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[ Peter's life was frequently a series of unfortunate events, one strung along after the other. Sometimes jobs were few and far between. Sometimes jobs went south in a spectacular way. Sometimes they got stiffed or shorted on payment, and there wasn't much they could do about it but posture threateningly or wreck the place, the former of which was largely ineffective, the latter of which typically landed them in jail.

But his life had its ups, too. He lives in motherfucking space. He's captain of his own ship. He has a crew, friends, and a new family all rolled into one (though he'd never tell those assholes aloud, because 1.) they are assholes and, 2.) open displays of affection like that would probably make them barf, and he doesn't want to clean that crap up, and 3.) they are assholes).

He's not sure where their current predicament falls on the spectrum of those ups and downs. Surprisingly, Peter didn't actually start this bar brawl; in fact, he had been an innocent bystander during the proceedings, simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time. At times, Peter simply seems to be a magnet for trouble. This time, he happened to catch the wandering eye of a Xandarian man, whose overly jealous boyfriend had decided to take matters into his own hands -- by taking out the competition.

And as they tend to in all bars, the fight got out of hand, caught on like wildfire until all of the bar's patrons became involved. Peter's still weighing the pros and cons of it as he's sliding into the cover of an overturned table next to Gamora. There's a large, angry bruise discoloring his left eye, and his lower lip is split, but they don't seem to be causing him much discomfort, if his bright expression is anything to go by. ]

The good news is-- [ His voice is far too light for the trouble the two of them are currently in. Apparently Gamora will be forced to listen to him as he tries to decide where this situation falls on his scale. ] --at least we don't have to pay our tab.

[Gamora could say many things at that moment. But she's found that her glares can be just as effective, and so he gives Quill her You-are-an-idiot™
™ glare and hopes he'll get the message. The message being he's an idiot.]

This situation might not be entirely your fault. [And she doesn't sound entirely convinced at that, because she isn't. She was there, she knows Quill didn't even open his mouth, but at this point she's willing to bet she has some sort of hidden pissing-people-off power. How else can he explain that trouble seems to happen wherever he goes?

But being angry at him won't change a thing so she focuses on the bar instead. Possible exits, ways to handle all of this quickly and (the hardest part) without killing anyone innocent. Not that anyone in this bar could be really considered 'innocent', but Kevin Bacon wouldn't kill simply to get out of the mess.

Would he?]

Our best option is to try to get ouside through the main door. It is unlikely they will follow us for long. I handle left flank. You handle right?

Might not be? [ He practically splutters it, a hand splayed on his chest. He looks outraged. Scandalized, even. ] Gamora, I am innocent of all wrong-doing, here! Like, for real this time. I mean, do I look like I could even hurt a fly?

[ At about that point, someone reaches over the edge of the table to grab a hold of the back of Peter's collar -- ostensibly to drag him out of cover. The alien doesn't get the chance, however, as Peter's quick to grab the man's wrist and yank him forward, flipping him over the table and over Peter's shoulder. When the alien goes sprawling, Peter wastes no time in grabbing up one of his blasters and slamming the butt of his weapon down on the man's throat.

Peter purses his lips, annoyed at the interruption. His attacker, meanwhile, merely coughs and wheezes on the ground in front of them. Staying silent a second or two longer, looks back up at Gamora and sighs. ]

Fine, fine, I'll handle right. [ He sounds so defeated as he takes up his second blaster; it’s a lot easier to punch people with his guns than with his fists. ] On your signal, then?

[She just looks at the alien currently coughing his lungs off (or the equivalent, she doesn't know his particular biology) in front of them with a raised eyebrow, then back at Quill.]

Well, he's not a fly I suppose.

[She grabs the gun from the holster on her waist, and after a quick check tomake sure it's charged (of course) she makes a show of taking the security off.]

Try to keep not hurting flies on your way out, Quill. You need it if you want to survive. 3... 2... 1...

[And she's off. Some would scream with the adrenaline high, but Gamora simply gets the job done.]

[ Oh, well, if Gamora's bringing out the big guns (rather literally), then Peter considers that tacit permission to use his.

It's why his grin goes from playful to eager. He loves a good bar fight.

Unlike Gamora, Peter whoops as he rolls out of cover, rising to a knee and firing off several shots -- low electrical pulses meant to stun rather than kill, though that isn't to say finding oneself on the wrong side of his blaster isn't painful. Several brawlers seize and collapse, and Peter's surging forward, punching and firing and ducking errant blows as he goes. His side of the fight probably isn't as graceful or efficient as Gamora's, but what the Terran lacks in formal training, he more than makes up for with style and panache.

And also? A killer right hook. That poor blue-skinned dude had no idea what hit him, as he crumples to a heap on the ground. ]

[Gamora won't admit it because it's her job, and not a hobby. But she actually really enjoys a good fight. The problem is: this is not a good fight. This is just kicking a couple of people around, shooting a few non-lethal blasters and walking away completely unharmed and that's more frustrating than anything.

