Space Cowboys and Walkmans (StarkQuill)
“So look, if you push this button here, it locks your screen so you dont accidentally hit anything while you’re out doing… whatever it is you do.”
“While I’m out guarding the galaxy.”
Tony’s lips twitched into a smile. “Sure, Star Lord. While you are out guarding the galaxy.”
“Do I detect some jealousy?”
“Definitely.” Tony shook his head with a little smile. “Space terrifies me. Want to be a spaceman, stuck on earth being a cowboy.
“Cowboys are cool.” Peter shrugged. “Besides, no need to worry about space when I’ll keep you warm and safe.” Peter winked at him and Tony looked away, flushing a little.
“Anyway, this little button here will keep your song playing steadily no matter what you’re doing.”
“You know, my Walkman did that too? No fancy technology required.” Peter argued, then he looked sad. “Miss my Walkman.”
Tony stared at him for a full minute. “So you aren’t grateful for this insanely expensive Stark Phone that I personally loaded over a thousand songs that I thought you would enjoy onto it? Is that what I’m hearing right now?”
“No.” Peter tried not to laugh at the horribly offended look on Tony’s face. “No. I appreciate it. It’s amazing.”
“But you miss your piece of shit Walkman.”
“Nostalgia man!” Peter argued. “Aren’t you nostalgic about anything?”
“Suck it, Space man.” Tony huffed and gathered up everything he’d brought to show off and turned and stomped out of the room.
“Nice goin.” Rocket snarked, baring his pointy teeth in a little smile. “Richest, most powerful guy on earth and you insult him when he gives you a present. Smart, StarTwat. Smart.”
“It is not Peter’s fault he is so foolishly attached to items from his childhood that he pushes away all attempts from the Iron Man to give him new things.” Drax interjected. “Just because it is stupid does not mean he doesn’t have the right to be nostalgic.”
“Um, thanks.” Peter sent Drax a look, knowing the guy was just trying to be comforting in that awkward, over literal, blunt way of his.
“I think you should stop flirting with him, and just get our gear fixed so we can leave.” Gamora said shortly, barely looking up from her book.
“I am Groot?”
“Tell me about it.” Rocket narrowed his eyes at the green woman. “Don’t be a hypocrite, Gamora. We all saw you flirting with that scary redhead. Don’t be mad at Peter for chasing some tail.”
“I am Groot.”
“No. No that’s not what chasing tail– I don’t mean Peter literally has a tail to chase.”
“That’s enough.” Peter sighed and ran his hands through his hair miserably. “I hope Stark isn’t too upset. We were having a good time.”
“And you think he is attractive and want to see him naked.” Drax pointed out.
“As long as he keeps fixing our gear, I don’t care what you and he do. Just don’t do it here.”
“Thanks for that Gamora. You know, there are two types of people in this world. People who–”
The woman got up and walked out of the room and Peter stared after her.
“That was rude. Wasn’t that rude?”
“I am Groot.”
“Yeah, I’m tired of hearing him bitch too. Let’s go twig.” The rest of the team filed out, leaving Peter alone on the couch, kicking himself for driving the brilliant hottie known as Tony Stark away.