[ Ending a mission and being in dire need of a shower wasn't new for the Guardians. Frankly, Peter wished they didn't have to fight slimy monsters (or disgusting men in today's case) so often. It was pure bad luck that the same end happened when he was hanging out with Sif and Rey. At least they were lucky enough that the Asgardian warrior has found them a lovely bathhouse to wash out the grime and relax their sore muscles. A mixed bathhouse, no less.

Now Peter is taking in the views, getting rid of his jacket and boots, then his blood-stained shirt when he looks back at Sif and starts to really take in the lovely views. ]

It really is something else, I'm on no rush to leave.

[ Unfortunately for Rey, when she turns away from staring at Sif she probably comes to face Peter kicking off the rest of his clothes and standing there only in his navy underwear, strong thighs on display. His hair is a mess and there are a few new bruises adorning his right shoulder and the left side of his body. He doesn't seem to mind, having had much worse in the past.

So much for him being in a corner somewhere, not looking at them, uh? Sorry Rey! ]

Nah, I think the staff left some around...oh yeah, right there. [ Peter waves a hand towards a lovely wood-carved bench on one side of the pool, with towels of different sizes on it. Noticing Rey acting weird, Peter gets closer and raises a hand to cup her cheek. ] Rey, are you hurt? Your face is looking a little too red.