as you are..

      after tirelessly trying to explain the complications in his and kitty’s relationship, peter slumped in an uncomfortable hospital chair until he overheard two nurses who said that she had woken. using his own children as a distraction, quill snuck pass the head nurse and into the room kitty had been assigned too. the room was dim and he closed the door softly behind him to prevent any of the nurses from catching onto him right away. as he stepped up to kitty’s bed, his brows grew together in concern as he took her hand in his. peter hated hospitals since he was a kid, but there was an awful necessity to hospitals that he had come to know. “jesus fucking christ kitty, you're usually the one on top of things what were you doing?  @professorpryde​

“jokes on you, kat-astrophe, my gift is invisible. it’s unconditional love and you’re smothered in it and you’re welcome.” flashing her a toothy grin, peter excused himself from the kids table. “i’m totally kidding -- about the gift part not the love part. either way, how’s the carpet hunting going?”

“Buckbeak, Jesus fuck!! You’re lucky it’s just me coming through, you look like you’re gonna murder someone in here. Tell me the truth, you’ve made a kid cry before haven’t you?” It was an exaggeration, of course, maybe, but at the same time Bucky always had the eyebrows for a villain. “Any, uh, way, I was wondering what you’re working on it smells delicious out in the hall.”

Peter held three very basic fundamental truths in his chest right between his lungs: his love for his children, his love of spending time with his children, and he love of not having his kids shot at by different alien societies that didn’t quite get his personal policies. That being said, being on Earth made him feel impossibly old and, quite unlike himself, he tore himself from the large crowds to lay across one of the benches outside to look up at the sky. At the sound of another person’s voice, Pete rolled his neck to see who it was, broken from his own thoughts. “Come have a sit Scotty boy,” he said in lieu of answering the man’s question. “Tell me, what do you think about when you look up at the stars.”

“Not gonna lie, I’m pretty disappointed in you. Only one pie?” His serious tone broke in a matter of seconds and he gave her a grin. “Nah, but you do know what chocolate pie is just chocolate pudding with bread. Go for something with some real weight like key lime or pecan.”

“What?! Oh shit, little girl you are in for a treat. Let me set the scene for you - think of all the food you could ever eat and then quadruple it. That’s thanksgiving. Oh, also you have to tell people you love them, but usually they’ll be in a food coma by then so you’re still emotionally intact and not vulnerable in the least.”

“Don’t say that, you have to treat yourself Thanksgiving only comes around once a year. Try asking for a sweet potato pie during May, I dare ya. Everyone shuts that down as if you were wanting to trade gestation pods to the Fyrenoaks.” With a light shake of his head, Quill tried to banish the thought of this past May’s transgressions. “Either way, what you planning on going in for? I’m not trying to lose a hand or anything by getting in the way.”

all things considered, there were very few ways to mess up a holiday all about food. after being banned from the ?? ox?? cord, quill opted to start a number of pie-eating competitions with some of the mutant children because he was here for a good time not a long time. between matches, he caught sight of one of his wives, technically ex-wife but that was neither here nor there. “kitkat!! what’d you get me for the holiday?”

“Don’t be so hard on them Emma, its not like you had a school you had to go to back in the day -- kids deserve a break too.” Quill has an inexplainable about of blue ink smeared into his hands and he rubs his hands together as if that’ll help the situation any. “Plus, I cancel class at least once a month and you can’t say you don’t do that same.”

“Hope so kiddo, are you the Maximoff with powers or you’re the one who runs fast?” With age ( or so he told himself ) and the constantly flowing of children in the school Peter tended to keep only the loosest tabs on children that weren’t his own.

“you’re welcome, who even meditates anymore” peter muttered, leaving the door he had kicked open ajar as he moved towards the teacher’s station and plopped down on the seat. as he logged into the terminal to download the lastest update while classes were on break, he gave the ta another glance over. “were you actually meditating in here or are you waiting on someone? i swear this won’t take long, just some new software updates -- super boring stuff, but if you’re sneaking in here for something freaky i’d leave a sock on the door or something.”