sounds like you really got your shit together.”
Peter wasn’t offended. He hoped it was good stuff but at the end of the day, who the fuck was he to judge?
“Well, I’ll give you a call and hey, drink up! This is exciting!” Peter’s mood had brightened up.
He lifted his drink up and smiled. “To never going back in!”
It was good if you asked Snart. Maybe not so good for Peter who had gotten his life back on track and on the up and up. But he’d leave that for another time. Tonight was just about catching up and apparently a new job. All of which he wasn’t expecting when he first walked into the bar.
“To never going back,” he echoed holding up his drink to Peter’s before downing the rest of his beer.