Quill gets punched in the face (log)
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st_x5_494Alec found 'Star-Lord' easily once he asked around a little. There were only two new arrivals and one was a raccoon so finding the other new face was going to be easy. And he did. He found the man he was after coming out of his room. Instantly he felt the surge of anger rush through him like everything that had transpired. He moved with lightning speed and punched Quill with all of his might right in the nose. Alec hoped to feel the man's nose break.
Quill had no time to react and his nose made the familiar crack. His nose was broken. Immediately his hand went up to his fact.
"What the hell man?!" He said, surprised and irate. "You broken my nose. My nose."
My nose is one of my best features, dammit! And who the hell is this guy?
The break in his nose was immensely satisfying for Alec and he was almost tempted to do it again, but he found himself talking suddenly. Not that anyone around like Kitty, Corbie, or Emma were there to witness him using his words instead of his fists... sort of.
Alec pointed his finger right up close and personal to Quill. He wasn't just angry - Alec was pissed off. He almost wanted this idiot to give him a reason to kick his ass more. "Whatever you said to Peter, you better be telling him the whole fucking truth. That kid has a death wish. He thinks all you superhero idiots are invincible - he thinks he's invincible and if you help him think that - that he can't die and the good guy always wins without any casualties.... I will kill you." Which was not an idle threat. Alec was dead serious. Maybe then Peter could see 'superheroes' weren't immortal.
Quill was confused at first and then understanding dawned on him Oh. Spider-dude. Peter Parker. By the look of this guy's face, it was easy for Quill to assume he was serious. I could probably take him, but still....
"I didn't say anything!" He protested with his hand still to his bleeding nose. "Aw man, now I have blood on my shirt. Thanks for that."
"You obviously said something because he's all excited to go back home with you idiots and fight some 'big bad' named Thanos and 'obviously' win." The last part was super sarcastic. "He actually said he was excited." Maybe that's the word that really bothered Alec the most. Even when he was on a mission he was confident he could complete with his eyes closed, he was never excited about it - except maybe his first as a kid. And then he had had his first kill the excitement died quickly.
"Do you even know if you win? Did you even make it clear how dangerous your whole bullshit life is? He's a sixteen year-old kid." God help Tony Stark if he ever showed up at the Inn.
To his credit, Peter Quill paused as Alec spoke. Dude... Quill was aware that he could come off as overly confident about the whole being Guardians of the Galaxy thing. He didn't like to admit that sometimes he felt over his head or didn't think he was going to win. Hell, half the time I'm pretty sure we're going to lose and die anyways. Quill stood there and blinked. He tried to prevent more blood on his very-nice shirt and processed.
Sometimes it sucked having better hearing than the humies, because it meant that when one of the shrieking idiots was your friend - currently bleeding from being face-punched which yeah, seemed normal enough - you couldn't just walk by all 'nothin' to do with me, have fun bein' primates'. Or rather, you could, but only if that was the level of dick you felt like being in that moment. And it was compounded by the fact that the subject being shrieked about (by the guy who'd done the punching, because Quill was mostly sucking it up, buttercup) was the fluffy-baby-animal kid next door.
Rocket sighed and jogged to stand with Quill. This was why he tried to blow up the universe's nice things. No one should have them. But if he had to pick a side, he picked the side of the guy he knew was okay. "So, let me get this straight. Quill existed in the universe, so you punched him. I get that, he's got a real punchable face." This was objective truth. "But you're also upset that that the dumb kid next door's decided to look at his life - which he picked, by the way, bein' as he's a sentient who gets to make his own fuckin' choices - and go 'WHEE THIS SHIT IS AWESOME'," here Rocket mimed a probably-not-that-nice impression of an excited Peter Parker, "instead'a curling up an' cryin' an' mopin' forever about how shitty the universe objectively is? In black makeup or whatever grim shit you think is appropriate. How are you not the asshole in this situation?"
And now there was a raccoon - a raccoon - and while being a transgenic meant he had seen some weird-ass shit, most of Manticore's experiments were humanoid in some way. What the hell was his life, even? What kind of world did Peter come from anyway? Holy shit.
His glare momentarily went to the raccoon - Rocket, he remembered Peter saying - and then back to Quill. He'd just address both while glaring at the human idiot since it felt a bit strange to glare downward. "It's not about that." Which is no, he is not the asshole here, thank you very much. "It's that the kid thinks some 'big bad guy named Thanos who wants to erase half the universe' is going to be fun and easily beatable." Alec was pretty much quoting Peter there.. and also a part of him couldn't believe how normal he said that sentence. It was not a normal sentence to say.
