[Is this Quill's way of flirting? Thor wouldn't be surprised, if he's honest. And that kind of challenge might go a ways to explain why some of his bed partners have tried to maul him, if he'd claimed he could take it. Thor raises his eyebrows, and if he was still wearing his sunglasses he'd be peering at Peter over the rims.] 'm not snapping this spoon in half right now, am I? It's not the strength, it's how you use it.
[There, chew on that, Quill.
The suggestion is annoyingly sensible. Probably a bit overly cautious, but what the hell, it's not like they're in a hurry.]
[ Peter does seem to have a type and that type is often people who can kill him with his bare hands. Given Ego's own long list of bed partners, Peter's tendency to try hit on anything that breathes might be a genetic compulsion. ]
Ah, well... [ The Guardian hasn't realized what he was even suggesting with his comment until Thor replied to it. Oh, Drax's constant adoration of Thor might be rubbing on him. He pauses for a second but he's of course not going to back off. Not after Thor's answer, since Peter's sure the God is just pulling his leg. Or that they're playing some sort of chicken game that he accidentally started. ]
The spoon doesn't move. I doubt that controlling your strength is that easy when you're handling something that wiggles in your lap. [ Peter stands up to start cleaning the mess in the kitchen and he can't help but give Thor a smirk before doing so. ] Or that tries to bite you.
[ He would argue that Thor can take more time if he needs rest but if the Lord of Thunder is sure of himself, then so be it. After a casual nod at Thor's general direction, he grabs the empty pots and glasses lying around, putting them on the dishwasher with quick efficiency. ]
I'll be in my own room once I finish this, show up any time you want and then we can go fix the generator.
[Despite the hangover, Thor manages to look a little smug at that. Which would probably be more effective if he didn't just look like he'd rolled out of bed after a week long bender.]
I have practice.
[He's not going to push to get the work done ASAP, though. So Quill's declaration is met with a nod, and then a lot of regret at how that just made Thor's headache wobble in his skull.]
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. ]
[It's not exactly an hour, of course. Easy enough to lose track of time when you're not hungover, but eventually the world stops being quite so loud at Thor, to the point where he can soldier on without feeling like his head is going to explode if he moves wrong.
Even if the Benatar wasn't a small ship, it'd be easy enough to find Quill just by the sound of guitar and crooning coming from his room, rather than piped through the intercom from the cockpit. Thor clips his sunglasses over the collar of his shirt, shoves his hair back over his shoulders, and knocks crookedly on the doorframe as he leans in.]
[ Peter hasn't been taking track of time either, busy doing...well not much. Drowning his own troubled thoughts with music. It doesn't always do the trick or last long but it's enough to help him keep acting as if he's all right and he has everything under control. Nevermind the fact that, on a few occasions, he's missed sleep in favour to spend the night listening to old songs.
Thor's knocking hadn't been too loud but it still startles Peter into stopping mid-song, his hand going to his chest. ]
Oh, ey, you did show up, I mean...hello.[ Peter clears his throat, runs his hand through his hair and only accomplishes making messier than before, and at last, gives Thor a smile. ] Feeling better?
Much. Uh, thanks for the soup. [Thor's eyes are clearer, at least, and though he's not made much of an effort to look more presentable, he's carrying himself like a human being again.
But hey, he seems to be in good company, so that makes him feel all the better about it.]
No problem. You should see me cooking for real when we actually have supplies. I had to learn how to make my own food when I was a kid because half the stuff the Ravagers considered 'food' could have put a hole in my stomach. Not to mention that a lot of alien food tasted disgusting.
[ Peter does notice that Thor looks a bit more put together and gives a small before walking towards him so they can leave. He keeps talking as they start walking. ]
Behaving, for a chance. Nebula is with Rocket and Groot on the cockpit, Mantis is now napping in a happy sugar coma and Drax was almost done with his training the last I saw him.
[ Everyone is safe and alive, which is how Peter likes them best. And yes, Peter could have asked Drax to help him with the repairs, the man is strong enough to lift the metal, but he wanted to try and see if he could get Thor out of his room. ]
[It's a little weird to be out and about, even if it's only in the confines of the small ship they call home. When was the last time he did that? It didn't seem like it was that long ago, but Thor's not certain. He's gotten used to that, the memory problems, days blending into one another.
