text; un: gamora

[godslay]

A Public Service Announcement:

Star-Lord is the handsomest, funniest, most modest guy around with the sweetest singing voice and the sickest dance moves. It’s an absolute privilege and delight to call him a friend. My days are enriched for knowing him and fuller for speaking with him.

Everyone adores him. They think he’s a righteous dude.





P.S. – Gamora, you shouldn’t leave your comm lying around unlocked. xoxo Star-Lord

Comments

[nostalgiabomb]

Wait. Lemme guess.

I think you forgot to mention that I’ve got a fantastic sense of humor. Is it that?

It’s that, right?

It’s totally that.

[godslay]

No.

[ THE FLATTEST TONE EVER. ]

I want you to know that when you get home tonight...

[ Pause for dramatic effect. ]

... You're going to wish that I killed you.

[ Prepare to S U F F E R. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

... okay, Gamora, let’s, you know. Not be too hasty here.

[ bro it was just a prank bro

bro ]

[godslay]

I can promise that I won't be hasty about anything.

[ A SLOW DEATH. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

Hey, c'mon, it's just a joke. I mean, it's not like I said anything super embarrassing.

And, honestly, if you think about it? This was an excellent wake-up call on, you know, the importance of information security.

[godslay]

Or it's a demonstration that certain people don't respect the property of others.

[ ... this is not news. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

Hey, I'm doing you a valuable service.

Imagine if a complete stranger picked it up. Then where would you be?

[godslay]

There's nothing valuable on it.

[ Like... it's just a thing. It doesn't mean much to her. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

Really? Nothing?

Like, no wild pictures or weird texts or valuable payment information?

[ —in that order, apparently? ]

[godslay]

The only weird texts I have are from you.

[nostalgiabomb]

Those aren't weird.

[ ... they're totally weird.

Peter can be a weird guy. ]

[godslay]

They're very weird, Peter.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He waves dismissively, even if Gamora absolutely can't see it.

He's animated, even while on the phone. ]

Eye of the beholder, dude.

[godslay]

Anyone else would agree with me.

[ Like Rocket. She could show the texts to Rocket and get an opinion on their weirdness. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

Hey, c'mon. Don't show those around. There's a reason why I send those to you.

[ —and anyway, she wouldn't have to show Rocket, because it's all too likely that Rocket's got some weird Peter Texts™ of his own. ]

But you're seriously not using your comm for anything? You don't have cool photos saved? Interesting notes written? Photos of cats hanging from things with some kinda inspiring caption, like "Hang in there"?

[godslay]

[ Why would she have any of those things???? Why???

Except— ]

I have a few pictures of you.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ A little smugly, because shit yeah, point made. ]

See?

[ —but then his brain catches up with the words, and— ]

... Wait, what?

[godslay]

I said that I have pictures of you.

[ Because unlike Peter's tendency to drag Gamora into his selfies, she surreptitiously takes pictures for herself when she's convinced Peter isn't paying attention – or when she can pass it off as doing something else on her comm. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ His face scrunches with suspicion, and while it goes unseen, it's pretty obvious in his voice. ]

Like, embarrassing ones?

If you've got ones of me sleeping, I demand you delete those right now.

[godslay]

Nobody needs pictures of you drooling on your pillow.

[ Does he drool??? Is she just messing with him???? Who knows.

But at least that's confirmation enough that, no, they aren't pictures of him sleeping. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

I don't drool.

[ ... maybe. ]

How do you even have those? You never take pictures of me.

[ That he's seen, anyway. Obviously he can't rule out the possibility that she just has photos in general, so maybe she, like, caught a bit of his elbow or his ear in something while he wasn't paying attention? ]

[godslay]

I know how to avoid being noticed when I want to, Peter.

[ That was an integral part of being an assassin, after all.

And because she takes a modicum of pity on him, he'll receive a text message shortly that includes a picture of Peter with Ducky while he'd been gathering up fruit for them to eat in the jungle. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Somehow, that comment isn't super reassuring. His comm pings with the photo, and it's with a great deal of trepidation that he opens it.

(It's going to be something weird. Him mid-sneeze? Him stuffing his face? Him mid-speech with his face twisted all funny?)

Oh. It's the bird thing. Peter blinks at it, a mixture of surprised and totally relieved. ]

Why didn't you just ask to take a photo?

[ there is almost no universe where he would've said no, after all. ]

[godslay]

Because I got the picture anyway. I didn't need to ask.

[ And because she's convinced he would have been insufferable about it and gone on and on, and—

She likes catching him in moments where he isn't blustering and cocky. She likes seeing Peter without pretenses – even if that happens to be him carrying on a conversation with a silly bird. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

I ask you when I take pictures.

[ And he does. Usually because he doesn't go about it surreptitiously, like Gamora apparently does. He just takes out his device, flips the camera around, and mugs like hell.

Which means, obviously, that when he wants to get one of the others in it, he either waits for one of them to notice and react appropriately (either by flipping off the camera or smiling awkwardly or moving out of frame). Tacit permission, sure, but it still counts. ]