puddledancer: (gosh dangit)

For Gamora I can remember which tab I'm in

[personal profile] puddledancer 2019-05-03 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
It was weird being back on Earth for the first time in over a decade. Even weirder that he'd arrived through some glowy yellow portal and not in, you know, a ship. His ship. Which had already been there, thanks to Nebula and some guy he'd only known for a few hours. He'd seemed like kind of an a-hole, but he had decent ideas, and had known how to kick some ass, and since he'd sorta kinda saved the universe with him, going to the ... aftermath ... of said ass-kicking had seemed like a decent thing to do.

Once it had all been said and done, and he'd met enough people wearing black to make his head spin, Quill had gone back to some place Rocket and Nebula called "The Compound". He hadn't really wanted to feel like he'd been recruited by David Koresh, and had said so, but he'd just gotten the usual odd looks. So he raided the fridge and parked himself on what was actually a pretty cushy couch, his Zune clipped to his hip, one earbud in and piping Elton John into his skull loud enough to be heard clearly by anyone else walking by. His head was pretty full - about to burst. But if anyone approached, he'd gladly take the opportunity to talk. Anything was better than thinking about Gamora.
Edited (super embarrassing shit - you saw nothing, right?) 2019-05-03 17:44 (UTC)