A man falls from the sky.
Honestly, weirder things have happened, but the point remains that a man falls from the sky â and that man is Peter Quill. Missing for some time, presumed dead by his teammates, friends, and loved ones, and now here. In the flesh.
Smashed onto the ground, face flarking first, and his whole body aching, like heâs been run over by his own krutacking ship or something. Heâs taken good care of it, hasnât he? And this is the flarking thanks he gets?
Frowning, grimacing, Peter balls both hands into fists around his element guns and pulls himself up. Itâs a slow process, more painful than anything heâs feeling anywhere in his body, actually â and after what seems like an eternity, he manages it. (Not that heâs the best judge of time; things in his head are really fuzzy right now. Thereâs this image in his mindâs eye of some guy in a white beard and a robe, asking him the same question: Do you feel the basis for your life is wrong?âŚ.)
Anyway. Heâs got more important things to focus on. Blinking at his surroundings, he mutters to the guns, âCharge?â
Only to get the most unhelpful cool, automated reply in history: âUnknown. Parameter error.â
He pulls the trigger on one of them then â only to test it, just to make a rock or something. No big deal.
But he isnât bargaining for it to make a whole tree sprout out in front of him.
Look into an unidentified object. That was her job. It seemed simple enough, but things were never simple when it came to S.W.O.R.D. Normally, the responsibility would fall on a subordinate. Abigail, who had been in a close proximity, ended up drawing the short end of the stick. As a result, clouds of dirt billowed around black boots as she made her way closer to the site of contact.Â
âWhat the flark is right.â She stared at the tree before turning to the man. âYou know, normally when people die you donât find them in the desert creating organic life forms. Then again, when have you ever ever fit the status quo?â There was a brittle laugh. âHello, Quill. You look like shit. Want to explain what the âflarkâ is going on here?â There were going to be quite a few Guardians glad to see him -- or angry. That wasnât Abigailâs concern.