"The kid has this whole fantasy about being an Avenger and saving lives and he thinks just because he's gotten lucky a few times and can hold this asshole's hand in a fight -" To which he pointed at Quill "- that of course he's going to survive and you're all going to win."
Now he looked at Rocket for a moment, then back to Quill again. "Either of you tell me you've never almost died or had someone important to you die. Maybe you're all really as bad-ass as Peter thinks you all are and you guys can't be touched. Maybe your world is some gumdrop fairy tale where good always wins and bad always loses and no one gets hurt in the process. So if that's the case, fine. Tell me that right now. But glorifying this shit to a kid still in high school who has only gotten to second-base with a girl and thinks he's an adult when he can't even shave yet - that's on you when he dies." To Quill, since he had no idea if Rocket was even in the same place on the planet.
Quill's expression bolstered when Rocket showed up much like a bullied person felt safer when their friend appeared to help ward off the bully. He stood up straighter. Yeah, that's right. Rocket's making some good points Mr. Breaks-people's-noses.
The smug look Quill had faltered the more Alec talked. He glanced to Rocket. Rocket has no memory of Ego or the Asgard or anything. He thought about Gamora asking him to kill her. He thought about Drax and Mantis being taken out by Thanos without more than a sneeze. He thought about Yondu. He thought about Dr. Strange and all the probably timelines where they lost.
Quill's bravado deflated. He cleared his throat and replied, "I'll talk to the kid."
He hated it. He didn't like having real talk with people. Quill did not want Spider-Man's death to be "on him."
Rocket rolled his eyes and bared his teeth a little. "Shut up, Quill." Seriously, if he was gonna fold like a chickenshit he should've folded like a chickenshit before he got punched in the face. You double down when bleeding starts, you don't slink away! If you give up because of a little blood, people started to think they could beat on you whenever they wanted something. Fuck that noise!
He turned his scorn on Alec next. "You just literally said the same shit I did! 'Oh, boo hoo, the kid's excited that he's gonna be part of the crew he wants to be part of, doing the shit with his life he wants to do! He's not upset about it or crawling up his own asshole about how dangerous it is! He actually thinks he's gonna win the fights he picks! This shit cannot staaaaaaaand!'" This time, the less-than-nice impression was of Alec. "Well, so fuckin' what? You give me one good reason it's better to be sad and asshole-crawly about things instead of excited to tear it a new one! Life is shitty and dangerous! If you stick your neck out, someone's gonna cut it off! So if shit's going down, why not get your kicks along with it? Ain't no one who does it doesn't already know that shit. Spider-Pete's got the cute act down, but he knows. Had one fuckin' conversation with the kid and I can see it. If you're gonna fight above your weight class," and hopefully both humies present would understand that here, at least, Rocket knew better than them because the entire universe was technically out of his weight class without him having to actually say so from his 30-inch-25-pound height and weight, "how the fuck is it not better to be excited an' think 'oh yeah, I am going to kick all these asses an' then set'em on fire an' roast marshmallows!' How does your stupid humie brain think going into a fight thinking you'll lose is a good fucking idea?" He laid his ears flat, genuinely angry in a way that he rarely was.
Quill had seen something like it once on Knowhere - Rocket drunk and upset about being disparaged for things he never chose. "I go into every single fuckin' fight I ever been in - an' that's a fuckin' lot, probably more than both'a you dummies combined - knowing I'm gonna win. An' they should go in knowin' they're gonna win. They usually don't, but at least they got their heads right. You? I'd wipe the fuckin' floor with you, 'cause you'd be going in agreein' with me that I'm gonna win. Spider-Pete's got it right, you got it wrong. Suck it up, buttercup."
He had never wanted to kill an animal more in his life at that moment. Alec, who had a death wish many times over, could see when someone else did too. Like they didn't really have anything to lose so, 'fuck it, we're gong out guns blazing'. He knew this because they had been him for a long time. Somehow Max had been able to keep him from going to his death more times than not.
"Listen, roadkill -" He didn't have much opinions on raccoons before, but now he was most definitely not a fan. "You don't get a say. You're not even human. So how about you sit down and let the grown-up talk." Alec had to resist the urge to punt the damn raccoon across the hallway.