Well, whatever the case, it's good to feel useful. He keeps pace with Quill, nodding along.]
Ah, peace and quiet. I used to hate that, you know, no foes to fight or quests to go on, that sort of thing. It grows on you.
I suppose is a matter of balance. Quiet, boring days used to drive me insane but lately I started to see their appeal. We can't give up on missions, though, there's still a lot to fix and people to find.
[ People like Gamora. Peter's voice trails off and he loses a bit of his previous cheerfulness. He tries to keep it together in front of the others, he knows they still miss her like a lost limb, but there are honest to god days that he doesn't know how he can still function. everything is so exhausting.
Fiddling with the panel control once they reach the end of the corridor, Peter opens the door to access the lower levels of the ship. He clears his throat, looking at Thor once again. The casual smile is back on Peter's lips. it seems to be almost ever-present lately. ]
Is there anything you need when we stop for supplies? And don't say alcohol, I'm putting a limit on that no matter ho much Rocket complains.
[Thor is used to false cheer, having spent a good deal of the past few years immersing himself in it, pretending as though everything is normal. That everything is fine. That he is okay, and no one needs to worry about him because he doesn't deserve it anyway. He'd be the last to call someone out when their mask slips, melancholy seeping through the cracks, still-bleeding wounds that never seem to heal. So he pretends not to notice Peter's, letting the human hide behind the facade he's built to cope.]
But we do need more. [Thor frowns a little. Surely this limit isn't going to be zero, is it?] I don't need much more. ...maybe some new clothes, but that's it.
[ Peter isn't in the best state of mind to discuss anything and Thor not bringing her up it's appreciated. It's been harder lately but he's been handling things this way most of his life, so he doesn't really know better. ]
We need some, and we will get it...within reason. [ He raises an eyebrows at Thor's frown, nunimpressed. No, he's not about to cut the whole supply, he's not that crazy. The rest of the crew, Peter included, likes to drink from time to time and he doesn't want to deal with a pissed off Raccoon. But it's probably for the best if they keep the drinking to reasonable levels. ] Have you considered switching to milkshakes? I mean, as far as I know, Asgardians need a ton of alcohol for it to start dulling your senses so it's pretty much a waste. And milkshakes are just superior.
[ After a pause and crossing some more doors, Peter looks at Thor all over, not judging his appearance as much as he is eyeing his fashion sense critically. ] Yeah, those clothes won't do if you plan on staying in space. Let's get you something more from this century.
Milkshakes? [That does a good job of distracting Thor as he tries to think of if he's even ever had one before. Right, those cold ice cream drinks. Those are tasty.] You can get those out here?
[It's been a rare occasion that Thor is self-conscious about someone else's scrutiny of him, either body or clothes, and he's not about to start now. His Earth clothes are comfortable and he likes them, but some of them are starting to wear a little thin in places. He gives Peter a half-grin, mostly teasing.] This century, hmm? So picky.
Oooh Milkshakes are the best. You can make them with just about any ice-cream but nothing tops chocolate-strawberry milkshakes. Mantis had the last ice-cream, but once we resupply we will get ourselves a few gallons of ice cream.
[ Yes, good. That's a much better subject of conversation: sweets. Peter has a big sweet tooth and he will pick candy over alcohol any day. It's probably just as unhealthy but everyone has his vices. He's not trying to make Thor self-conscious as he is legit trying to get something more suitable for the man once they leave the ship. Peter totally plans on dragging Thor along for the supplies run. ]
I'm not saying they don't look warm but you need something that isn't going to get tear apart easily once we leave the ship. Leather is much more useful.
Oh, I love chocolate. We didn't have it in Asgard, you know. Really missed an opportunity there to bring some of Earth's best food back home a thousand years ago.
[Mm, now he wants some. Mission accomplished, Peter.
He gives the human a sly side glance when he mentions the leather. He's spent centuries in armor, but don't think he hasn't noticed the Guardians have a theme going, as well.]
That's a tragedy. Chocolate is like..idk, man, it tastes like an orgasm feels. I couldn't live without it. I even have some in my room.
