Peter Quill watched ahead as Chase droned on and on about annoying people on this island. If that's how it was going to be, he would only make her even madder. It was only the correct thing to do. About to say something else, Star-Lord heard the bushes rustle again. These creatures were going to be the death of him. Literally. "I'll be right back...I have some creatures to eliminate." Tapping the side of his ear, his silver mask appeared, with glowing red eyes. Taking out his elemental gun, Quill slipped through the brushery quietly, with ease. Upon entering a clearing, he saw not the velociraptors that had been on his tail the whole time, but instead a young man. Teenager, most likely. Something about him reminded him of Reed Richards, but then Peter shook his head. "Hey!" Star-Lord shouted at Peter Hayes, holding up his elemental guns. "You've got ten seconds to state your name and if you are going to kill me or not. Common courtesy. Starts now-" he didn't take off his mask.
By the way Telani was looking at him, Coulson could tell that Loki and the others had beaten him to telling her otherwise about his current condition. He stayed quiet for a few moments after her little tantrum, looking her over. Since she seemed to remember him quite fine, he wasn't aware of her mind loss situation just yet. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, I did stop breathing for a good twelve seconds before Fury used T.A.H.I.T.I. on me," he gave a weak smile, taking a lot of energy to give that gesture. "You and the archer, I'm assuming Barton, are both at some of the highest ranking levels. If you didn't know, do you think anybody above you besides Fury and Hill would know of this?" Phil questioned her,marching an eyebrow as he tilted his head. "I do care, honestly I do. It was only to keep you safe. If news got out of me being dead, then suddenly alive again after Fury used it as motivation, there would be a few people at my neck. Besides, it would have been worse if I was still known as alive to all after the whole Steve uncovering HYDRA thing," he didn't even want to go into talking about one of his best agents, Ward, being bad. Stopping talking, all he did was open his arms out wide. "Listen, I apologize. Just come here, I'll explain more later, and we'll let Loki continue to think I am as dead as a door nail." Seemed like a good enough deal. But he knew that Agent Henderson was still probably pretty ticked, considering everything.
Clint curiously watched this girl. Her looks, mannerisms, and how she said Coulson wanted them. Heh, funny thing she was doing there, Coulsom was dead. Right? As she started to back away a bit, Barton stepped over beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "As you may already know, I'm Hawkeye. Call me Clint though. Barton makes me think of work." He shook his head, smiling as warmly as he could. "I heard you mention Coulson? You know he's dead, right? Loki stabbed 'im right in the chest. Thor even saw it," Clint stopped at this point. He felt he could have prevented Phil's death if he hadn't been under mind control. If he hadn't led that attack on the helicarrier, everything would have been mostly alright, for the most part. "Sorry if I missed this, but what's your name?" Barton asked, trying to hide his sadness.
"You're talking to a person who specializes in high tech weaponry for the military. I probably know weaponry more than you," Tony chuckled, almost a bit evilly, enjoying this so much. His back was now turned back towards Rocket, rubbing the cloth on his suit again as he 'polished' it just like the raccoon had told him to. "Oh but I did, Rocket. I played that card, and there's nothing you can do about it, because I already know all the things I am, both good and bad," he turned towards Groot and Rocket, grinning ever so smugly just to annoy him. "And what would those two words be?" Stark wrapped the towel around his hand, hearing Rocket declare the first half of his word. Before the billionaire could even put two and two together, he felt a warm, wet mass splash into his face. Shouting some curses, he took the towel and wiped his own face with it. "Oh you did not just-" he stopped himself mid sentence, taking action. He grabbed Rocket by his gruff, walking away from Groot whilst carrying the raccoon. "You're about to learn a lesson!" Stark walked towards the water, dropping him in it without getting himself wet. Grabbing his gun, Stark stepped into his suit, closing it quickly before hovering above the weapon. With his repulsor rays, he shot out a storm at Rocket's quadruple barrel shotgun.






















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