But she's here so she might as well enjoy herself. Or try to. She dodges a couple of badly aimed hits, then hits two aliens on the back of their necks at the same time. They go down, so she can focus on the ones lounging at her- she uses her legs for those, and soon there's three aliens being sent off towards different walls of the place. She could be reaching for the door already but the thing would have taken a couple second total and would have been incredibly anticlimactic.

And she hasn't even had to use her gun yet. So she does just that, shooting at a blue humanoid alien jumping straight at Quill's back with a pretty huge and sharp-looking knife. He ends up on the floor, letting out a whimper of pain. Quill could have taken care of that one, probably, but it's more fun this way.]

[ he was, in fact, just about to turn to dispatch the alien in question, but the shot from Gamora's blaster takes care of him before Peter can even say, "Redbone." Not that he was going to say "Redbone" in the first place, but still.

It's why he aims a pout her way, shoulders slumping dejectedly, before he's twisting out of the way of a drunkenly aimed punch. He recognizes his attacker as the jealous boyfriend who had started this whole mess, and Peter smiles in pleasant surprise, looking for all the world as though he's just run into an old friend. ]

Hey, it's you again--!

[ It's all he has time to say before the man is coming at him again, though this time he's wielding an empty glass bottle. Peter ducks beneath his wild swing and drives his shoulder into the man's gut. After that, it's easy enough to flip him over his shoulder onto a miraculously intact table.

... well. It was intact until the man's crashing down on top of it. Less intact, now. Peter offers the groaning man an apologetic shrug then dashes for the door.

Even with the cacophony of the brawl all around him, Peter's always had a sensitive ear for certain sounds -- like tumblers clicking into place as he picked a lock, or the brush of air as someone tried to silently sneak up on him, or the sounds of sirens, especially. And it's sirens that he can hear now. He murmurs a curse and lets out a loud whistle to catch Gamora's attention. ]

Time to wrap it up. Cops on the way!

[What they had planned on doing: kicking their way out of here without much fuss, trying to not call attention to themselves. What they are actually doing: kicking as many ass as possible, and definitely making sure everyone pays attention to them. Gamora will blame Quill for this later but truth is? She isn't exactly springing for the door either. It feels good to let loose every now and then.

That's why she lets out the tiniest grunt of frustration in acknowledgement to Quill's warning, because she can hear the sirens as well and she's pretty sure this counts as 'illegal'. Even if they managed to charm the officers it's just better to avoid them altogether. So she shoots a couple of precise shoots to bring some more bullies down and leave them unconscious until the police gets there, and then follows Quill towards the door.]

I used to be able to go drinking without ending up tangled in this kind of mess.

[ His voice takes on a sing-song lilt: ] Booooring.

[ The noise of the sirens draws uncomfortably close, and when they exit the bar, Peter can see the flashing lights from their vehicles on the walls some distance away. He nods his head in a direction and quickly starts running, trusting Gamora to follow.

He's also trusting that she won't leave him in the dust, which she absolutely could. ]

Another bright side? Never a dull moment, right?

[There's a split second where she's tempted to do just that, run away and not look back and live an actual decent life where she doesn't get involved into bar fights because of Peter's pelvic sorcery or whatever it is that always ends up getting him in trouble. It's not that she wants a boring life, but this is definitely not what she signed up for when she decided it was the moment to betray Thanos.

As always, she decides against it and follows Peter instead. Because she's mad now, and this is her life. But at least she's got friends by her side, and while it's not something she will ever say out loud (Rocket would laugh, Drax wouldn't understand, Groot would probably do something touching and made her cry and Quill is Quill) she wouldn't trade that for the world.]

You could have waited until I finished my drink to start flirting, Quill. What a loss of units.

I wasn't! I literally wasn't! I was just sitting there!

[ He wrinkles his nose and pouts. ]

Seriously, man. I am completely innocent, for once. My only fault here is bein' so damn good looking.

[Have a look at the most incredulous face, Peter. If it looks good and natural on Gamora, it's probably because she's had a lot of practice.]

Oh, you were definitely not just 'sitting there', Quill. I know your- your- sorcery. [She scoffs. She still hasn't found a better word for it. Maybe it's his attitude, or the fact that he's pretty much shameless. But this isn't the first fight they get into because of some stupid flirting, and she gets the feeling it won't be the last.] I don't understand how you do it. But you need to stop it.

Is it a Terran thing?

[ For a second there, he opens his mouth to argue further -- but mostly his counterpoint consisted of even more outraged spluttering and saying things like, Seriously. I just sat there! This is indeed one of the rare instances where Peter isn't actually at fault, and he wants to stress that as much as possible. Instead, his lips purse together as he halts in his tracks. He regards her carefully.

And then, he smiles. ]

Why? [ He waggles his eyebrows at her. ] Is it totally working for you? Is it becoming a distraction?

In your dreams.

