Peter doesn't hesitate to follow them, pretty confident they're not walking into a trap. He does throw a last glance to Gamora though just to make sure he's not reading something wrong. He takes in the space greedily as he walks in, soaking in the clean, white walls and big projector screens. It's like every Scifi movie he ever saw as a kid and he's clearly enjoying just looking around for a moment. It looks like Star Trek finally came to fruition. "Can I..." Touch everything? Good, because he's going to without waiting for an answer. The people and their stats flash across the screen as Steve describes them, clearly orchastrated by said genius dude. Tony Stark... Wasn't there a big tower in New York with his name on it? He wonders if there's any relation.
Steve's still going, and he's getting intrigued. The Guardians are just a few misfits, what he's describing is a real army, each one more impressive than the last. He listens with rapt attention, finally standing still in the middle of the room as Steve comes to describe himself. Peter remembers vividly how his grandfather would tell him about the veterans. That it wasn't their fault the way they were. The words come to his lips automatically, ingrained in him before he can stop them. "Thanks for your service." You can take the Midwestern boy out of the cornfield... and lightyears away, but he still respects what Steve is about. The guy is an American hero and icon. He's starting to get the picture finally. And he feels like they are seriously going to underwhelm these guys when they find out who the Guardians of the Galaxy really are.
He clears his throat, remembering himself. He's not from here, not anymore. He shouldn't have said that. "That's a lot of geniuses." They have... none. So there's that. Each of them is something of a specialist, but they range from the average-high intelligence of Rocket and Gamora to dumb as rocks like Drax and Mantis. He sighs at the mention of Spiderman, though he seems cool. There's no nifty image for him, probably because he's not one of the team officially. "We have a teenager too." He says it in the weary voice of a parent, still trying to absorb all of the information being flung at him.
"This is all... super radical, man. Honestly." He's having trouble finding fault with any of it. It's when his spirits finally start to elevate -- they might have a real change against Thanos. And to think, Nebula almost went out to get killed by herself. Now she can be part of this. They all can. He swallows.
"Everyone... all these people who work for you, they get the stakes, right?" At least some of them will die. They've accepted that, and Steve gave the speech! Peter knows. But he can only take fully informed, willing participants in this. It's not going to be pretty.
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Date: 2017-07-30 07:27 pm (UTC)Steve's still going, and he's getting intrigued. The Guardians are just a few misfits, what he's describing is a real army, each one more impressive than the last. He listens with rapt attention, finally standing still in the middle of the room as Steve comes to describe himself. Peter remembers vividly how his grandfather would tell him about the veterans. That it wasn't their fault the way they were. The words come to his lips automatically, ingrained in him before he can stop them. "Thanks for your service." You can take the Midwestern boy out of the cornfield... and lightyears away, but he still respects what Steve is about. The guy is an American hero and icon. He's starting to get the picture finally. And he feels like they are seriously going to underwhelm these guys when they find out who the Guardians of the Galaxy really are.
He clears his throat, remembering himself. He's not from here, not anymore. He shouldn't have said that. "That's a lot of geniuses." They have... none. So there's that. Each of them is something of a specialist, but they range from the average-high intelligence of Rocket and Gamora to dumb as rocks like Drax and Mantis. He sighs at the mention of Spiderman, though he seems cool. There's no nifty image for him, probably because he's not one of the team officially. "We have a teenager too." He says it in the weary voice of a parent, still trying to absorb all of the information being flung at him.
"This is all... super radical, man. Honestly." He's having trouble finding fault with any of it. It's when his spirits finally start to elevate -- they might have a real change against Thanos. And to think, Nebula almost went out to get killed by herself. Now she can be part of this. They all can. He swallows.
"Everyone... all these people who work for you, they get the stakes, right?" At least some of them will die. They've accepted that, and Steve gave the speech! Peter knows. But he can only take fully informed, willing participants in this. It's not going to be pretty.