"That's better. I'm ... Nova. And I shouldn't be interacting with you but you know, I am not like one of those men in black that can go erasing memories."

  "Okay, then, let me rephrase. Perhaps you should be more careful"

"Come on, Peter, there has to be one. One planet where kids study, mix races... Mix something. Alien culture.. No? There is not? Ok. I'll stick to Earth then." Downer... He thought, not hiding the snort that the whole situation brought in him. OF course, he was just a kid, a sixteen years old kix but a kid nonetheless, and that attitude was hard to avoid.

"Is it Rocket lying low company? I thought he was kinda, you know, always responding to the minimal provocation?" Rocket was his master, and he loved him, and admired him. He would obey anything coming from him, but in the end, Rocket was also impulsive and couldn't handle well any minimal amount of insult. And he was object t them manytimes. 

"Don’t they make those in sweatshops?" Peter rolled his eyes. "There are plenty of people doing cool things on Earth and it’s only going to get better, if the pace keeps up." He shook his head. "Interstellar school? Where did you even get that idea?”

He laughed. “Of course we do, kid, they’re the best places to lie low. It’s not glamorous, but it’s fun. Don’t worry, though, Rocket will probably introduce you to one of his favorite holes before I ever get the chance to.”

"Hey, I fly on the space, I can fly on this side of the atmosphere, thank you."

  "Perhaps you shouldn’t be flying up this high. I’m sure there are many other jets and planes flying around up this high."

           " oh! oh, ok ok. Ok, I'll shut up.                 I'll just pull my helmet down                 and reverse sound so I speak                 to myself, and that way I can                  complain safely without hurting your feelings!"

           overdramatizing, of course, more mocking than mad.

               "I will. And Gamora will kick you, butt.

                                 ─ Careful with that, you don't want a cut."

                                 ”  sam, how about you shut up  for once  and                                            just trust me, okay ?what’s gonna happen ?                                  it’s just a flarkin’ takeaway. no one’s gonna get                                         hurt. ——— chillex.  “                                              he’s got the laser for the glass window in                                       one hand already  &  a mischievous smirk                                                  on his face.

                               ” IF we get caught. you can                                           as always  blame me.  “

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"Cool? On planet Earth? What would I make? iPods?" He replied, tilting his head tothe side and half judging the other, not for real, just because he didn't think, at that point, Earth would offer him enough.. "If I could go to an interstellar school trust me, I wouldn't complain about going." A soft chuckle escaped his lips before he stretched his muscles.

"S you go to bars when I'm not around? " He asked, lifting a brow with little judgement on his eyes. "I hope you inviteme in once I'm old enough."

  "Maybe you should ask one of the people without a college degree," Peter teased. "Don’t you want to be able to work somewhere cool, even if you lose the helmet?" He motioned for Sam to follow him towards the ship.

"The usual. Save the galaxy, avoid our enemies, inevitably run into our enemies while saving the galaxy. Sometimes we get into bar fights, but normally just when Drax is around." He looked over at him. "When we first started up, we operated out of Knowhere, so there was less running around. You’ve been there, right?"

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"... Sorry I crushed into your invisible  yet, in my defense, it was invisible."

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"Woah, wait, you're Ironman, can your armor fly in the space?"

       "I heard SHIELD is down."

PSA that if your native language isn’t English and you toOK THE TIME TO LEARN ENGLISH AND RP IN ENGLISH you are actually hella cool and I understand if you make typos and grammar errors and I won’t judge you and I’ll probably just be all “Hey for future reference—-” because we all make mistakes. And if is a dick to you about it, challenge them to RP in your native language and laugh when it translates to “Either the fish goes or next Thursday” or some shit.

"Oh, come on! Do I have to... yes I have to, class. Can't heroes stop going to class?" He asked, scratching the back of the helmet, before pulling it off. He was hungry, yes, and excited, which was a bad mix. "Yes I'm hungry, let's something edible this time, please." He said, closing his eyes in a fun expression as he remembered a few other things they attempted to eat.

Looking at the team's leader he crossed his arm around the helmet. "So, what is it that you do when I am not around?"

Peter snorted in amusement. “I see you’re not letting it get to your head.” He was so young, Peter could barely remember being a teenager, except being miserable.

He knocked gently on the helmet. “Hungry? We can put some food in your before sending you on your way. I don’t want you mom thinking we’re not taking care of you.”

"For what?"

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"I’m sorry.”

He rose his arms, triumphant, full of pride. He enjoyed so much the power but also the effect it had. What he could do to help others. IT was simply perfect. And he wouldn't hide his enthusiasm. He was 16 after all. Sixteen years old of pure innocent mindset that deals with extreme power.

With the helmet still on him, he faced Peter and smirked. "Well, I'm a talent!" He said, half joking. Still, he had some scratches around but those didn't mind. They had won. "You weren't bad yourself."

supernovaism liked your photo “I’ll do them tomorrow.”

Sometimes it was hard to look at the new Nova. He’d get a glimpse of his uniform in low lighting, when the color differences weren’t so obvious, and he’d come up with a dozen quips to say to Richard. Then he’d remember, and it would come crashing down around him. Peter wasn’t like Rocket and Gamora, he had never been close to other Novas—they had moved in different circles when he was a solo hero and then, well. 

He forced a smile and a nod, all approval and no melancholy. At least he hoped. “Good job out there. You looked like you’ve been doing this for years.”

        "OF course, I'm the best at this."

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      “You think you’re going to get me to beg, Sam?

                                                   I dare you to try.” 

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