He looked back to Quill and he felt surprisingly calm. The raccoon could yammer all he wants about how much of a hard-ass he was, but something about the way Quill's expression changed - it helped Alec not want to snap their necks. "I'm just asking you to be realistic with him."
Dude... you can't say that shit to Rocket.
Quill glanced to his friend. Normally there would be bravado and his gun would raise and he'd be all about defending Rocket to this nobody, but Gamora and Yondu still tugged at him.
"Ignore this loser, Rocket." He said, somehow more deflated than normal. "He's not worth our time right now."
He hoped Rocket could pick up the 'revenge later' tone. His voice was lacking the snark it normally did.
And that, right there, was why Rocket stuck his neck out for Quill. He understood how shit worked, and unless he was face to face with Gamora's disapproval-face he was generally down to make sure suffering met the ostensible deserving. Even when he had no good reason, even when it seemed stupid, if Quill was on your side, he stayed there.
So yes, Rocket wanted to fill this Alec idiot full of holes, just prove all his points by leaving a corpse on the ground any way he could, even got as far as going for the cannon. Fucking idiot thought only humies could have experiences or a point of view or whatever shit? He had to fuckin' pay. But Rocket was willing to accept Quill's lead, for the moment, since he'd apparently decided to climb back on board with team Fuck You Asshole Nosebreaker. And hey, this place was a prison, right? Rocket knew prison, knew how to make a reputation, knew that sometimes a corpse was just not as good as an object lesson about stupidity. "Yeah, sure, Quill. It's not like any of us're goin' anywhere."
Alec rolled his eyes. God help him if Peter was hoping the four of them would kumbaya together. He turned and left, though remained aware of his surroundings, just in case.
Quill watched the guy leave. I don't even know the dude's name. The bleeding seemed to stop, but his nose still ached.
"Thanks," He said when Alec was out of sight. "They're really friendly here in this place, huh?"
"At least it's not gonna get boring." In Gotham, there'd been the sentience-stealing parasites outside the city, some options on piracy, and the occasional giant lizard rampage to take the edge off. It was almost nice to know that he'd still be able to spread the rage around instead of expecting Quill and Regina to handle all the aggression he'd need to bleed off, long term. "So I say we make the dumbass suffer 'til he learns his lesson, then I kill his ass for fun." He looked sidelong up at Quill. "That's Alec, I'm pretty sure, in case he didn't introduce himself before he smacked you. He's that Peter kid's roomie, so I'm gonna have easy access to where he sleeps."
"He broke my nose which is one of my best features," he said as he touched his nose. "Yep, definitely broken."
Quill was having a hard time feeling the usual amount of outrage over a face-punch. Maybe Gamora really was having an affect on him.
"Maybe let's not kill him though," he replied, "We don't know how many allies this guy has. Don't exactly want to start a war if this is the only place in the entire place. I don't want to have to check for razor blades every time I eat a muffin."
He looked at Rocket and added, "But he did punch my face so there should be definite payback."
Quill couldn't muster his usual bravado. Maybe I'm just hungry... Or not hungry enough.
“I’m not killin’ him over your nose, Quill. You’ll heal up an’ have a story about how some dumb trash punched you over a spider kid. It’ll be fine.” Nothing much touched Quill for long, he found ways to make things work for him. He even got people to call him Star-Lord sometimes! “I’m gonna kill him for the other shit. He ain’t Drax, there’s no units on this, an’ I know better than to let inmates get away with knockin’ me. Your nose is part’a why he’s gonna have some shit days before the end is all.”
"Alright. We'll revisit the killing later," He said like it was his idea.
Rocket might change his mind after a few days... maybe... probably not. Alec was probably screwed.
"Yondu is dead," He started, but realized Rocket was from a different time. "Turns out Yondu's actually a good guy. We found my dad who was a total d-bag Celestial who wanted to take over the universe and we stopped him, of course, but instead of me dying a terrible death in frozen space, Yondu took my place."
It's way more complicated than that, but Rocket won't understand.
"And Thanos kidnapped Gamora." He added quickly and nonchalantly.
Rocket wasn't the touchy feeling part, but Quill needed to get the information out there. Quill wanted to talk about it, but he knew that might be unlikely. Rocket just needed to know.
