Dance off, Bro. Me and you.

||Open Rp||

|Open to my New Followers|

+ the-wintersoldier-bucky

“Yes. Wait… I know you. Bucky… Barnes? Aw, man, now we really have to do something fun! I mean, you’re Bucky Barnes!”

Bucky gave him a somewhat amused look. “And why are you so excited about this?”

“Because, dude, my grandpa used to tell me stories about you-well, you and Captain America-but still. You were like my idol for a while there.”

||Runaway Ravager - astoryunfolds||

Tony just shrugs at him, letting a sly smirk escape into his face. His eyes glinted with some recognition, but he didn’t seem to act so. “Sorry, don’t recall any ‘Starlord’s.” He spoke bluntly. He shifts his weight on his feet and puts his right hand on his waist. “Though that is an interesting name to have. Where’d it come from?” His expression changed as he looked the man in the eye, his mischievous look changing to a hard stare.

Peter’s eyes followed the man as he moved about. “It’s not my real name, if that’s what you mean. It’s an outlaw name. I used to travel with this whole group of them. What about them? You heard of them? The Ravagers?”

Tony looked at him as if he were making things up. “ One again, I don’t recall.”

“Great, of course. That makes sense. Alright, Mr. Man, call me Peter then.”

“I actually heard about you from a talking raccoon.”

“Seriously? Aw yeah, finally I get some recognition! ‘Bout time.”

Open RP

“She sounds like she was a pretty wonderful queen,” Peter commented. “By the sound of it, it looks like she had very good friends too.”

“Walkman? Hm. Strange. I haven’t seen them since I was…6?” She looked up from the device, only to then turn around seeing the troll doll, throwing the walkman behind her in percise aim to him. “I ran away from Terra a few years ago, was hit in the head by some creature, barely remember anything about my old life.” The theif explained taking the doll in to her hands.

Peter scrambled to catch the music playing device and shove it back into his pocket, where it could be safe from any more damage. “Troll too,” he warned, coming to stand beside her, though he was interested to have another Terran with him, he wasn’t too big a fan of how she was treating his room.

“Fine…fine…” She ran a delicate index finger over the fluffy orange hair before setting back down in it’s cramped placement. However her oceanic eyes still wandered around the interior of the ship, and honestly she looked like a kid in the toy shop as the gaze landed on the taller man. “You don’t trust me do you?” The woman grinned with a hint of a smirk lacing her lips.

Peter chuckled in response. “No,” he replied honestly to her question. “I grew up on a ship full of thieves, and I know that the number one rule of being a thief, is not to trust other thieves. So no, sorry.”

+ prydc