MARVEL IMAGINES

Nevermind ~ Peter Quill

"Come on, Bug! Give it back!" I giggle as Peter tries, yet again, to swipe his leather jacket out of my small hands. And once again, I dodge him just in time, dancing out of the way.

"But Peter," I slip the jacket over my slim shoulders, leaving my hair tucked into it. "It's so comfortable!" He huffs.

"I don't care, you have your own jacket!" I jut my bottom lip out, feigning sadness.

"But yours is warm and cuddly!" He rolls his eyes.

"Maybe that's because it's, like, three sizes too big for you?!" I giggle again and bolt one way and he goes the other. I make sure we stay the same distance away.

"If you give it back now," Another failed rescue attempt. "I'll make you Mac N' Cheese. Sound good?" I put my pointer finger on my chin as I "think it over."

"Hmm...how about, no?" Now he pouts.

"But Bug, I'm getting chilly!" I shake my head playfully.

"You're the great Starlord. You don't get chilly!" He rolls his eyes and I just run away from him once more as he tries, in vain, to reclaim the piece of leather I now hold hostage, having taken it off earlier. He grunts as he just barely misses. Well, he would've got it, but he trip over his own feet and fell to the floor.

"Fine. If you're going to be rude, I think I'll just stay down here. The floor is actually nice to me." I laugh.

"Um, babe? The floor just hit you in the face." I hold my stomach in my fit of giggles as he stands once more, and then begins stomping around and jumping up and down.

"Uh, what, might I ask, are you doing?" He grunts, as if that explains everything. I roll my eyes. He notices and stops, speaking.

"I'm returning the favor." And I fall over, laughing so hard I can't breathe.

"P-Peter, that's so stupid!" He comes over to me and I zip away, hearing a loud thwack sound, before feeling an immense pain in my little toe. I cry out and stop running, sitting on a chair quickly.

"Bug?!" Peter calls out worriedly. I look up at him as he stands in front of me, and give him a weak smile. He crouches to where we're face-to-face.

"Let me see." He says, reaching for my foot.

"N-No, I'm fine!" I lie. I always have been a terrible liar.

"Bug, let me see." He says sternly. I sigh in defeat and stick the injured toe out, wincing in pain when I move it. As careful as if it were glass, Peter moves my foot around, trying not to move the piggy. I flinch when he touches it and he apologizes swiftly.

I feel like crying. I mean, I've hit the thing before, just never this hard! I let out a shaky breath as he finishes his check up.

"You hit it good! C'mon, let's get you some ice." And without waiting for my answer, he scoops me up, makes it to where I'm on his back, and he trots to the kitchen, setting me on the clean, marble counter. from here I can see the ship out front.

He gets me an ice pack, wraps it in a cloth, and hands it to me gently.

"Peter, thank you. Here." I say, handing him his jacket. He takes it, turns, then turns back. He hands it back to me.

"You know what, you wear it. It's way hotter on you anyways. And I'm not cold." I blush and shake my head.

"No, I'm fine. Take it," He huffs and sets it over my form, making sure it covers my shoulders good. I sigh. "Why are you always so stubborn?" He grins.

"Cause, Bug. Someone's gotta make sure you stay nice and happy." I poke his nose and return his grin with a wide one of my own. He hugs me.

"How's the toe?"

"Hm, it's feeling better. I've just never hit it that hard." He looks at me sympathetically.

"I'm sorry that happened." I shake my head.

"It's not like you made me do it. I'll survive." He wraps his arms tighter around me.

"Phew! I don't know what I'd do if you weren't here! I just don't even want to think about it!" I have to say, I'm touched he cares so much about me!

"I'll always be here. I don't fit in anywhere else." He kisses my forehead.

"You fit in everywhere! Everyone who's ever met you loves you!" I nod , faking seriousness.

"Mhm, that's why you blurted out how pretty I was the first time you saw me. Right?" His cheeks turn crimson and I laugh.

"Shut it, you. Or I'll take my jacket back." I gasp.

"You wouldn't dare," He nods, pretending to be serious, but failing. I laugh and put my forehead to his. "You said it yourself, I'm too hot in it to take it away." I stick my tongue out and he chuckles, the pain in my foot now forgotten.

Okay, sorry if this one is terrible, and that it's a big short, I tried stretching it out. Love y'all!!! Till next time.

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