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"Si. Peso, US dollars, Yen, some Dong. A bit of everything." He raised his eyebrow but shrugged "You’re choice man. If you could go into the past or the future wouldn’t you?" Janos asked, deciding no to mention that Senor Sinister wanted him to ‘gather’ scientific studies related to mutants, DNA and to also find out what happens within his future, to find out what happen and how he could change the coarse of history if it wasn’t to his liking.

Of course he would-- Peter would go into the past in a heartbeat. He regretted a few things his short life on earth brought him and though he wouldn't necessarily be able to change those things there were some that he'd definitely do different. ❝I'd probably go into the past but, I think that's a little different than the future. Don't you think you're kinda playing with fire?❞ Most people that wanted to go to the future wanted to change things. Peter didn't necessarily want to be party to that.

He shrugs “So was I. Well Capitán, a mutant sent me forward in time at Senor Sinister’s request. You still have mutants no? Senor said there would very few Homo Inferior in the future. I just need lift to a port or something. I have money, I can get money if that helps.” 

❝Money?❞ Peter closed his eyes for a moment. The whole mutant talk-- well, he didn't want to bring up the fact that he was half something that he hadn't quite figured out yet.❝I don't want your money but, I -- wait how does someone know about the future?❞

"Threatening? Me? I’m harmless, I was asking an honest question." Janos looks Peter up and down. "I don’t know who you are. If you try I’ll take both you and this ship with me, that was a threat. A side affect of time travel, there isn’t a warning bell when you land.”

❝I'm not threatening you-- stating a fact.❞ Peter never took kindly to threats. He had a bit of a bad temper when it came to dealing with them. ❝Look buddy time travel or not you're on my ship. I'm the captain.❞ Pointing at himself Quill continued. ❝I just want to know how the hell you got on here. It's not like you can just hitch a ride-- I don't pick up strangers.❞

"Si, mi Buey. Oh? and what are you going to do about it?" 

Janos shrugs and smirks “My boss knows a man, who knows a lady who can do some amazing things. Well, I say know. It’s more like threatened.”

          ❝Well, here's the thing-- I don't take kindly to threats. I don't care who knows who. I'm kind of a big deal. I mean-- people know me. So, I can kick off here just as quick as you got on. Only the trip off won't be as pleasant. I'm just sayin' I mean don't get me wrong dude I'm not really one to threaten people. It's not my thing. But, I just don't really like people showing up out of nowhere.❞

{ Humanity has always feared that which is different.              Well, I’m here to tell you, to tell the world, you’re right to fear us!                                       W E  A R E  T H E  F U T U R E. 
    We are the ones who will inherit this earth! }

{{ And it’s almost MUNDAY. So here’s my horrible face x2. Apologies. And one without glasses to boot. }}

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He huffed some at the other’s word, brows furrowed. “Hey, let a kid dream a bit will ya?” His father was an Asatru, a religious follower of the Norse Gods, and though Jackson himself didn’t quite identify with this belief he did indeed believe in them. More so when he joined SHIELD and heard stories from his co-workers. At the mention of Loki, the young man raised a brow but then glanced towards the side. “… Yeah. You’re right on that.” Some of his extended family in Germany had witnessed the scuffle between the God of Mischief and the Avengers. He was just happy to know that none of them had died in the middle of it.

Peter’s question threw him off some, and the look on his face perfectly expressed that. “Wha Well… I think I’ll be able to handle that. I think.” He wondered if the raccoon was the same size as a regular one on Earth or a… sort of…humanoid on. “Does the walking tree talk?”

Sure a boy could dream but, Peter loved watching people deflate. Not in a malicious way but, foiling plans and breaking dreams was fun. Nodding his head Peter couldn't keep himself from laughing. "Look just don't stare too much. Rocket's a little sensitive." The look on Jackson's face made Peter unable to stop the laughter. "I don't know if you would consider the tree talking. I mean he says three words... Well, four now. I am Groot-- He also said We are Groot once." Shrugging his shoulders Quill quickly began talking again as a planet came into view. "He's a lot tougher than you think."  "So how did you manage to find a job at SHIELD?" He  was curious about how he managed to pull off that job.

