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① Pick a character ② Pick a prompt (or DIY) (shamelessly and selectively pilfered from ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small} bakerstreet's Random Scenario Meme)③ Do the thing!. table code by betterdolphin | |
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① Pick a character ② Pick a prompt (or DIY) (shamelessly and selectively pilfered from bakerstreet's Random Scenario Meme)③ Do the thing!. table code by betterdolphin | |
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[ A beat, then, ]
It just wouldn't be a hard punch.
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[ and then she casts him another sly look anyway. ]
But seriously. As soon as we're healed up enough? You'd better be prepared, Star-Lord.
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You plannin' on sendin' us right back to the medics once we're well enough, aren't you?
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Wait, are you not? Because I'm pretty sure I'm going to be going wild by the time we reach that point.
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Okay. I see what you mean about the hospitals. We can do reasonable. I guess we'll just have to wait on doing that thing you said you wanted to do. Or seeing how flexible I can still be after all this. Alas.
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I see what you're tryin' to do, and if you keep it up, I'm hobblin' my ass out of here and sleeping in another room.
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No, stay, please. I'll be a good girl.
[ The irony of this from the galaxy's best thief. ]
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You'd better, Goto. You'd hate to see the way I limped around. It'd break your heart, I'm sure.
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It would break my heart. But you should see the way I limp around.
[ She hasn't quite given enough credit to just how fucked her leg is. After all the adrenaline had drained away from her body after she and Peter were seen by the medics and then returned, with help from Groot and the medics, to the Milano, she'd sat at Peter's bedside, waiting for him to regain consciousness after his sedation. In spite of her relief that they were alive, it was still hard to believe, and she recounted every single injury and how she'd got it in her head, from the moment they stepped through the ship's airlock doors upon touchdown, guns literally blazing, to the red wave that killed all the Reapers as Kasumi held an unconscious Peter in her bleeding arms. She remembered the bullets grazing her skin, shrapnel, a lot of shrapnel, the fiery blasts that left burns on her skin as the previous injuries began tearing away at her light armor and suit, and worst of all, she remembered the metal rod piercing its way through one side of her leg and just barely clean through to the other from when the Scion snatched and threw her shortly after the Banshee almost killed Peter.
Or rather, she remembered it in retrospect; at the time, all she could think of was Peter, God, please let him be alive, I need to get to him, please, please don't let him die on me, I can't do this again, and she barely realized that she had somehow extracted herself from the pile she had essentially been embedded into, her body having lost all of its strength and running solely on adrenaline and fear, fear that she'd just lost Peter.
When the wave had pulsed through and killed the Reapers, she sat there stunned in silence for a moment-everyone around them did. It wasn't until a minute or two later that the troops around them began to holler in victory, and Kasumi might have joined them, but instead she looked down, down at Peter's unconscious face, tears brimming in her eyes as she began to cry and whisper, please, Peter, don't leave me, I can't do this without you, love, please be alive, I love you. It wasn't until a few moments later that the medics and the well-enough troops did their sweeps, applying Medi-Gel to the most gravely wounded and escorting the injured back to the camps. It wasn't until a pair of medics came by, immediately checking for Peter's pulse and comforting a near-hysterical Kasumi by assuring her that they would do all they could for him and lifting him onto a stretcher, and it wasn't until they asked her if she was alright and she tried to stand up and failed horribly that she remembered, oh, god, my leg.
At present, she sobers at the thought. This healing process is going to be long, very long. ]
But I'll be okay. And so will you.
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He suspects neither of them will come out of this completely unscathed, though. Bad enough his time apart from her and the Guardians had left him a wreck. Bad enough that even now, being apart for a day or so leaves him pacing in the cargo hold, fingers itching and heart aching and just pleading over and over, Let her be okay. Then things got better, slowly but surely. The old wounds grew scar tissue, the rips were mended, and the patchwork that was Peter Quill was slowly becoming whole.
Then Thessia was lost, and the final movements of the war picked up speed, and healing took a backseat to surviving. Reaper attacks on unsuspecting ships became the norm, darting in and out of systems like wind, and Peter was terrified of losing his family all over again. The instincts he honed over those several long months snapped back into place, burst through the half-completed seams. Every night as they prepared for their final push on Earth, he woke silent and frozen, eyes wide and staring in the dark, listening for every suspicious sound, muscles wound tight and ready to snap. It's only luck that he never hurt Kasumi, managed to pull back from that half-remembered panic just enough to keep himself from acting.
He lost ground. Peter knows that much. It's going to take time for him to make it up again. But that's fine, as long as Kasumi is here, as long as his family is here. They can all of them mend and heal and scar with the knowledge that it will get better. Because it has to. ]
Yeah, 'course we will. You'n'me, basically a force of nature. Not even the Reapers could keep us down.
But just take it easy, yeah? [ He traces the line of her cheek with the tips of his fingers, and for at least the billionth time he thanks everything in the universe that they're okay, that they'll heal and get better. That they have the opportunity to do so. ]
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They've been through a lot. A hell of a lot. Between the rocky start they had, with Kasumi pulling her disappearing act, to them finally owning up to their feelings that rainy day in those ruins, both of them finally deciding to open up, letting their hearts speak over their minds for once (Peter for the first time, as Kasumi did so despite thinking that she would never again after Keiji), to all the little things--stolen glances in the middle of heists, warm smiles, blanket forts, nights spent just talking, listening to music, pet names--and then having all that ripped away when Peter was taken by the Ravagers, to the aftermath of that, to Kasumi telling him just how much he meant to her, to finally hearing him say those words back fresh out of a firefight, to celebrating his birthday, to just being together... their time together has been filled with ups and downs. There's no denying that.
But Kasumi wouldn't change any of it (except, maybe, the part with the Ravagers), and like Peter, she's damn grateful that they have chances now, to heal and get better, chances to do more after that. To take that vacation. To spending their lives together on the Milano with the rest of Peter's troupe--his family, and hers, too, it feels like. To dinner and dancing. To whatever else comes after a cataclysmic event. She knows not all of it will be pretty; this victory has come at an incredible cost, and Kasumi has probably lost at least one other person that she cares for, but that hardly matters so long as she still has Peter. ]
Yeah. Let's take it easy.
[ She leans her forehead against his shoulder. ]
Stay with me till I fall asleep?
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Yeah, I'll be here. Good luck gettin' rid of me, anyway.