Yondu being okay wasn’t exactly news. It wasn’t like he’d come after them with his whistle stick after he’d gotten a troll doll instead of an Infinity Stone. But he was important to Quill, so whatever wasn’t being said there was meaningful. Probably ‘family’ shit Quill figured (rightly!) that Rocket would never understand due to the ‘no family ever’ part of being alone in the universe.
So Rocket just nodded to that. Gamora was more understandable, because of course Thanos was going to come after her sometime. “What, and you let him?”
"He had the power stone," Quill answered, "And the reality stone. They were both on this fugly gauntlet."
Quill understood now why Gamora was worried. He was still getting over how he had pulled the trigger on her.
"Apparently there are three more. Two on Earth and one someplace Gamora knows." He said. "Ended up finding the dude in charge of the time stone and Thanos came for it. That's when I really come from."
He rubbed the back of his neck and ignored the ache in his face.
"He wants to take out have the universe because.... okay, I wasn't really paying attention to that part," He said, "But he wiped out half the Asgards and a bunch of other planets and probably the worst guy in the universe right now."
Rocket knew the power stone, of course, but not the reality Stone. Logic dictated that it probably controlled reality, which meant... yeah, not Quill’s fault. The guy who literally controlled reality pretty much did whatever he wanted. “Gamora’s not gonna tell him shit, ya know. So you and everybody take down Thanos, then go get her.”
Rocket almost asked where he was while this was going on, but... yeah, that was probably an answer he didn’t really want to hear.
"That's the plan," Quill said with confidence. "Along with that kid and some guy named Iron Man who is way less cool than we are and some guy named Dr. Strange who wears a cape."
He looked at Rocket. Man, I am so happy to see him again and glad he is here
"I should probably go get this looked at," He said. "Or at least wash my face."
Broken noses hurt like a mother-
“Yeah, you should. Your face’ll be all lumpy if you don’t, and I’ve heard you say that’d be a real shame. Also I don’t wanna hear that kind’a bitching.” Translated from the Rocket: it sucks that my friend is hurt, I agree that should be dealt with first. “Go to the bakery area in the café place. If you see a short chick – like, me-size short – wearing metal, ask her to fix your face. I bet she will.”
"Pike." He repeated. "Okay, got it.
Quill wasn't surprised that Rocket had some extra Intel about the Inn already. Rocket was a survivor.
He nodded to his friend, then headed down the hallway to fix his nose problem.
Quill had no time to react and his nose made the familiar crack. His nose was broken. Immediately his hand went up to his fact.
"What the hell man?!" He said, surprised and irate. "You broken my nose. My nose."
My nose is one of my best features, dammit! And who the hell is this guy?
The break in his nose was immensely satisfying for Alec and he was almost tempted to do it again, but he found himself talking suddenly. Not that anyone around like Kitty, Corbie, or Emma were there to witness him using his words instead of his fists... sort of.
Alec pointed his finger right up close and personal to Quill. He wasn't just angry - Alec was pissed off. He almost wanted this idiot to give him a reason to kick his ass more. "Whatever you said to Peter, you better be telling him the whole fucking truth. That kid has a death wish. He thinks all you superhero idiots are invincible - he thinks he's invincible and if you help him think that - that he can't die and the good guy always wins without any casualties.... I will kill you." Which was not an idle threat. Alec was dead serious. Maybe then Peter could see 'superheroes' weren't immortal.
Quill was confused at first and then understanding dawned on him Oh. Spider-dude. Peter Parker. By the look of this guy's face, it was easy for Quill to assume he was serious. I could probably take him, but still....
"I didn't say anything!" He protested with his hand still to his bleeding nose. "Aw man, now I have blood on my shirt. Thanks for that."
"You obviously said something because he's all excited to go back home with you idiots and fight some 'big bad' named Thanos and 'obviously' win." The last part was super sarcastic. "He actually said he was excited." Maybe that's the word that really bothered Alec the most. Even when he was on a mission he was confident he could complete with his eyes closed, he was never excited about it - except maybe his first as a kid. And then he had had his first kill the excitement died quickly.
"Do you even know if you win? Did you even make it clear how dangerous your whole bullshit life is? He's a sixteen year-old kid." God help Tony Stark if he ever showed up at the Inn.
