AND THEN cut to sudden action, dated at a nebulous Some Next Day idk—
he waits for wanda at the motel cafe, his attention focused on the depths of the coffee set in front of him. the last time he'd been stuck on earth, it'd been predominately through his own doing, the guardians all but separated. this time, the guardians are still separated, only now he's got no way of fixing the situation back home, on the ryder, unless he can find a way back there. to then.
(whatever. flarking time travel.)
he doesn't miss the irony, that after everything — annihilus, the phalanx, spartax, the cancerverse, thanos, gamora and the infinity stones— —that now he's been told that he's cursed.
he lifts the mug, holding it just in front of his mouth as the steam rising in curls from the surface of the what-is-supposed-to-be coffee tells him that 'no, no. this is far too hot for any sane person to drink'. he pauses, eyebrows pinching together in a slight frown as he blows on it, as if hoping that pure will is going to force the temperature down to something more tolerable.
a flicker of movement in the doorway to cafe draws his attention and he looks up and over. recognition sets in and he places the mug back down on the table in front of him, still having drank none of it, and gestures at the empty seat across from him. )
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AND THEN cut to sudden action, dated at a nebulous Some Next Day idk—
he waits for wanda at the motel cafe, his attention focused on the depths of the coffee set in front of him. the last time he'd been stuck on earth, it'd been predominately through his own doing, the guardians all but separated. this time, the guardians are still separated, only now he's got no way of fixing the situation back home, on the ryder, unless he can find a way back there. to then.
(whatever. flarking time travel.)
he doesn't miss the irony, that after everything — annihilus, the phalanx, spartax, the cancerverse, thanos, gamora and the infinity stones—
—that now he's been told that he's cursed.
he lifts the mug, holding it just in front of his mouth as the steam rising in curls from the surface of the what-is-supposed-to-be coffee tells him that 'no, no. this is far too hot for any sane person to drink'. he pauses, eyebrows pinching together in a slight frown as he blows on it, as if hoping that pure will is going to force the temperature down to something more tolerable.
a flicker of movement in the doorway to cafe draws his attention and he looks up and over. recognition sets in and he places the mug back down on the table in front of him, still having drank none of it, and gestures at the empty seat across from him. )