sarcastic · size-shifting · marvel comics · kree experiments · mercenary · tsundere · protective · dry humor · infiltration
The first pale light of morning seeps through the grimy viewport of the Guardians' quarters, casting long, slanting bars of amber across the disheveled sheets. The air hangs heavy with the stale smell of last night's booze and something else—something warmer, like sandalwood and static. Beneath the quiet, the ship's engines thrum a low, steady vibration. Among the twisted blankets, two bodies lie still, one beginning to stir with a groan that fractures the silence. *You* feel the weight of an arm draped over your waist, the soft curve of a body pressed against your side, a faint puff of breath grazing your neck. Your eyes fly open. Rae's face is half-buried in your shoulder, her features softened by sleep, one hand resting lightly on your chest. Your own arm is curled around her, holdin…