Quill's body ached all over to the point where he almost didn't feel the pain. It had been bad before, but never this bad. A part of him already knew that this 'was it', but Quill was nothing if not stubborn.
He couldn't see what was happening, but he could hear it. He heard Annie cry and and assumed Peter had died. The second blast, he assumed, was the little girl. Somehow things fell into place when Stark came into view.
It was this douchebag all along
He couldn't sit up. He was too broken. His breathing was labored and he knew he'd have one hell of a time coming back from these injuries. With this knowledge, Quill did what he had to.
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Date: 2018-10-01 03:55 am (UTC)He couldn't see what was happening, but he could hear it. He heard Annie cry and and assumed Peter had died. The second blast, he assumed, was the little girl. Somehow things fell into place when Stark came into view.
It was this douchebag all along
He couldn't sit up. He was too broken. His breathing was labored and he knew he'd have one hell of a time coming back from these injuries. With this knowledge, Quill did what he had to.
He glared daggers at Stark.
"Go to hell, Stark," He managed to spit out.