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[#013] Nothing But Blue Skies (Marvel Cinematic Universe)
Theme Prompt: #013 – Clear Skies
Title: Nothing But Blue Skies
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe [NO ENDGAME SPOILERS]
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 577
Summary: The Guardians are trying to make an escape and things get a little messy.
The job is finished, the work done, and the Guardians of the Galaxy are preparing for take off and heading off to their next job. Things had gone fairly smoothly (for once) and Peter was in his quarters, getting ready for what was looking to be a clean escape from the planet in question. Before he had dropped inside, the skies and been nothing but clouds and stars. He feels the ship start to lift off from his place in the quarters, and a small smile crosses his face as they head up into the freedom of space.
At least, until things predictably go wrong, as per usual.
“I thought you said we had clear skies!”
Rocket’s voice explodes through the comms, sounding far more irritated than usual. While Rocket is one to imply that Quill isn’t capable of doing his job quite often, in this particular instance Peter knows what he saw. He knows that they had a clean route of escape.
“What the hell do you –”
His protest is cut short by the Milano suddenly rocking to the side, slamming Peter into the wall of the ship. He scrambles to try and find his way to his feet again, before the ship suddenly barrel rolls and he finds himself scrambling again as he’s thrown through his quarters.
“Rocket, what the hell are you doing?” Gamora’s voice is the response this time, as Peter scrambles to his door to find his way to the cockpit.
“I’m trying to save our asses, thank you for asking.”
“I am Groot.”
“Ignore him, I’m doing a fantastic job, thank you very much.”
The ship rocks again, and Peter finds himself stumbling straight into Drax, colliding with the hard mountain of a man and trying to suppress the groan of pain that comes with it. “Drax, what are you doing here?”
“The ship is under attack. I must go launch myself into the abyss in order to battle for our honor.”
“No, no, you’re not.”
Peter manages to get enough leverage to turn Drax around and shove him towards the safely strapped in seats in the cockpit. As they emerge onto the bridge and the open windows of space sit above them, they can easily see the explosions happening around them, managing to slide into their seats and strap in before Rocket throws them into another breakneck barrel roll.
“Will you stop that?” Peter sighs as they’re righted back into position again. “You can avoid our deaths while also flying in a straight line.”
“Shut it, Quill, I’m trying to save our lives here.”
He grumbles as he grips tightly on the arms of the seat, watching as they continue to dart through the ships as they head faster and faster towards the jump point. The unseen hexagons in the sky open up and soon they’re shooting through the doorway, watching space flash by them in bright neon colors. Soon, they drop out at their arrival jump point, and they find themselves basking in the stars and calmness of space.
There’s a moment of silence as they all catch their breath, taking the time to release their fingers from the arms of the seat and allow the adrenaline to settle out of their system. For a moment, they very briefly seem like things are going to be fine. And then Rocket turns around in his seat and opens his mouth.
“That, Quill,” Rocket points out. “That is clear skies.”
Title: Nothing But Blue Skies
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe [NO ENDGAME SPOILERS]
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 577
Summary: The Guardians are trying to make an escape and things get a little messy.
The job is finished, the work done, and the Guardians of the Galaxy are preparing for take off and heading off to their next job. Things had gone fairly smoothly (for once) and Peter was in his quarters, getting ready for what was looking to be a clean escape from the planet in question. Before he had dropped inside, the skies and been nothing but clouds and stars. He feels the ship start to lift off from his place in the quarters, and a small smile crosses his face as they head up into the freedom of space.
At least, until things predictably go wrong, as per usual.
“I thought you said we had clear skies!”
Rocket’s voice explodes through the comms, sounding far more irritated than usual. While Rocket is one to imply that Quill isn’t capable of doing his job quite often, in this particular instance Peter knows what he saw. He knows that they had a clean route of escape.
“What the hell do you –”
His protest is cut short by the Milano suddenly rocking to the side, slamming Peter into the wall of the ship. He scrambles to try and find his way to his feet again, before the ship suddenly barrel rolls and he finds himself scrambling again as he’s thrown through his quarters.
“Rocket, what the hell are you doing?” Gamora’s voice is the response this time, as Peter scrambles to his door to find his way to the cockpit.
“I’m trying to save our asses, thank you for asking.”
“I am Groot.”
“Ignore him, I’m doing a fantastic job, thank you very much.”
The ship rocks again, and Peter finds himself stumbling straight into Drax, colliding with the hard mountain of a man and trying to suppress the groan of pain that comes with it. “Drax, what are you doing here?”
“The ship is under attack. I must go launch myself into the abyss in order to battle for our honor.”
“No, no, you’re not.”
Peter manages to get enough leverage to turn Drax around and shove him towards the safely strapped in seats in the cockpit. As they emerge onto the bridge and the open windows of space sit above them, they can easily see the explosions happening around them, managing to slide into their seats and strap in before Rocket throws them into another breakneck barrel roll.
“Will you stop that?” Peter sighs as they’re righted back into position again. “You can avoid our deaths while also flying in a straight line.”
“Shut it, Quill, I’m trying to save our lives here.”
He grumbles as he grips tightly on the arms of the seat, watching as they continue to dart through the ships as they head faster and faster towards the jump point. The unseen hexagons in the sky open up and soon they’re shooting through the doorway, watching space flash by them in bright neon colors. Soon, they drop out at their arrival jump point, and they find themselves basking in the stars and calmness of space.
There’s a moment of silence as they all catch their breath, taking the time to release their fingers from the arms of the seat and allow the adrenaline to settle out of their system. For a moment, they very briefly seem like things are going to be fine. And then Rocket turns around in his seat and opens his mouth.
“That, Quill,” Rocket points out. “That is clear skies.”
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