[ Thankfully for them both, they still have chocolate around the ship. Groot and Mantis likes it but none of the others are particularly fond of it. Drax finds it too sweet and Rocket says it's bad for his health, so that leaves more chocolate for the rest. Peter still has to convince Nebula to try some, he's trying to get to know her better and win her over. It's a slow process. ]
Well, yes. We are a team, we need to look like it. [ Peter answers naturally, not thinking much of it as if it's the most logical thing. Thor is with them now, so that makes him part of the team. He's trying to pry open the metal door that leads to the auxiliary generator's room but he's not being very successful. ] This damn...thing. Always gets jammed, ugh.
What happens between you and chocolate is personal, Quill.
[Yes, he's teasing, but Peter makes it so easy sometimes.
He goes a little quiet at the mention of the team, because even though he's been with them for a while, there's an anxious part of him that always wonders if he really belongs where he is. If they even want him here. Or even if he's been useful at all. As confident and cocky as he tends to act, a lot of it is just to cover for his own insecurity, especially as he tries to find his footing on the unknown path in front of him.
Luckily, he has an opportunity right now to prove how useful he can be.] Let me give it a try.
[Not to flex or anything, really, but Thor hasn't met a door that could withstand him yet.]
I'll let you know that we have a committed relationship that has lasted decades by now.
[ This is the kind of teasing he can handle so Peter answers without missing a beat, huffing out a laugh. What really annoys Peter is the jabs about his weight Rocket throws at him every now and then.
He's fussing with the door handle and since those are the only sounds reverberating around the corridor, Thor's own silence doesn't go unnoticed. Peter doesn't say anything, far too used to unsaid things between them. Sometimes giving each other some time to sort out their thoughts is for the best.
After a groan, Peter hangs his head down in frustration and glares at the door. He prefers asking for Thor's help under his own terms so he doesn't feel useless himself but since the god is offering now...well, his pride can accept that. Peter takes a couple of steps back, giving Thor room to reach the door. ]
[Thor wastes no time in stepping into the space Peter vacated, ready to make his presence useful. It's as much an affirmation to himself, the god of thunder who'd once ripped apart spaceships with his bare hands without any effort. He may not be the same man he once was, but he's not diminished because of it. Still worthy.
The door handle gives a distressed screech as he turns it, but the bolts slide into place with a loud thunk, letting the door swing open. Thor steps inside and turns to give Peter a grin.]
Yeah, yeah... [ Peter pats him twice on the arm and moves past Thor, trying to hide his smile. He can admit that having people like thor and Drax around is handy sometimes. ] Move along, He-Man, I've got more metal stuff for you to lift if you want to show off.
[ And also because it needs to be moved and Peter can't do it himself.Ehh, details. Peter stands next to the auxiliary generators, checking first the one who is undamaged to make sure it's still in good condition. ]
Did you also learn Aerospace engineering as another elective or do you want me to teach you a few things about the Benatar while we are at it? Rocket added a lot of modifications to the basic engines.
[Details indeed. Thor isn't going to point that out either. He's gotten very good at fooling himself when he wants to, and if this is letting him feel needed, then so much the better.]
Oh, I learned about all kinds of ships. But not all of them are built the same, obviously. [He pokes lightly at the working generator, not touching anything that'd cause problems.] And if Rabbit got his hands on it, I'd expect it to be even less straightforward.
[ One of these days they would have to talk about their problems like adults. But today is not that day as they have other days to keep themselves distracted. ]
This one is very special. But you should have seen my old ship, the Milano. Ohhh, now that was a beauty. Pity it crashed after we almost got killed by the Sovereign. Long story, Rocket's fault. It's also how we ended meeting my father. Even longer story and twice as shitty.
[ Peter looks lost in thought for a few seconds, reminiscing all the times the ship almost got taken down by some person or another trying to kill them. God times, those. ]
Okay, so, I'll give you the basics first then. Rocket made it twice fast as he was before by merging two different kinds of circuits... [ Peter starts to point out the most important parts of the generators and how to maintain them, Those are the ones that need to stay undamaged if they don't want to end stranded in the middle of space as it had happened to Nebula and Tony. ] The extra weapons are controlled from the bridge, I could give you a quick course some other day but if you ask Rocket instead he will be delighted about telling you all the details.
[ He isn't being sarcastic this time. Rocket really likes his weapons and any chance to show off, so it cheers him up when someone ask about ways to blow up things. ]
[Why talk about one's problems like adults when you can just ignore them instead? It's not like it changes things either way, as far as Thor is concerned.
