[ Apparently Peter forgot about the no violence rule too, however briefly, because as the men threw themselves at him with the help of the Enhancements tattooed into their legs, Peter shrank back, splaying a hand to call up his barrier.
Ultimately unnecessary, thankfully, and he should laugh as the wards launch the two men back onto their asses, except his brain has switched over into panic mode, only sees four angry men against his lonely one. It might’ve been the flash of red that set him off, or it might’ve been the shock of meeting familiar faces after these months of freedom, or it might’ve been that he sees McKenna picking himself up off the floor back there, and he remembers the guy kicking his ass on the regular back in the day, but regardless, Peter’s not thinking straight, is desperately mapping out the exits and his odds of getting there. (Peter Quill is unavailable right now, but your call is appreciated. Please leave a message after the tone.)
The remaining two men stalk forward, faces twisted into sneers, and Peter backs away with his hands up. His mouth moves faster than his mind, babbling some nonsense about needing to take it easy, or just calm down, okay? or let’s not do anything stupid—
Madigan’s abrupt presence seems to take everyone by surprise, though, and Peter has a brief, surreal second to wonder where the hell she came from before he remembers, oh, right. she runs the place. Thanks to her heels, the merc in front of her – a chubby guy who wears most of his weight in his gut, with a thick beard and graying hair – tops out at about her chin, and he scowls up at her. Wickman. And the guy behind him – a thin, greasy-looking guy with dark, thin hair tied back into a ponytail – Rivera. Both of them pretty high up on the totem pole, as far as their gang went. ]
Problem? There’s no problem. [ Despite his words, Wickman says it with acid in his already gravelly voice – the voice of someone who either eats nails for breakfast or smokes three packs a day. His gaze shifts over to Peter, who tries not to flinch at the fire in his eyes. ] Us and the guy cowerin’ behind you, we’re old friends. Been such a long time since we talked. We was just gonna invite him outside to catch up.
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Ultimately unnecessary, thankfully, and he should laugh as the wards launch the two men back onto their asses, except his brain has switched over into panic mode, only sees four angry men against his lonely one. It might’ve been the flash of red that set him off, or it might’ve been the shock of meeting familiar faces after these months of freedom, or it might’ve been that he sees McKenna picking himself up off the floor back there, and he remembers the guy kicking his ass on the regular back in the day, but regardless, Peter’s not thinking straight, is desperately mapping out the exits and his odds of getting there. (Peter Quill is unavailable right now, but your call is appreciated. Please leave a message after the tone.)
The remaining two men stalk forward, faces twisted into sneers, and Peter backs away with his hands up. His mouth moves faster than his mind, babbling some nonsense about needing to take it easy, or just calm down, okay? or let’s not do anything stupid—
Madigan’s abrupt presence seems to take everyone by surprise, though, and Peter has a brief, surreal second to wonder where the hell she came from before he remembers, oh, right. she runs the place. Thanks to her heels, the merc in front of her – a chubby guy who wears most of his weight in his gut, with a thick beard and graying hair – tops out at about her chin, and he scowls up at her. Wickman. And the guy behind him – a thin, greasy-looking guy with dark, thin hair tied back into a ponytail – Rivera. Both of them pretty high up on the totem pole, as far as their gang went. ]
Problem? There’s no problem. [ Despite his words, Wickman says it with acid in his already gravelly voice – the voice of someone who either eats nails for breakfast or smokes three packs a day. His gaze shifts over to Peter, who tries not to flinch at the fire in his eyes. ] Us and the guy cowerin’ behind you, we’re old friends. Been such a long time since we talked. We was just gonna invite him outside to catch up.