𝙢𝙧. 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚🕷 (PETER PARKER X OC)

• 11. failure 101 •

• JUNE'S POV •
𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕒𝕕𝕥

"You know Thor?" Mr. Stark asked.

"Yeah. Tall guy, not that good looking, needed saving," Quill answered.

Dr. Strange interjected. "Where is he now?"

•

"The hell happened to this planet?" Quill groaned. "It's 8 degrees off it's axis. Gravitational pull is all over the place."

Mr. Stark let out a shaky breath. "Yeah. We got one advantage. He's coming to us. We'll use it. All right, I have a plan. Or at least the beginnings of one. It's pretty simple. We draw him in, pin him down, get what we need. Definitely don't wanna dance with this guy. We just want the gauntlet."

Peter turned to me and leaned down to whisper in my ear. "You should take your meds."

I nodded gratefully and pulled out my medicine. I grabbed two pills, about to throw them in my mouth when Mr. Stark caught my arm.

"What are those?" He exclaimed. "Are those drugs?"

Quill laughed sarcastically. "Wow. Now is totally the time to do drugs."

I shook my head. "Mr. Stark—"

He cut me off. "What are these?"

"I need them. I don't wanna say," I replied.

"Tell me. Now," he demanded.

"Ok!" I frowned. "I've got schizophrenia. These are my meds. Can I take them now?"

Mr. Stark pauses before letting go of my hand. He looked me up and down before clearing his throat.

"See," Quill began. "Not winging it isn't really what my friends do."

Peter held me close to him. "Uh, what exactly is it that they do?"

"Kick names, take ass," Mantis said.

"All right just get over here please," Mr. Stark sighed. "Mr. Lord can you gets your folks to circle up?"

"Star-Lord is fine," he smiled softly.

Mr. Stark nodded. "We need to coalesce. Because if all we come at him with is a plucky attitude—"

"Dude, don't call us plucky," Quill interrupted. "We don't know what it means. All right, we're optimistic, yes. I like your plan. Except, it sucks. So let me do the plan and that way it might be really good."

"Tell him about the dance off to save the universe," Giant asked.

"What dance off?" Mr. Stark asked.

"Nothing," Quill replies quickly.

"Like in Footloose?" Peter and I asked in unison.

"Exactly like Footloose," Quill grinned. "Is it still the greatest movie in history?"

"It never was," Peter scoffed.

"Don't encourage this, all right? We're getting no help from this Flash Gordon over here."

"Flash Gordon?" Quill said. "That a compliment. Don't forget, I'm half human. So that 50% of me that's stupid...that's 100% you."

Mr. Stark shot back, "your math is blowing my mind."

Mantis butt in. "Excuse me? But does your friend often do that?"

She meant Dr. Strange, who was in a zen position, his head moving rapidly from side to side.