He shakes himself a little to concentrate on what Peter is saying, rubbing his false eye with a knuckle.]
Milano? Isn't that a cookie?
[What? It's the only one he's heard of before.
Either way, he's following along just fine as the systems are explained. Most of it sounds pretty familiar.]
Oh, no doubt. Bet we could find an asteroid field or something so he could show them off. That'd really make his day.
[ Maybe because those problems will eventually come to bite you in the ass. Eventually.
Peter stops his explanation, for once less annoyed at the teasing and more surprised that Thor even knows that. Occasionally he forgets that five years have passed and that the god lived on Earth all this time. ]
Uh. No! Well...yes. Milano is a cookie brand. But the ship was named after a singer from when I was a kid, Alyssa Milano. The Benatar is named after another singer too, Pat Benatar. They're great, I'll show you some of their songs later.
[ There's a theme when it comes to all the things related to Peter and it's either music or 80s pop culture references. ]
You know, that's not a terrible idea. Drax might welcome some action too. [ He closes the generator and gives Thor a nod, then points at the one heavy metal frame next to it. The second generator is still on, but the light it emits is dimmed and its cover is banged. ] I'll say try not to get yourself electrocuted opening it but since you can summon lightning, I imagine that doesn't affect you.
[Sometimes Thor gets a kick out of how flabbergasted people can get when he reveals he knows something very basic about Midgardian culture. Sure, he still has his share of misunderstandings and he hasn't had nearly enough time to catch up on the entirely of modern cinema, but between his time with the Avengers and the establishment of New Asgard, he's had plenty of opportunity to learn new things. Especially junk food.]
Ha, I knew it. [He's not surprised that Quill has even named his ships after singers, though.] Oh, I look forward to it.
Your concern is touching, Quill. [He throws Peter a tired, but cheeky, sort of smile, and turns his attention to the busted generator. It's going to require a bit more muscle than just opening the door, and it takes him a few moments to find the right leverage to lift the damn thing without damaging anything else. Or electrocuting himself, or Peter. That would be rude of him.
So would the commentary he briefly debates adding, regarding the tendency of this ship to stop functioning correctly. He probably shouldn't be pointing fingers in that department.]
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[There, chew on that, Quill.
The suggestion is annoyingly sensible. Probably a bit overly cautious, but what the hell, it's not like they're in a hurry.]
Right. Gimme an hour, maybe.
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Ah, well... [ The Guardian hasn't realized what he was even suggesting with his comment until Thor replied to it. Oh, Drax's constant adoration of Thor might be rubbing on him. He pauses for a second but he's of course not going to back off. Not after Thor's answer, since Peter's sure the God is just pulling his leg. Or that they're playing some sort of chicken game that he accidentally started. ]
The spoon doesn't move. I doubt that controlling your strength is that easy when you're handling something that wiggles in your lap. [ Peter stands up to start cleaning the mess in the kitchen and he can't help but give Thor a smirk before doing so. ] Or that tries to bite you.
[ He would argue that Thor can take more time if he needs rest but if the Lord of Thunder is sure of himself, then so be it. After a casual nod at Thor's general direction, he grabs the empty pots and glasses lying around, putting them on the dishwasher with quick efficiency. ]
I'll be in my own room once I finish this, show up any time you want and then we can go fix the generator.
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I have practice.
[He's not going to push to get the work done ASAP, though. So Quill's declaration is met with a nod, and then a lot of regret at how that just made Thor's headache wobble in his skull.]
Mm. Will do.
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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. ]
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Even if the Benatar wasn't a small ship, it'd be easy enough to find Quill just by the sound of guitar and crooning coming from his room, rather than piped through the intercom from the cockpit. Thor clips his sunglasses over the collar of his shirt, shoves his hair back over his shoulders, and knocks crookedly on the doorframe as he leans in.]
Right on time.
[He's not, but close enough, right?]
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Thor's knocking hadn't been too loud but it still startles Peter into stopping mid-song, his hand going to his chest. ]
Oh, ey, you did show up, I mean...hello.[ Peter clears his throat, runs his hand through his hair and only accomplishes making messier than before, and at last, gives Thor a smile. ] Feeling better?
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But hey, he seems to be in good company, so that makes him feel all the better about it.]
How's everyone?