To his credit, Peter Quill paused as Alec spoke. Dude... Quill was aware that he could come off as overly confident about the whole being Guardians of the Galaxy thing. He didn't like to admit that sometimes he felt over his head or didn't think he was going to win. Hell, half the time I'm pretty sure we're going to lose and die anyways. Quill stood there and blinked. He tried to prevent more blood on his very-nice shirt and processed.
Sometimes it sucked having better hearing than the humies, because it meant that when one of the shrieking idiots was your friend - currently bleeding from being face-punched which yeah, seemed normal enough - you couldn't just walk by all 'nothin' to do with me, have fun bein' primates'. Or rather, you could, but only if that was the level of dick you felt like being in that moment. And it was compounded by the fact that the subject being shrieked about (by the guy who'd done the punching, because Quill was mostly sucking it up, buttercup) was the fluffy-baby-animal kid next door.
Rocket sighed and jogged to stand with Quill. This was why he tried to blow up the universe's nice things. No one should have them. But if he had to pick a side, he picked the side of the guy he knew was okay. "So, let me get this straight. Quill existed in the universe, so you punched him. I get that, he's got a real punchable face." This was objective truth. "But you're also upset that that the dumb kid next door's decided to look at his life - which he picked, by the way, bein' as he's a sentient who gets to make his own fuckin' choices - and go 'WHEE THIS SHIT IS AWESOME'," here Rocket mimed a probably-not-that-nice impression of an excited Peter Parker, "instead'a curling up an' cryin' an' mopin' forever about how shitty the universe objectively is? In black makeup or whatever grim shit you think is appropriate. How are you not the asshole in this situation?"
And now there was a raccoon - a raccoon - and while being a transgenic meant he had seen some weird-ass shit, most of Manticore's experiments were humanoid in some way. What the hell was his life, even? What kind of world did Peter come from anyway? Holy shit.
His glare momentarily went to the raccoon - Rocket, he remembered Peter saying - and then back to Quill. He'd just address both while glaring at the human idiot since it felt a bit strange to glare downward. "It's not about that." Which is no, he is not the asshole here, thank you very much. "It's that the kid thinks some 'big bad guy named Thanos who wants to erase half the universe' is going to be fun and easily beatable." Alec was pretty much quoting Peter there.. and also a part of him couldn't believe how normal he said that sentence. It was not a normal sentence to say.
"The kid has this whole fantasy about being an Avenger and saving lives and he thinks just because he's gotten lucky a few times and can hold this asshole's hand in a fight -" To which he pointed at Quill "- that of course he's going to survive and you're all going to win."
Now he looked at Rocket for a moment, then back to Quill again. "Either of you tell me you've never almost died or had someone important to you die. Maybe you're all really as bad-ass as Peter thinks you all are and you guys can't be touched. Maybe your world is some gumdrop fairy tale where good always wins and bad always loses and no one gets hurt in the process. So if that's the case, fine. Tell me that right now. But glorifying this shit to a kid still in high school who has only gotten to second-base with a girl and thinks he's an adult when he can't even shave yet - that's on you when he dies." To Quill, since he had no idea if Rocket was even in the same place on the planet.
Quill's expression bolstered when Rocket showed up much like a bullied person felt safer when their friend appeared to help ward off the bully. He stood up straighter. Yeah, that's right. Rocket's making some good points Mr. Breaks-people's-noses.
The smug look Quill had faltered the more Alec talked. He glanced to Rocket. Rocket has no memory of Ego or the Asgard or anything. He thought about Gamora asking him to kill her. He thought about Drax and Mantis being taken out by Thanos without more than a sneeze. He thought about Yondu. He thought about Dr. Strange and all the probably timelines where they lost.
Quill's bravado deflated. He cleared his throat and replied, "I'll talk to the kid."
He hated it. He didn't like having real talk with people. Quill did not want Spider-Man's death to be "on him."
Rocket rolled his eyes and bared his teeth a little. "Shut up, Quill." Seriously, if he was gonna fold like a chickenshit he should've folded like a chickenshit before he got punched in the face. You double down when bleeding starts, you don't slink away! If you give up because of a little blood, people started to think they could beat on you whenever they wanted something. Fuck that noise!
