Marvel Imagines: Book Two

This Isn't Taco Bell (Peter Quill X Reader)

It was no secret that you were prone to making more mistakes than most. Whether that be forgetting where you're supposed to be going, or accidentally getting in the way during a mission. Stephen had warned the Avengers of your. . . klutzy behaviour before they recruited you and took you to the compound, and maybe they should've listened.

At first, you had managed to limit your mistakes down to very few a week, and it mainly consisted of stupid things like dropping glasses or losing your shoes. The team couldn't understand why Strange was so worried about you, his daughter, when you seemed to be getting through life just fine.

But then week three came along, and they understood. More often than not, you would find yourself tripping over air or sometimes Peters webs. Steve had received the brunt of your klutzy actions. Within a week, you had managed to accidentally shoot him, form a portal beneath him whilst you were asleep, and even set his clothes on fire.

It was safe to say that you were both clumsy and unlucky.

Your dad had insisted you come home, but you refused, claiming to be improving. That was a total lie. Still, anything you accidentally did to your new team was nothing compared to what you managed to do to yourself. Opening portals was something you found extremely easy, however, fifty percent of the time you managed to go somewhere completely wrong.

The compound was fairly quiet. If you focused hard enough you could hear the beating the punching bag was receiving from Steve just down the hall. Almost everyone else was on the other side of the world, taking down some hydra base. Steve would have gone with them if he wasn't still recovering from the bullet you lodged in his side.

Sighing, you slide across the floor in your captain America socks. Unsurprisingly, the compound is freezing, one of the many downsides of living with a super soldier who doesn't notice the cold. You turn the corner, entering the kitchen lit with dim, low hanging lights.

"Dammit, Wilson." You hiss as you find your hidden box of pop tarts to be empty. Hidden because Steve had a thing with healthy eating and diet plans. The only person who knew where they were was Sam, and knowing him, he will of eaten them because he was sick of pretending to enjoy apples.

You rummage through the rest of the cupboards, grumbling when each opened door reveals nothing but dust and the crumbs of snacks Steve had long since binned. As if to emphasis your hunger, your stomach growls, demanding to be fed.

While heading back to your room to change into more appropriate clothing, you slip, bash your foot against one of many walls. "Mother fucking floor, stop being so slippery." You push open the door to your room, still grumbling about your little mess up.

Within less than two minutes, you had changed out of your pyjamas and into a pair of jeans and a hoodie. While sliding your feet into your shoes, you clear your mind and picture the one thing you wanted more than anything else.

"Okay, Taco Bell, you better not have a line because Steve will kill me when he figures out I left without telling him." You roll your shoulders, take a deep, not so calming breath and draw a circle with your hands, opening a portal that resembled a swirling sparkler in the dark. Without checking you had opened the portal properly, you step through.

Typical.

"This isn't Taco Bell." You mumble to yourself, looking up and down the ship you seem to be standing it. There was nothing else it could be, the engines seemed to create more noise than they should. Silence was not something this aircraft understood, you hated to think what it was like during anytime requiring stealth.

"Hey, how'd you get on here?" You spin on your heel, stumbling slightly as you come face to face with a woman with green skin and dark hair that fades to a pink-purple. She watches you, eyes burning into you like two really well aimed blow torches.

Your mouth opens and closes, "You don't happen to be related to Stanley Ipkiss, do you?" Possibly the wrong this to say but you couldn't help it. The woman, alien, mask lookalike advances forward, a hand hovering over the dagger strapped to her side. "Alright, jesus, take a chill pill, man."

"Jesus? You from Earth?" A man comes to stand at the end of one of the openings on either side of you. Your brow furrows but still you nod, take a step towards him and away from the green lady with a temper.

"So, Flash Gordon, you don't happen to know where I am, do ya?" In the typical you fashion, you manage to stumble backwards, falling straight into the arms of the very normal looking man. It was clear to you Earth was no longer anywhere nearby because, well, there weren't many Jolly greens giants back home. Except for Bruce that is.

The man peers down at you, brow quirked. "Far away from home, princess."

You scoff, remove yourself from his arms. "Princess? Listen here defender of the universe, I am no ones, especially not your, princess. Thanks for the catch, but you put those grubby hands near me again and i'll remove them."

"They're not grubby." He whines, takes a step froward to which you respond by taking one back. Sighing, he holds out a hand. "Peter Quill, and you are?"

"Leaving." You smile, look over your shoulder towards the walking, talking pea that had stopped roughly a meter away from you. This time, you made no mistake when you opened the portal framed by orange.

"Woah." Peter gasps, marvelling at the sight of your creation. As you place one foot through the portal, his face falls. "Hey, at least tell me your name. I did save you from Gamora."

Your head shakes as you throw a smile over your shoulder, "(y/n) Strange. Now, peace out bitches." The portal snaps shut behind you as you step out and into the alleyway behind a Taco Bell.

Still smiling, you round the building and enter through the glass doors. Your smile only falls when the server says, "What can I do for you today?" with a Glaswegian accent.

"Well, at least it's still taco Bell." You mumble to yourself as you gaze up at the menu.