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[ Peter does notice that Thor looks a bit more put together and gives a small before walking towards him so they can leave. He keeps talking as they start walking. ]
Behaving, for a chance. Nebula is with Rocket and Groot on the cockpit, Mantis is now napping in a happy sugar coma and Drax was almost done with his training the last I saw him.
[ Everyone is safe and alive, which is how Peter likes them best. And yes, Peter could have asked Drax to help him with the repairs, the man is strong enough to lift the metal, but he wanted to try and see if he could get Thor out of his room. ]
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Well, whatever the case, it's good to feel useful. He keeps pace with Quill, nodding along.]
Ah, peace and quiet. I used to hate that, you know, no foes to fight or quests to go on, that sort of thing. It grows on you.
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[ People like Gamora. Peter's voice trails off and he loses a bit of his previous cheerfulness. He tries to keep it together in front of the others, he knows they still miss her like a lost limb, but there are honest to god days that he doesn't know how he can still function. everything is so exhausting.
Fiddling with the panel control once they reach the end of the corridor, Peter opens the door to access the lower levels of the ship. He clears his throat, looking at Thor once again. The casual smile is back on Peter's lips. it seems to be almost ever-present lately. ]
Is there anything you need when we stop for supplies? And don't say alcohol, I'm putting a limit on that no matter ho much Rocket complains.
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But we do need more. [Thor frowns a little. Surely this limit isn't going to be zero, is it?] I don't need much more. ...maybe some new clothes, but that's it.
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We need some, and we will get it...within reason. [ He raises an eyebrows at Thor's frown, nunimpressed. No, he's not about to cut the whole supply, he's not that crazy. The rest of the crew, Peter included, likes to drink from time to time and he doesn't want to deal with a pissed off Raccoon. But it's probably for the best if they keep the drinking to reasonable levels. ] Have you considered switching to milkshakes? I mean, as far as I know, Asgardians need a ton of alcohol for it to start dulling your senses so it's pretty much a waste. And milkshakes are just superior.
[ After a pause and crossing some more doors, Peter looks at Thor all over, not judging his appearance as much as he is eyeing his fashion sense critically. ] Yeah, those clothes won't do if you plan on staying in space. Let's get you something more from this century.
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[It's been a rare occasion that Thor is self-conscious about someone else's scrutiny of him, either body or clothes, and he's not about to start now. His Earth clothes are comfortable and he likes them, but some of them are starting to wear a little thin in places. He gives Peter a half-grin, mostly teasing.] This century, hmm? So picky.
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[ Yes, good. That's a much better subject of conversation: sweets. Peter has a big sweet tooth and he will pick candy over alcohol any day. It's probably just as unhealthy but everyone has his vices. He's not trying to make Thor self-conscious as he is legit trying to get something more suitable for the man once they leave the ship. Peter totally plans on dragging Thor along for the supplies run. ]
I'm not saying they don't look warm but you need something that isn't going to get tear apart easily once we leave the ship. Leather is much more useful.
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[Mm, now he wants some. Mission accomplished, Peter.
He gives the human a sly side glance when he mentions the leather. He's spent centuries in armor, but don't think he hasn't noticed the Guardians have a theme going, as well.]
As in matching outfits?
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[ Thankfully for them both, they still have chocolate around the ship. Groot and Mantis likes it but none of the others are particularly fond of it. Drax finds it too sweet and Rocket says it's bad for his health, so that leaves more chocolate for the rest. Peter still has to convince Nebula to try some, he's trying to get to know her better and win her over. It's a slow process. ]
Well, yes. We are a team, we need to look like it. [ Peter answers naturally, not thinking much of it as if it's the most logical thing. Thor is with them now, so that makes him part of the team. He's trying to pry open the metal door that leads to the auxiliary generator's room but he's not being very successful. ] This damn...thing. Always gets jammed, ugh.
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[Yes, he's teasing, but Peter makes it so easy sometimes.
He goes a little quiet at the mention of the team, because even though he's been with them for a while, there's an anxious part of him that always wonders if he really belongs where he is. If they even want him here. Or even if he's been useful at all. As confident and cocky as he tends to act, a lot of it is just to cover for his own insecurity, especially as he tries to find his footing on the unknown path in front of him.
Luckily, he has an opportunity right now to prove how useful he can be.] Let me give it a try.