He turned his scorn on Alec next. "You just literally said the same shit I did! 'Oh, boo hoo, the kid's excited that he's gonna be part of the crew he wants to be part of, doing the shit with his life he wants to do! He's not upset about it or crawling up his own asshole about how dangerous it is! He actually thinks he's gonna win the fights he picks! This shit cannot staaaaaaaand!'" This time, the less-than-nice impression was of Alec. "Well, so fuckin' what? You give me one good reason it's better to be sad and asshole-crawly about things instead of excited to tear it a new one! Life is shitty and dangerous! If you stick your neck out, someone's gonna cut it off! So if shit's going down, why not get your kicks along with it? Ain't no one who does it doesn't already know that shit. Spider-Pete's got the cute act down, but he knows. Had one fuckin' conversation with the kid and I can see it. If you're gonna fight above your weight class," and hopefully both humies present would understand that here, at least, Rocket knew better than them because the entire universe was technically out of his weight class without him having to actually say so from his 30-inch-25-pound height and weight, "how the fuck is it not better to be excited an' think 'oh yeah, I am going to kick all these asses an' then set'em on fire an' roast marshmallows!' How does your stupid humie brain think going into a fight thinking you'll lose is a good fucking idea?" He laid his ears flat, genuinely angry in a way that he rarely was.
Quill had seen something like it once on Knowhere - Rocket drunk and upset about being disparaged for things he never chose. "I go into every single fuckin' fight I ever been in - an' that's a fuckin' lot, probably more than both'a you dummies combined - knowing I'm gonna win. An' they should go in knowin' they're gonna win. They usually don't, but at least they got their heads right. You? I'd wipe the fuckin' floor with you, 'cause you'd be going in agreein' with me that I'm gonna win. Spider-Pete's got it right, you got it wrong. Suck it up, buttercup."
He had never wanted to kill an animal more in his life at that moment. Alec, who had a death wish many times over, could see when someone else did too. Like they didn't really have anything to lose so, 'fuck it, we're gong out guns blazing'. He knew this because they had been him for a long time. Somehow Max had been able to keep him from going to his death more times than not.
"Listen, roadkill -" He didn't have much opinions on raccoons before, but now he was most definitely not a fan. "You don't get a say. You're not even human. So how about you sit down and let the grown-up talk." Alec had to resist the urge to punt the damn raccoon across the hallway.
He looked back to Quill and he felt surprisingly calm. The raccoon could yammer all he wants about how much of a hard-ass he was, but something about the way Quill's expression changed - it helped Alec not want to snap their necks. "I'm just asking you to be realistic with him."
Dude... you can't say that shit to Rocket.
Quill glanced to his friend. Normally there would be bravado and his gun would raise and he'd be all about defending Rocket to this nobody, but Gamora and Yondu still tugged at him.
"Ignore this loser, Rocket." He said, somehow more deflated than normal. "He's not worth our time right now."
He hoped Rocket could pick up the 'revenge later' tone. His voice was lacking the snark it normally did.
And that, right there, was why Rocket stuck his neck out for Quill. He understood how shit worked, and unless he was face to face with Gamora's disapproval-face he was generally down to make sure suffering met the ostensible deserving. Even when he had no good reason, even when it seemed stupid, if Quill was on your side, he stayed there.
So yes, Rocket wanted to fill this Alec idiot full of holes, just prove all his points by leaving a corpse on the ground any way he could, even got as far as going for the cannon. Fucking idiot thought only humies could have experiences or a point of view or whatever shit? He had to fuckin' pay. But Rocket was willing to accept Quill's lead, for the moment, since he'd apparently decided to climb back on board with team Fuck You Asshole Nosebreaker. And hey, this place was a prison, right? Rocket knew prison, knew how to make a reputation, knew that sometimes a corpse was just not as good as an object lesson about stupidity. "Yeah, sure, Quill. It's not like any of us're goin' anywhere."
Alec rolled his eyes. God help him if Peter was hoping the four of them would kumbaya together. He turned and left, though remained aware of his surroundings, just in case.
Quill watched the guy leave. I don't even know the dude's name. The bleeding seemed to stop, but his nose still ached.
"Thanks," He said when Alec was out of sight. "They're really friendly here in this place, huh?"
"At least it's not gonna get boring." In Gotham, there'd been the sentience-stealing parasites outside the city, some options on piracy, and the occasional giant lizard rampage to take the edge off. It was almost nice to know that he'd still be able to spread the rage around instead of expecting Quill and Regina to handle all the aggression he'd need to bleed off, long term. "So I say we make the dumbass suffer 'til he learns his lesson, then I kill his ass for fun." He looked sidelong up at Quill. "That's Alec, I'm pretty sure, in case he didn't introduce himself before he smacked you. He's that Peter kid's roomie, so I'm gonna have easy access to where he sleeps."
