The Sun Came Crashing In || Richard (rchardriders) & Peter (shootingstarlord)

shootingstarlord:

_{That startled a laugh out of Peter, “I’m not a skrull, are you a skrull?”}

_{This was crazy, Gamora was going to kick his ass when she found out that he left the ship alone while there were two empires after his head. Oh god, Gamora had a thing with Richard didn’t she. Was it serious? He couldn’t remember. Man, he’d almost forgotten about that considering how he felt about Richard.} 

_{“Richard, I swear to god if you are not a skrull I am going to kick your ass for disappearing for almost 3 years,” he said, trying not to let the edge of hysteria he was feeling into his voice.}

_{If this was a skrull he was pretty much screwed, he hadn’t activated a kitestring code when he left the ship. No one would know if he didn’t check in until they came back from their missions and saw a locked down, Peter-less ship. Hell he was kicking himself for this already.}

_{“I mean I’m going to kick your ass if you’re a skrull; so I guess your ass is getting kicked either way, but please, go ahead and try to convince me that you’re not a skrull,” he said, unclipping his gun from his belt and holding it casually.} 

_{There’s no way he’d be able to make himself fire on Richard, or even someone who looked like Richard, but no one knew that but him.} 

“I swear I’m not.” He was so happy he could laugh, or cry, he wasn’t sure. Hearing a friendly voice again, hearing Peter’s voice and laughter again. They both made it out alive and nothing else mattered, Richard was going to give Peter a hug, their crazy plan worked. Sure, they didn’t except to come out of it alive, but they did.

He was going to do just that, and fly his way to embrace Peter when what his best friend said next stopped him in his tracks. Wait. 3 years? What! He hadn’t realised that he had voiced his uncontained shock until he heard the words left his mouth.

3 years? That’s… that’s a really long while. What did everyone think? That he was dead? How did Peter get out of it anyway, if not by the same way he did? What had Peter thought? What had Namorita thought? And if they both got out, did Thanos too? No, it wasn’t possible, this had to be some sort of alternate reality or future, like that whole deal with the Sphinx.

“Blue Blazes, I’ve been gone for 3 years?” He repeated, Wow, it was like his life was flipped upside down again. He wasn’t having a mental freakout or anything, and probably was really bad at denial at this point.

Peter had his gun loosely drawn against him. Right, get it together Richie. Convince him you’re not Skrull. Then figure out what is going on. He took a breath and exhaled, “Okay look, remember what you said to me about the universe? About how it was a Sombrero? And when we screamed in Thanos’ face like a few hours or days ago? But apparently it’s been like 3 years for you. And… and how is that even possible for that matter?” Great, he’s rambling. He was still trying to work it out for himself, and was pretty certain he was hyperventilating. Apparently things were far worse than he had envisioned. God, this wasn’t the way he wanted their reunion to go.