Just A Dream || Richard (rchardriders) & Peter (spacegallivanter)

spacegallivanter:

rchardriders:

He tensed up when the man grabbed him, and he couldn’t help but wince. “Dude. You’re scaring me.” Gage tried to shake himself free lightly but the blond had a strong grip. He moved to extract the other’s hand on his shoulder slowly, not wanting to aggravate him.

Peter? He tried to recall anything about this so called Star-Lord but, his memory was worse than patchwork. He couldn’t even remember his own name, how could he remember someone from his old life. He couldn’t even remember what he liked and who his parents were, or if he ever had parents. Gage shook his head at the man’s question, he didn’t know — couldn’t remember who the man standing before him was.

“I don’t know this Richie person okay. I… I might be him, but I don’t know. I can’t remember…” Gage didn’t want to tell the man everything, about how he’d been unconscious for two years, because he wasn’t sure if he could trust the man. He didn’t want to be taken advantage of, and revealing that he didn’t even remember his own name was already something that he had done, and something that he didn’t want to do.

Peter immediately released him when he realized the effect that was having on him. Flarking hell, Quill, way to scare a man off for no reason at all. Except that he wasn’t just any man. He was Rich in the flesh. He was sure of it.

“Wait, what do you mean you can’t remember?” he asked cautiously. His mind scrambled for a logical explanation. Anything that made sense because at that moment, nothing made sense. How could he not remember who he was? How could he let himself be stuck in a slum like this? The Richard he knew would’ve put on his goddamn bucket and flown off into space, leaving a trail of saved colonies in his wake.

Maybe he really didn’t know, after all.

“Look, your name is Richard Rider, okay? You’re human, born and raised on Earth. You’re a Nova. You were there when Xandar fell, and you carried its intelligence in your head for several months until—” He couldn’t do this—not when he was staring at him wide-eyed like that, obviously clueless. Peter couldn’t tell him that he had died. 

Like him.

"What’s the last thing you remember?" 

Okay he was human, that cleared one thing up. That he wasn’t some humanoid, or shapeshifting alien. Nova? He thought he’d heard about them before, some intergalactic space police or some sort. The kind he was told to avoid, he’d hear great stories about them, but the business he was in… Sometimes, he’d get ship parts from shady places and people. Besides, him? A Nova? He couldn’t even imagine himself as the sheriff of the town much less a space cop. He was a nobody, nothing. Xandar? What was that, where was that? Intelligence? This was more confusing by the minute. He didn’t think that the guy before him was lying though.

"I was… I woke up and they… they said that I crashed into the planet and should have died…” He didn’t know why he had voiced it all out, just that he felt that he could trust this man. “And I couldn’t remember who I was — am…” He was Richard. At least, according to this Peter. He was some space cop from Earth. Did he have family there? Did they know that he was alive, were they even looking?

“Who were you to me?” Gage — Richard asked the man, even though he wasn’t sure he wanted the answer. The way he talked seemed like he was family, or like a lover. This was awkward, he’d almost wanted to give the man a discount if he’d went out for coffee with him.