[ Maybe in a different tone of voice, what Nebula's commentary on his combustible tendencies should rightfully be a criticism. Instead, he hears the amusement behind her words, and Peter just flashes her a grin, even if it's tired around the edges.
Yeah, that smile says. We have fun.
That last bit, though, makes him take a breath – in through the nose, out through his lips. ]
And me without my uniform.
[ And his guns. And his ship. And all the resources that they had accrued over their years of tenure as premier galactic heroes.
But, hey. Peter's always been scrappy. And he's pretty sure he's done more with less. ]
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Yeah, that smile says. We have fun.
That last bit, though, makes him take a breath – in through the nose, out through his lips. ]
And me without my uniform.
[ And his guns. And his ship. And all the resources that they had accrued over their years of tenure as premier galactic heroes.
But, hey. Peter's always been scrappy. And he's pretty sure he's done more with less. ]
I really was ready to be done.