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

shootingstarlord:

_{Killing the noise that threatened when Richard touched his neck before it could leave his throat, Peter coughed and looked away to hide his blush from Richard. Luckily he seemed more concerned about Worldmind than Peter’s reaction. Wow, keep it together Quill, all he did was touch your neck. How was he supposed to know that area was sensitive?}

_{Richard had only been back for like 10 minutes and he’s already having problems resisting the urge to throw him against the wall of the ship and kiss him until they ran out of air. Strange, he though he had a handle on that, or had at least accepted that it was never going to happen before they died.}

_{Shrugging off Richard’s concern he turned his mind back to the matter at hand. “I’ll send a message to the team and plot a course for Knowhere, but we can’t stay long. It’s the most well known of any of my spots. Cosmo can get me in and out without an issue but if we fuck around then there could be problems. We want to avoid problems,” he said letting a little sarcasm bleed into his words. Problems was an understatement. Reaching out to the screens at his fingertips he began typing out the course with his left hand. His right one busy with the message to the team.}

                           Long Island Iced tea is on the menu again. No imitation sugar.
                           Going on a road trip to see a man about a dog. Stay safe.

_{Hitting send on the message he laid into the course and turned back to Richard.}

_{Maybe he should explain why there might be issues, but bringing up things with his dad would open a whole other can of worms that he didn’t want to get into right now.} 

_{“Then back home? Knowhere to Earth travel could take a while at warp if you don’t want to open a stargate. Can you open a stargate? What’s your power-level feel like right now?"} 

He could feel Peter brushing him off, and Richard wanted to ask what was wrong, but he figured he would give Peter time. "Someone chasing you?” He raised his eyebrow, probably the typical hoo-ha of his friend’s life he supposed. It was actually kind of like his life too. Always getting chased, always fighting something. “There’s always problems Pete. When was the last time something went smoothly? It’s us.” He said like that explained everything. In a way, to Richard it kind of did. It was them, Peter and Richard, side by side, against their enemies, foes, evil doers, world destroyers, aliens and the avatar of death. Things tend to go haywire around them but they made do. They pulled through in the end.

“I’m Iced Tea huh? Really Pete? But hey, the rest is actually quite innovative.” He smiled at his companion’s antics, enjoying the spy game way too much. Did Peter have this off the bat, or had he been wanting to use it for a really long while? Knowing Peter as he did, it was probably a combination of both, somehow. The team, he’d missed all of them, Future Vance, Flag, Gamora, Drax, Rocket, Groot, Mantis, Bug, Phyla and Moondragon…

“Back home sounds great. I can’t wait to meet my folks again, you wanna see them? Maybe chat up the New Warriors and Namorita if I can.” He touched his lips with his fingers and pondered, “Stargate huh? I think I can do that. I might need the coordinates and the basic parameters, and probably your big brain. We don’t have Worldmind to plot the exact express route. Don’t want to be crashing into any stray planets.”

He had his fair share of unintended crash landings into planets. There was that whole deal with the Phalanx after all. Crashing into the Kree outpost, burning his own body all over… Ko-Rel, and all the other innocent lives lost because of his recklessness.

Richard walked to Peter’s side, ready to calculate what they both needed with the help of Peter’s ship.