A Prelude To Somethng Greater
It had been a few months since that fateful battle that had taken two lives and brought one back. In that time a fair bit had happened to say the least. Firstly, Peter had learnt how to wield various new powers in the form of Mjolnir and his celestial abilities but after He and Thor left the Guardians in the care of Gamora in favour of caring for Love and Peter thought the name was a little on the nose but Thor was happy with it and so was the girl and lastly he eventually had to say goodbye to Venom as it returned to its original planet after learning that others of its species were still alive but it wasn’t a sad departure. Both were content with the time they spent together but their fates were not to be intertwined forever.
Honestly Peter was surprised to how fast and successfully the warrior took on a parental role for the young girl as Thor referred to both himself and Peter affectionately as Love’s uncles which he guessed was true. Quill was brought out of his thoughts as something was deposited on the plate in front of him. “Oh um thanks.” Quill said as Thor gave him a knowing look “It’s my pleasure.” He said before dishing up the food to Love who was busy reading a book that Peter only now knew what it was as he saw the front of it. It was Jane Foster’s theory.
Thor was a mess for a few days after losing his former partner but Peter had been with him every step of the process even if it was far from over even now. “I don’t want pancakes.” Love says slamming the book down and Quill groaned already knowing this was going to end in a tantrum “You like pancakes so you’re going to eat them.” Thor instructed with a point of his finger “I don’t wanna!” Love shouts before her eyes start to glow and Quill knows he has to intervene.
The idea is abrupt and probably wouldn’t work “Hey kid, either you eat those pancakes that your uncle worked hard to make or you can stay in your room instead of joining us in the fight.” He gave love the dilemma that she reluctant accepted and ate the breakfast “See? There pretty good.” Peter said smirking at the pleased expression on the girl’s face as they both ate the food. “Thank you.” Thor nodded before finishing his drink as Quill took his plate over to the sink. “No problem, I for one thought it was great.” He gives a thumbs up before pressing a quick kiss to Thor’s cheek.
Once everyone had finished they all moved to the hallway to help Love get ready for the fight they were all walking towards. While yes she was a little girl, being from eternity had given her some abilities that were not to be messed with. More than once had Thor needed to protect himself from her laser eyes with various cooking equipment and the latest loss was a frying pan.
As Thor helped to lace up Love’s snow boots Peter could help but where he left Mjolnir. He could hear it but last night had then drinking in preparation for today and now he managed to lose the Asgardian weapon and if tried to call it back then it might create a few holes in the small portable houses walls.
Soon enough the former ravager stumbles upon the hammer with a…makeover. Picking it up still stunned him to this day. Peter had no idea how he was able to wield the ancient hammer but for some reason it deemed him worthy and he wasn’t going to object but he was going to ask Love why it was decorated with lipstick and feathers. He steps back into the hallways where Thor is now wielding Stormbreaker and adorned In the blue and gold armour whilst the little girl looked like she was off for a hike.
“Do you want to tell me why we decided to give Mjolnir here a little redo?” Peter asked “Because it looked sad before and he looks happy.” She explained and as Quill used it to summon his own protective armour and as a result Mjolnir returned to its original state. “Alright kid here’s how it going to go, we are going to protect the happy people over there. They’re the good ones and the ones on that side are the bad guys.” He explains as they all step off the ramp. “Got it, protect the good ones and laser the bad guys.” She echoes.
They all prepare to run into battle but as the others run ahead Peter stops as he feels somebody watching him. An instinct that had saved him for than once so he looks around for the presence until he saw a large figure in the sky.
“Peter Jason Quill, half-blooded celestial, you have been chosen.” The overlarge baby faced figure pointed at him and he only had a second to react “What the-“ He’s suddenly ripped from the field and placed somewhere both familiar and unfamiliar.
Why was nothing ever simple?
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