Framed // youngestcaptain

            Having to deal with criminals of the Federation was Jim Kirk’s least favorite duty of being a starship Captain. Unfortunately, this was his only mission for the time being, given he was the only commanding officer in the quadrant to issue the arrest. It was most likely that someone else from Starfleet would take jurisdiction later, but for now, Jim had the pleasure of detaining him. ❝You’ll address me as ‘Sir’ or ‘Captain’, I don’t care which, but pick one.❞ Jim corrected as they were currently on Federation property.

❝You’d think you’d be used to the restraints.❞ He commented while asking the computer in the room to go through Peter’s record. It was a long and Jim was getting bored. He told the computer to stop speaking after a minute of history. ❝Were you even thinking when you attacked colony 707 for its supplies? Probably not. So, where are the supplies?❞ He asked looking more annoyed than anything. ❝I don’t think you’ve realized that primary schools are going to go without food for a long time.❞ He added. He imagined that Peter thought the colony was abandoned, when in fact the residents lived underground due to the harsh terrain of that small rock.

Attack... Peter was almost appauld at just hearing the word let alone the fact that they were accusing him of attacking some place for supplies. Shifting in the chair Peter started to protest. "I didn't steal anything." He stated as his voice shot up an octave. Sure Quill was a lot of things but someone that would steal from kids. That wasn't his gig. Besides he had more than enough to get through a long time.  "Listen Captain..." He choked on the word. "I'm telling you. I was framed." For a moment he didn't know who could have done something like that but then he realized that he knew exactly who it was. "Tell ya what..." he started but decided against continuing. Peter was certain that he knew who it was that would do something like that but, as long as he was cuffed and being treated like a common criminal he wasn't going to talk. "I didn't-- take anything from that planet. I've never been there for any length of time even." 

there's going to be a jail break

Tabby didn’t need a map or a game plan. She assumed that, ‘the Milano’ was her cellmate’s ship, which meant that it was their getaway. Getting to it was their last major challenge - or her’s rather. Peter was the one in charge of flying the thing. She’d just strap in and hope for the best.

Wafting dust away from her face, the mutant said, “Never thought I’d be so excited to blast off with a man I met in prison.” Her options were limited. Taking off with Star-Lord would be the best choice among a few less than favorable choices. He wasn’t as shady as most of her contacts, but that wasn’t much of a comfort. Tabby Smith associated with a lot of unsavory characters.

She climbed through the hole in the wall, ready to meet any resistance she found there. “Can you fit?” The mutant was considerably smaller than her jail break companion, and she was far too busy looking for combatants to really assess the size of the chunk she’d taken out of the wall.

"Hey it could be worse. I mean it's not like I'm in here for being some crazy murderer or anything like that. It was more of a misunderstanding." A sheepish grin spread over his face before he began to follow Tabby. Her question caused him to pause. "Uh--" He could see her watching for guards. 

Nodding his head his eyes met hers. "Just cover me would ya?" he asked ducking while attempting to work through the new hole in the wall. For a moment Peter thought he was going to get stuck but, all he could think about was the fact that he was so close to the Milano. That pushed him forward and he managed to squeeze through the space in the wall. 

"And who thought that when you came in here things would be this exciting." he teased as he picked the gun up that he had tossed through the hole and started moving towards the Milano which he could see in the distance. "This can't be this clear. Something's bound to happen." The words had just come from his lips when he heard pounding footsteps and shots echoed through the room. 

star lord man

                         if vιℓℓαιηs { kill } people and нεяσεs get people { killed }                                                       then wнaт am I?

                 But I’m only Human              Aɴᴅ I ʙʟᴇᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ I ғᴀʟʟ ᴅᴏᴡɴ              ᴵ’ᵐ ᵒᶰˡʸ ʰᵘᵐᵃᶰ             Ａｎｄ Ｉ ｃｒａｓｈ ａｎｄ Ｉ ｂｒｅａｋ ｄｏｗｎ