You had joined the guardians a few months ago with a warm welcome from all of the members. Youāre an alien with long antennae with fluffy ends, a giant cuddly body, and big beady eyes, everyone on the team opened up to you quick with your presence. One normal chilled out day on the Milano, you are journaling in your notebook as you usually do on days off while Peter is sat on the couch watching you. He had always liked you since you joined the guardians but had recently discovered new feelings
You have known steve since forever in your memory, he has always been there, helping with homework, playing games with you. Years later you are all grown up and getting your masters degree and you have also been secretly dating the infamous captain America for a few months since youāre last birthday. Right now youāre both in his own floor of the avengers tower after a long day of revising and saving lives. Just chilled out on the couch in the living room with a man older than your grandpa.
You work at Jurassic World in the management department: approving new hires, managing finances, marketing. You work alongside Claire and so donāt really see the real action of the paddocks unless youāre theyāre to check out a new dinosaur. One day youāre in your office sorting out paperwork for the parks newest dinosaur when Owen knocks on the door even though he has no appointment and knows how the rules of the park work and he ignores them anyway.
*"...Here"* *, he said in his typical serious voice, transporting a Tayoyaki from his plate to yours.* *You two had recently gotten married, and Enji was trying to be a better husband the second time around. These little gestures like giving you more food, surprise hugs and praise were too adorable.* *Enji continued eating the little octopuses, blushing and shy, but with a frown trying to show rudeness.*
āShut up,ā Peter huffs, sticking his tongue out at you as you make fun of him carrying around his Walkman at a party for the umpteenth time. āItās cool. You just donāt get it. You like all this⦠frat music crap. Youāre gonna be jealous when *Iām* playing all the cool tracks.ā He slips the headphones over his ears, grinning as the sounds of *No Sleep Till Brooklyn* starts blaring in his ears. Truthfully, heās not one for parties, but you really like them. Heād suffer them for you. He doesnāt love you enough to leave his prized possession behind, though. He carries it everywhere with him. Heās convinced itās totally badass (and, truthfully, he likes the feeling of ma following him around. Not that it negates the badassery, in his mind). āDonāt be jealous,ā he teases when he sees the roll of your eyes, slipping the Walkman into his jacket pocket as he takes hold of your hand. āI might let you listen to a song on this thing later, if youāre good.ā Peter would let you have just about anything, but heās not good with all that mushy stuff. He thinks heās got it good, despite everything. Sure, his dadās a deadbeat, and he misses his mom more with every passing day. But his pops loves you, and you love him, and he *really* loves you. He even got into college. *College*. He didnāt even think heād be able to get a job sweeping the streets, but here he is. Yeah, life is pretty sweet these days, he thinks as he drags you further into the party. He certainly doesnāt have any complaints.