"He broke my nose which is one of my best features," he said as he touched his nose. "Yep, definitely broken."
Quill was having a hard time feeling the usual amount of outrage over a face-punch. Maybe Gamora really was having an affect on him.
"Maybe let's not kill him though," he replied, "We don't know how many allies this guy has. Don't exactly want to start a war if this is the only place in the entire place. I don't want to have to check for razor blades every time I eat a muffin."
He looked at Rocket and added, "But he did punch my face so there should be definite payback."
Quill couldn't muster his usual bravado. Maybe I'm just hungry... Or not hungry enough.
“I’m not killin’ him over your nose, Quill. You’ll heal up an’ have a story about how some dumb trash punched you over a spider kid. It’ll be fine.” Nothing much touched Quill for long, he found ways to make things work for him. He even got people to call him Star-Lord sometimes! “I’m gonna kill him for the other shit. He ain’t Drax, there’s no units on this, an’ I know better than to let inmates get away with knockin’ me. Your nose is part’a why he’s gonna have some shit days before the end is all.”
"Alright. We'll revisit the killing later," He said like it was his idea.
Rocket might change his mind after a few days... maybe... probably not. Alec was probably screwed.
"Yondu is dead," He started, but realized Rocket was from a different time. "Turns out Yondu's actually a good guy. We found my dad who was a total d-bag Celestial who wanted to take over the universe and we stopped him, of course, but instead of me dying a terrible death in frozen space, Yondu took my place."
It's way more complicated than that, but Rocket won't understand.
"And Thanos kidnapped Gamora." He added quickly and nonchalantly.
Rocket wasn't the touchy feeling part, but Quill needed to get the information out there. Quill wanted to talk about it, but he knew that might be unlikely. Rocket just needed to know.
Yondu being okay wasn’t exactly news. It wasn’t like he’d come after them with his whistle stick after he’d gotten a troll doll instead of an Infinity Stone. But he was important to Quill, so whatever wasn’t being said there was meaningful. Probably ‘family’ shit Quill figured (rightly!) that Rocket would never understand due to the ‘no family ever’ part of being alone in the universe.
So Rocket just nodded to that. Gamora was more understandable, because of course Thanos was going to come after her sometime. “What, and you let him?”
"He had the power stone," Quill answered, "And the reality stone. They were both on this fugly gauntlet."
Quill understood now why Gamora was worried. He was still getting over how he had pulled the trigger on her.
"Apparently there are three more. Two on Earth and one someplace Gamora knows." He said. "Ended up finding the dude in charge of the time stone and Thanos came for it. That's when I really come from."
He rubbed the back of his neck and ignored the ache in his face.
"He wants to take out have the universe because.... okay, I wasn't really paying attention to that part," He said, "But he wiped out half the Asgards and a bunch of other planets and probably the worst guy in the universe right now."
Rocket knew the power stone, of course, but not the reality Stone. Logic dictated that it probably controlled reality, which meant... yeah, not Quill’s fault. The guy who literally controlled reality pretty much did whatever he wanted. “Gamora’s not gonna tell him shit, ya know. So you and everybody take down Thanos, then go get her.”
Rocket almost asked where he was while this was going on, but... yeah, that was probably an answer he didn’t really want to hear.
"That's the plan," Quill said with confidence. "Along with that kid and some guy named Iron Man who is way less cool than we are and some guy named Dr. Strange who wears a cape."
He looked at Rocket. Man, I am so happy to see him again and glad he is here
"I should probably go get this looked at," He said. "Or at least wash my face."
Broken noses hurt like a mother-
“Yeah, you should. Your face’ll be all lumpy if you don’t, and I’ve heard you say that’d be a real shame. Also I don’t wanna hear that kind’a bitching.” Translated from the Rocket: it sucks that my friend is hurt, I agree that should be dealt with first. “Go to the bakery area in the café place. If you see a short chick – like, me-size short – wearing metal, ask her to fix your face. I bet she will.”
"Pike." He repeated. "Okay, got it.
Quill wasn't surprised that Rocket had some extra Intel about the Inn already. Rocket was a survivor.
He nodded to his friend, then headed down the hallway to fix his nose problem.