[She crosses her arms in front of her chest, her body language no less relaxed. If anything she looks a tad jumpy, but she makes a point to keep on looking at Quill straight in the eyes. It's not that Peter isn't charming. She's following him one quadrant of the galaxy to another, of course she's aware of his charm.

She just knows better than to believe any the flirting.]

I will not become another notch in your bedpost.

[ He holds up his hands, as if to appear unthreatening. It's never a good idea to get on Gamora's bad side, after all, especially given how awkward it can make things on a ship as small as the Milano. And given how frequently personalities clash on the team, defusing any situations before they have time to ignite is always a good idea. It's as much a tactic for his own self-preservation as it is a tactic to help her relax. ]

Hey, hey, I know that. [ And his voice softens a little; he sounds sincere. ] I was just joking around with you. Trust me, I got your message loud and clear a while ago. Remember? You nearly cut out my jugular.

[Yes, she had. She'd been so close that moment she still remembered his breath on her. And she's been tiptoeing the line between finding him charming and attractive and refusing to be the new addition to pretty long list ever since. It's easier when they are kept busy, when they keep jumping from quadrant to quadrant. Not so easy when he's like this.

Her glare softens, but she doesn't uncross her arms.]

If you weren't using your sorcery on that alien why did his boyfriend try to smash your face to pieces?

Uh, hello? [ He circles his face with a gesture. ] Have you seen me? Do you see how hot I am?

[ He pauses, then immediately adds, ] I mean that objectively. Obviously. Not that you-- uh. You know. [ He waves a hand. ] Are interested. Like we established.

I just mean-- the guy probably took a look at me and was like, "Wow, what I wouldn't give for a piece'a' that." And then his boyfriend was like, "Grrr, aaargh, smaaash."

[Gamora is doing her best to keep herself from rolling her eyes. Quill is definitely not helping by being so ridiculous about the entire situation.]

It's not that. [She opens her mouth to add 'not that you aren't attractive' but Quill doesn't need the ego boost at all, so she happily skips over that. Makes it easier for her to ignore it if Quill doesn't think he's 'distracting'.]

It's your... personality. The way you carry yourself around. You make yourself be seen.

[ He nods, heaving a sigh. ] On account of how handsome I am, I know.

[ He's being obtuse on purpose, of course, but the act only lasts for a moment longer. He lets out another sigh -- genuine this time -- and runs a hand through his hair. ]

So you're sayin' I should, what, try to be less noticeable? Should I hunch my shoulders and make myself small or something?

[The thought makes her chuckle.]

That could work, if you really did manage to make yourself small. But again it's a part of your personality people find amusing. It's why we follow you. And you can't make yourself less charming any more than I can make myself less deathly.

[That would be changing Quill, and she decided shortly after meeting him that she didn't actually want to change him. If she's honest with herself- and even if she isn't always honest with others, she's not so big on lying to herself- she wouldn't have it any other way. Now that they have ran way from the police and they have calmed down she's lost some of the tension.]

We make do, Quill.

[ Her assessment makes him freeze in surprise, eyes wide and lips parted. Peter is not an honest person -- the type who speaks constantly but reveals little. Working with thieves and mercenaries most of his life meant that he's more used to half-truths and insults in his day-to-day conversations.

That Gamora should-- laugh, in a way that seemed affectionate, that she should call him charming in practically the same breath-- well. It's not something he would have expected.

He almost wishes she had insulted him, rather than dropped that truth bomb.

It's why he clears his throat, eyes darting to the ground; he rubs the back of his neck. ]

Yeah. [ He licks his lips. ] Guess we have to.

[ Peter falls silent for a second before dragging his eyes up back to hers. He clears his throat again, suddenly nervous, and says, ] Thanks, uh. Thanks for the save back there. I owe you one.

[Gamora just looks at him a little lost. She doesn't think she's said anything he didn't already know, if anything she thought she was stroking his ego too much (again).]

You are welcome but there's no need to thank me. We're are a crew. I told you once, I will always be glad to die around friends. I just wish you didn't seem to be in such a rush to get to the 'dying' part of it.

Did I say something wrong?

What? No, I just--

[ He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, trying to figure out how best to phrase this without sounding like a dick.

He settles on this: ]

I've just got a lot of issues.

[ Which is true enough. He offers her a small, self-deprecating smile. ]

I mean, that's not news, but you get what I mean.

[Gamora just stares at him, and then nods. Because that's indeed not news, that's like Quill 101 and honestly 'a lot of issues' doesn't even begin to cover the mystery that is Star-Lord. Quill keeps on boosting his own ego so much, but Gamora says one nice thing and suddenly it's all awkward?]

Quill, were you hurt during the battle? I thought you enjoyed these- squabbles. "A bit of both", remember?

[ At that, he allows himself a small laugh. ]

I mean-- [ He gestures to his face, where a black eye seems to be settling in. ] That dude did get a pretty good hit in. Might've rattled something loose.

peter and gamora fighting together, back to back.

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