Promises, promises... [ Peter mutters, still audible enough to be heard. He does catch the smug look from the corner of his eye, smirks to himself and doesn't make any comment about Thor's looks. They all had been bad days. Hell, bad decades too, and everyone in the ship is still healing from something.
Peter hums softly as he fumbles around in the kitchen, a sweet and calm melody that he's sung many times. He turns towards Thor again once everything looks presentable. ]
I'm going to see how Rocket and Groot are doing and then head to my room but call me if you need anything.
[ It has become almost a compulsory habit for Peter to check of the others once they've been out of his sight a while and he has the feeling that, despite the grumpiness, Rocket actually appreciates. Peter squeezes Thor's shoulder as he leaves the kitchen and heads to the cockpit.
An hour later as promised, if Thor seeks him, he will find the man in his room, the sounds of another song playing coming from behind the door. Because where there's Peter, there's music. The difference is that this time he's also singing along to the beat, the song being Landslide from Fleetwood Mac. ]
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Peter hums softly as he fumbles around in the kitchen, a sweet and calm melody that he's sung many times. He turns towards Thor again once everything looks presentable. ]
I'm going to see how Rocket and Groot are doing and then head to my room but call me if you need anything.
[ It has become almost a compulsory habit for Peter to check of the others once they've been out of his sight a while and he has the feeling that, despite the grumpiness, Rocket actually appreciates. Peter squeezes Thor's shoulder as he leaves the kitchen and heads to the cockpit.
An hour later as promised, if Thor seeks him, he will find the man in his room, the sounds of another song playing coming from behind the door. Because where there's Peter, there's music. The difference is that this time he's also singing along to the beat, the song being Landslide from Fleetwood Mac. ]