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The mixtape player sang out as Peter was cleaning up his dirty old ship that had old wrinkled up laundry and crushed beer cans, he was tired of always having a crushing noise happen whenever he would start walking. He would put his dirty clothes in a basket and would put his beer cans in a black hefty bag. The Legendary Outlaw sighed in relief that he had already finished cleaning the dirty old dump he would call a ship and ran his fingers through his hair looking around, well there was a lot more floor for him to walk on now.
His ship was parked right next on the top of the avengers tower…without any permission from any member, but that’s good ol‘ Peter Quill for ya. He opened the door and walked out putting on his red jacket looking up at the night sky freckled with stars that shined brighter than his helmet. He hasn’t been around the city for long, but he has been here long enough to know that things just got even weirder than they were before. Songs singing an awful lot about butts, money, and smoking weed. Teenagers riding on boards that just move on their own, and a lot of cat videos.
Peter definitely did not like this generations music and he didn’t plan on staying here on earth any longer, but he decided to stay on here a couple more days because hey, maybe he’ll end up finding an infinity gem just like the one that is kept safe with the nova corps. He snuck inside the tall building trying to make his way down without anyone actually knowing, his heels gently pressing against the ground as he slowly walked not trying to make a noise, this particular room looked like a lab with it’s test tubes and computers and something which looked like it could be a hologram…perhaps it’s where the bot Ultron was created, he pressed the button to the elevator and the doors slid open with no one inside, he stepped inside the elevator making go down to the first floor/main lobby, he just hoped that things would go this smooth when he was to go back up. Ding! The elevator sounded, the doors opening as a figure stood right before him, his eyes widened as he raised his hands up in surrender “hey! whoa, I surrender!” by g.uardian