Request: Can you do one where the
reader was an Avenger but got lost in space and saved by the Guardians of the
Galaxy and they end up back on earth and she introduces the Guardians to the
I’m sorry it took so long! I hope it’s at least worth the wait!
Any change in music would be great.
Don’t you ever get sick of the same songs over and over?”
He looked like he had been slapped in the face, his mouth
agape and eyes wide. “How dare you
challenge the musical tastes of the mighty Star Lord!”
“I’m not calling you that.”
“No. We’ve been over
this a million times.”
“Gamora does. She
thinks it’s sexy.” He stood with his
chin in the air, doing his best to look dignified in his supposed win.
“Gamora says it to shut you up.” You head was thrust forward as a large fruit
hit you in the back of the head. “Ow,
what the hell? Who did that?” Rubbing the impacted spot, you spun around to
find the guilty party.
“I am Groot.”
You rolled your eyes, “helpful, Groot, thanks. Hey, rodent!
Was it you?”
“It’s Rocket, for
the last time, princess. And no, I’m not a coward. You would know if it was me.” He turned on his heel to point behind him,
where you saw your friend kneeling behind a storage crate.
As she slowly stood, Gamora put her hands on her hips,
looking at you with judging eyes. “So
much for females sticking together, (Y/N).”
“Wait, wait, wait! So
you don’t think it’s sexy?” Peter rubbed
his hand across his chin and lowered his head.
“Well that’s just embarrassing.”
His head perked up, pointing at you with excitement. “You might just change your mind yet, (Y/N)! I’ve got a surprise for you…but only if you
say it.” Smiling with victory, he was
clearly pleased with himself at this.
Skeptical, you took a step towards him with your arms
crossed. “What surprise is that?”
“Nope.” He turned
away, sitting in the cockpit of the ship and looking out the window as if no
longer interested in the win. “The stars
sure are beautiful, aren’t they?”
“Please…tell me…Star Lord” The name was mumbled and barely audible; you
hoped he would accept that as enough to move on.
The chair turned slowly, revealing Peter looking curiously
at you, his hand cupped around his ear.
“I’m sorry. I don’t think I heard
you. Could you please repeat that for
the group to hear? They seem very interested in what you have to say.”
You gave a deep sigh, resigning yourself to defeat. Closing your eyes and clenching your jaw, you
stepped forward, nearly touching him.
“Please tell me what surprise you have, Star Lord, sir.”
“Atta girl.” He gave
you a firm punch in the arm, tipping you off your balance just a bit. “I’m taking you home.”
It had been almost a year since you had been lost, with
every search for you turning up nothing, not even a trace. The Avengers tower felt emptier without you
there, darker and quieter without the sounds of your laughter that kept the
team balanced amongst the missions that drained them. Steve was taking it the hardest, losing you
during a mission that he was in command of.
Even though other members of the team felt it was time, he wouldn’t take
down your room until he had proof that you were gone for good.
Steve sat in the lounge, as he did after every mission since
you were lost, holding an empty beer bottle and slowly peeling the label
away. As he reached over the bar to grab
another, Clint dropped into the chair next to him.
“So, Cap. What’s
going on with you? You gotta work thru
Steve handed Clint a beer before grabbing his own, popping
the caps from each with his bare hand.
“I’m just really tired of losing people, Barton. It never gets easier, ya know?” He looked forward as he drank, not wanting to
make eye contact for fear of what Clint might see in them.
“Yeah, I get that,” Clint began slowly, “but Steve, hanging
on to it for this long doesn’t make it any easier either.” He put his hand up when Steve motioned to
speak again. “I know, Cap. I know how you feel about her. We all do, okay. Let’s just get that out in the open.”
Nodding his head slowly, Steve put his head in his hands and
took a deep breath. “Okay, you guys
could have let me in on that. I’ve never
been good at-“
He stopped when your arms wrapped around his torso from
behind, whispering to him so he wouldn’t startle. “Steve, it’s me.” You released
your grip so he could turn to face you. The team was behind you, pleased with
themselves in that they helped you surprise him. Clint gave him a firm slap to the shoulder
and stood to walk away with the others, giving
you time alone.
“How…When…How did you…?”
Steve was at a complete loss at the sight of you, actually here in front
of him, real and alive. He pulled you to
him, his hands in your hair, and kissed you as if you had been gone for a
“Ahem.” Peter was
rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet, waiting for the big ‘thank
you’ for returning you home. “If I had
known this was the welcome you were gonna get, I would have dropped you off a
hell of a lot sooner.”
Steve startled and you pulled back, straightening your
hair. “Um, Steve Rogers, this is Peter
Quill.” Steve stood and extended his
hand. “Hello, Peter. So you’re the one who brought her back to
me…I mean, us?”
“Excuse me?” Steve
looked to you and back to him, confused.
“Name’s Star Lord.”
You scoffed, not believing he would push that stupid name at
a time like this. “No, Quill, not
now. No one here is gonna call you that,
“Hey, Star Lord.” Tony
appeared next to him, a hand on his shoulder.
“Your friends look like it’s been a long trip. Would you like to stay and have dinner with
us? Have a little ‘get to know ya’
party?” Shooting Tony a stern glare, you
threw your hands up in defeat as Peter turned to you, exhilarated.
“Yes! Finally!” His eyes opened wide, reaching into his pack
“I’ve got the perfect party music!”