#beatfreesmysoul

For once, the talkative Terran remained silent, hands still on his hips, head still tilted, eyebrows still raised as he waited out the inevitable ‘but’ that was to come. He should be insulted—as if he weren’t also a professional bullshitter. He could hear the shoe that was about to drop from miles away, and yet Rocket still led him on like he hadn’t a clue. That might even be worse than the eventual admission.

Then the admission came.

Nope. That’s actually worse.

“The Darbian whiskey I literally picked up like, two days ago?! Ah c’mon, Rocket, I actually paid for that, an’ ya didn’t leave me any? That is a crime, yes, confirmed, you have committed one now, congrats!” He exhaled, noting the other’s lowered head before speaking again, tone more long-suffering than annoyed.

“Lemme guess—the Cygnian lager is also gone. And the Glakorian stout. And the Inixian pale ale.”

Rocket's ears lowered as Peter scolded him for not sharing. He indeed did drink up the whiskey and hadn't originally thought anything of it, until he couldn't find anymore of it. For some reason he made him feel particularly crappy that he had disappointed the other. He had a tendency of taking things without asking and no amount of guilt seemed to get him to stop doing it. It was an impulse, one he was accustomed to giving into.

"What do you want me to say? I'm sorry?" Rocket asked, he sounded defensive. "I said the rest of it, not all of it. My stomach is like this big."

Rocket made a shape in the air with his hands which in no way could have held the amount of missing liquor, at least not quickly. He had been drinking more than usual however. Everyone could have guessed he was still dealing with his grief and in having lost his best friend, not that he was talking about it, but the way he was doting on the little grootling in his planter it wasn't hard to tell what was on his mind.

Nonetheless whether he had help draining Peter's reserves or not was besides the point. As far as Rocket knew that liquor was gone.

"LISTEN! LISTEN!!! I'm not saying that Footloose wasn't an AMAZING movie! All I'm saying that I don't know if I would exactly categorize KEVIN BACON as a HERO???" It wasn't that he was trying to insult the guy's taste in movies or anything he was just... not sure the guy has seen enough movies if he is going around thinking that highly of a good ol' Mr. Bacon.

"If there are worse fates than this, then I do not know them."

It's like that: a constant stream of death, doom, misfortune that seems set on sinking in, sinking the teeth in. It's not like he doesn't know. The infamous "Starlord"-- he still laughs at the name-- and his hand in saving the galaxy. Khan finds such selflessness to be illogical. He'd tear the universe asunder for his crew, his people, but for the nameless? Anyone else? A waste of blood and gore.

Why then, does he find himself here?

// yeah the double star was totally intentional, he’s doubly not afraid of spiders, not at all ‘sasha noticed after writing text which is a nightmare in paint’, mhm, noo.

"Sticking around Quill? Or is this just a passin through kinda thing?"

“Y’ weren’t the calvary I was expecting, squire!”

A quick call over the bit of door that was still standing—oops. Bad idea. Big and nasty looked like it was going to take the hint and start its meander over. Shit, alright, time to speedrun plan B: etching the markings into the remaining bit of wood. Banishing? Banishing. Banishing was going to have to work, but this was going to take some time.

When it came to all that occurred before, during, and after the Blip and all that Thanos nonsense, a lot of people's common senses went out with the bath water. People too blinded by panic and fear to think straight. That could be one argument as to why Tony even let Peter participate in the coming and aftermath of the apocalypse. He was an Avenger, after all! What would he do if not help them fight towards a better future? Especially after they ended up winning!

But one could also argue that Peter was the dumb-ass who shot himself into space after being warned not to. He was the dumb-ass who headed towards an intergalactic cave match with a purple being that made Grimace look like a joke. He was young but he was also stupid. A genius when it came to certain things, an imbecile when it came to others. It was a team-effort that got Peter into these sort of messes in the first place. So if Quill wanted to blame anyone for seeing someone so young, he would have trouble pointing a finger at just who caused it all.

Peter was enticed by Quill's friendliness. The corners of the teen's eyes crinkled as he smiled wide, switching his mask to one hand so he could hand-shake the other's, only to debate it, pull back, and offer a fist-bump just in case that was too classy for Quill.