At first Peter Quill thinks this is some crappy Kyln holding cell where they stick all the overflow for processing. From the way Rocket hyped up this place on the shuttle ride in, you'd think it was the biggest, baddest prison ever, like a Disneyland for convicts where you had to sit in line for hours to get a cell to share with ten others, complete with one, count 'em, one bucket to piss in. When he opens his eyes and sees the swinging light and how much space he's got, it's like getting his own hotel room.
But then he sees the writing on the walls - literal writing, English - and then the date and suddenly he's pretty sure he isn't anywhere the Nova Corp can get him. Peter's seen a lot of weird, weird, downright funky stuff over the years. Seeing Earth-style lights, desks, the way the doors are built for humans instead of for aliens triple his size is pretty up there.
Still, he's up, he's free, and, checking his bag he woke up with, he's still got the Orb. It occurs to Peter that he lucked out hardcore: he doesn't have to share a cell with a raccoon or his talking tree. All he has to do is sit tight, hope he can find a ride or get a signal out and then fence the thing like he was planning to. He'll feel better once he knows what that sign back there meant by "them", though.
What he needs is a ship. Peter has no idea what 2015 Earth would have but he's really hoping it's got something better than Apollo 11. Last he checked, it was the Moon and that was it, pretty much. Adjusting his bag, looking down and making sure the Orb's where it's supposed to be, Peter looks up in time to almost slam into another human. He registers brown hair, eyes, a mouth - everything where it should be for a human, before she's flinching back like he's about to hit her.
Peter spreads his hands, "Hold up!" She's moderately hot - the jumpsuit she has isn't hiding that much - and his eyes flick down and then back up to her face, her wide eyes. "Don't what? Who are you?"
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But then he sees the writing on the walls - literal writing, English - and then the date and suddenly he's pretty sure he isn't anywhere the Nova Corp can get him. Peter's seen a lot of weird, weird, downright funky stuff over the years. Seeing Earth-style lights, desks, the way the doors are built for humans instead of for aliens triple his size is pretty up there.
Still, he's up, he's free, and, checking his bag he woke up with, he's still got the Orb. It occurs to Peter that he lucked out hardcore: he doesn't have to share a cell with a raccoon or his talking tree. All he has to do is sit tight, hope he can find a ride or get a signal out and then fence the thing like he was planning to. He'll feel better once he knows what that sign back there meant by "them", though.
What he needs is a ship. Peter has no idea what 2015 Earth would have but he's really hoping it's got something better than Apollo 11. Last he checked, it was the Moon and that was it, pretty much. Adjusting his bag, looking down and making sure the Orb's where it's supposed to be, Peter looks up in time to almost slam into another human. He registers brown hair, eyes, a mouth - everything where it should be for a human, before she's flinching back like he's about to hit her.
Peter spreads his hands, "Hold up!" She's moderately hot - the jumpsuit she has isn't hiding that much - and his eyes flick down and then back up to her face, her wide eyes. "Don't what? Who are you?"