Avengers One Shots

(Peter Q.) Unimportant

You sat in your room, your face red from the tears you've cried. Your 'loyal' boyfriend just broke things off.

Two days later he posts a picture with your best friend and him. .

Kissing.

You were devasted. You didn't know what you did wrong. Your colleagues, and friends, were worried.

You were an Avenger. Your special talent was the ability to manipulate mass around you. You could move the air around your enemy, and he'd loose oxygen.

You already tried manipulating the air around yourself, so you suffocated, but it didn't work.

Now you sat on your ass, tissues and candy wrappers scattered on the floor, the TV playing romance movies.

A few days earlier, a bunch of space aliens arrived, and they we're currently staying in the Tower. One in particular kept staring at your rear end.

Peter Quill.

"These movies are so unrealistic." You murmured, wishing you had a guy like the ones in movies.

A knock came to your door. "Go away, I am currently a mental and physical mess." You called out. (Me tho)

The doorknob jiggled anyway. Then you heard a click, and your door opened. Peter Quill stepped into your room.

"I don't want to participate in any sexual activities, Space Punk."

Peter put a hand to his heart, like he was offended. "Ma'am I only came to ask where the bathroom is."

You flickered your wrist, and a wind gust pulled him out, and to the bathroom.

"Damn space people." You muttered, your door closed.

A minute later it opened again. Peter closed the door behind himself. "Why are you crying?" He asked, sitting in a chair by your bed.

You blinked

"Why do you care?" He shrugged.

"I'm just a nice guy."

You rolled your eyes. "My damn boyfriend left me for my friend. I don't know what I did wrong! I gave him so much! I hope he can finally sleep with that whore." You growled.

"He wanted you to sleep with him?" Quill asked. You nodded.

"He didn't listen, just get asking and persisting. Then he left." You wiped your eyes with your sleeve.

"You deserve better." Peter stated bluntly. "No, I don't. I'm a waste of space. A blunder, a failed human."

"I am unimportant."

"No you are not." Peter said.

"Yes I am."

"No you're not."

"You don't even know me,"

"I know you deserve better."

"All you know is my ass."

"Come with me."

"Where?"

Peter grabbed your hand, and dragged you to the window. "You see those stars?" He asked, pointing to the North Star

"Yeah?" He nodded. "You are as important as that star is to a lost sailor at sea."

You smirked. "You are clever, Quill."

"I know."

So basically I have two days before I actually leave. *Jazz Hands*

Here's some low quality work.

It is 11:10 when I write this. Goodnight/Good day.