[Not to flex or anything, really, but Thor hasn't met a door that could withstand him yet.]
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[ This is the kind of teasing he can handle so Peter answers without missing a beat, huffing out a laugh. What really annoys Peter is the jabs about his weight Rocket throws at him every now and then.
He's fussing with the door handle and since those are the only sounds reverberating around the corridor, Thor's own silence doesn't go unnoticed. Peter doesn't say anything, far too used to unsaid things between them. Sometimes giving each other some time to sort out their thoughts is for the best.
After a groan, Peter hangs his head down in frustration and glares at the door. He prefers asking for Thor's help under his own terms so he doesn't feel useless himself but since the god is offering now...well, his pride can accept that. Peter takes a couple of steps back, giving Thor room to reach the door. ]
Be my guest.
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The door handle gives a distressed screech as he turns it, but the bolts slide into place with a loud thunk, letting the door swing open. Thor steps inside and turns to give Peter a grin.]
Still got it.
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[ And also because it needs to be moved and Peter can't do it himself.Ehh, details. Peter stands next to the auxiliary generators, checking first the one who is undamaged to make sure it's still in good condition. ]
Did you also learn Aerospace engineering as another elective or do you want me to teach you a few things about the Benatar while we are at it? Rocket added a lot of modifications to the basic engines.
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Oh, I learned about all kinds of ships. But not all of them are built the same, obviously. [He pokes lightly at the working generator, not touching anything that'd cause problems.] And if Rabbit got his hands on it, I'd expect it to be even less straightforward.
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This one is very special. But you should have seen my old ship, the Milano. Ohhh, now that was a beauty. Pity it crashed after we almost got killed by the Sovereign. Long story, Rocket's fault. It's also how we ended meeting my father. Even longer story and twice as shitty.
[ Peter looks lost in thought for a few seconds, reminiscing all the times the ship almost got taken down by some person or another trying to kill them. God times, those. ]
Okay, so, I'll give you the basics first then. Rocket made it twice fast as he was before by merging two different kinds of circuits... [ Peter starts to point out the most important parts of the generators and how to maintain them, Those are the ones that need to stay undamaged if they don't want to end stranded in the middle of space as it had happened to Nebula and Tony. ] The extra weapons are controlled from the bridge, I could give you a quick course some other day but if you ask Rocket instead he will be delighted about telling you all the details.
[ He isn't being sarcastic this time. Rocket really likes his weapons and any chance to show off, so it cheers him up when someone ask about ways to blow up things. ]
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He shakes himself a little to concentrate on what Peter is saying, rubbing his false eye with a knuckle.]
Milano? Isn't that a cookie?
[What? It's the only one he's heard of before.
Either way, he's following along just fine as the systems are explained. Most of it sounds pretty familiar.]
Oh, no doubt. Bet we could find an asteroid field or something so he could show them off. That'd really make his day.
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Peter stops his explanation, for once less annoyed at the teasing and more surprised that Thor even knows that. Occasionally he forgets that five years have passed and that the god lived on Earth all this time. ]
Uh. No! Well...yes. Milano is a cookie brand. But the ship was named after a singer from when I was a kid, Alyssa Milano. The Benatar is named after another singer too, Pat Benatar. They're great, I'll show you some of their songs later.
[ There's a theme when it comes to all the things related to Peter and it's either music or 80s pop culture references. ]
You know, that's not a terrible idea. Drax might welcome some action too. [ He closes the generator and gives Thor a nod, then points at the one heavy metal frame next to it. The second generator is still on, but the light it emits is dimmed and its cover is banged. ] I'll say try not to get yourself electrocuted opening it but since you can summon lightning, I imagine that doesn't affect you.
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Ha, I knew it. [He's not surprised that Quill has even named his ships after singers, though.] Oh, I look forward to it.
Your concern is touching, Quill. [He throws Peter a tired, but cheeky, sort of smile, and turns his attention to the busted generator. It's going to require a bit more muscle than just opening the door, and it takes him a few moments to find the right leverage to lift the damn thing without damaging anything else. Or electrocuting himself, or Peter. That would be rude of him.
So would the commentary he briefly debates adding, regarding the tendency of this ship to stop functioning correctly. He probably shouldn't be pointing fingers in that department.]
How the Hel did this get so busted?