(I’m in too
deep in this Afterlife AU, but I can’t seem to care about that.)
some time after… After - after a
burning planet and the galaxy lighting up with colors to honor those they lost,
and after their new crewmembers have started to settle in - that they start
who does first. Perhaps it’s because of her empathic abilities, or because her visitors are more curious than the
shocks all of them when Mantis, in the middle of a discussion where they should
go next, suddenly whirls around in her seat, eyes wide and mouth open as if she
would gasp or scream in the next moment.
Peter carefully lays a hand on her shoulder, making her startle again, turning
towards him. Behind him, the others have already reached for their weapons,
ready to defend should there be an attack. “Are you okay?”
“Y-Yes. I am
alright,” despite saying that, Mantis looked around still, as if searching for
something – someone – who wasn’t there. “I just thought I had heard something.“
Children’s laughter in the air, a familiar but
almost forgotten voice calling out her name…
“Shhh! Now you startled Mantis!”
“I didn’t mean to!”
Guardians almost forget about it again. It’s not the weirdest thing they have
ever experienced, far from it.
though, they start wondering. Sometimes, they hear something – a whisper, a laugh, a whistle – but it’s
always gone again when they turn around in a hurry, looking for the familiar - loved, lost - source of it.
Peter’s music, thrumming through the speakers, suddenly switches to another
song, although no one was near the controls. Sometimes, something falls over,
despite the fact that they were all too far away to have to have tipped it over,
and makes them jump in shock.
when the lighting is just right, there is
something, just a glimpse, a shadow or reflection of someone long gone,
before they blink and it’s gone again.
time, they just start accepting and rolling with it, realizing that it’s
nothing bad that is happening to them.
starts smiling, although still a bit unpracticed at it, when she hears the
sound of little feet and children’s laughter trail down the hallway although
there is no one there.
doesn’t bristle in shock anymore when one of his tools just rolls a bit closer
as if on its own when he reaches for it.
giggles merrily when the ghost of a touch strokes over his head, a voice
crooning lovingly to him.
starts to keep his tears at bay when takes a sip of his drink and hears the
echoes of roaring laughter and cheers directed at him from multiple throats.
longer reaches for his knives when there is a tiny hand slipping into his, or
something like a kiss ghosts over his cheek.
a bit louder along to his favorite songs when he believes to hear a higher,
beloved voice joining his.
Gamora walks in one night, finding Peter and Kraglin and Groot and Rocket
sleeping in a pile, snoring quietly, and the Yaka arrow is circling lazily
above them, the ghost of a whistle holding it in the air (because it can’t be
Kraglin controlling it, he’s asleep), and a voice singing gently to them,
although Peter’s Zune has long since been turned off.
smiles and whispers a thank you to the wind – thank you for being here, thank you for looking out for them…
very, very sure she hears an answer as she goes to grab a blanket for the boys…
just a whisper, voices mingling in the wind before they’re gone again…
“Not that fer, girlie.”
“Tell our boys we love them, okay?”
Guardians roll with it, because they know: They are going to be okay.
they not be, with all of their loved ones looking out for them?