She’d been on Terra for a total of five minutes before a random stranger popped out of nowhere and splashed water on her face. Beside her was Peter, who looked both confused and amused, and next to him was her assailant whose eyebrows were furrowed together.
“What is this!?” she demanded and whipped her head in Peter’s direction. “Is this how you Earthlings greet people!? By defiling them!?”
“’Defile’ is a strong word, lady,” the stranger huffed as he began to pull a gun from his jacket, but Peter was quick to spot his actions and stuck his own gun in the other man’s face.
“I wouldn’t,” Quill said flatly. The other man’s eyes widened and he quickly pocketed his weapon and held his hands up in surrender.
“Take it easy, man,” he replied.
“Who are you? What’s with the water thing?”
“I’m Dean,” the stranger said slowly. “And that was holy water—“
“I see no holes in that water,” Gamora cut him off bitterly.
My Marianas Trench tattoo I got today. Porcelain’s key from ever after and my favorite lyrics from Masterpiece Theatre. I grew up listening to this band with my sisters and it feels really good to have something that pays tribute to how involved this band has been in my life.