Marvel rp: Post-Civil War ENDGAME SPOILERS

Peter:

“Star Trek,” Peter repeated, nodding. “It’s a movie. But, uh, not important,” he added with a mumble as he watched her go to the closet to pick out a costume. His eyes then briefly trailed downwards to the raccoon, and he lifted his eyebrows. “Seriously?” he said. “You really are a daft animal sometimes, you know that, Rocket?” He shook his head, a short laugh escaping his lips as he pointed at the Guardian. “You already are a stupid raccoon!” And then he muttered to himself about who really had the issues. Not him. Nope. Rocket was the one with the issues. He didn’t even know he was a raccoon—

Peter’s grumbling to himself was cut short because his eyes were back on Gamora. “That is one foxy dress,” he said. “That is totally not what I had in mind, but you are wearing it.” He was already imagining her in the red dress, and he couldn’t help the goofy grin on his face as the words to “Come and Get Your Love” began to play on his Walkman.

'Cause you're fine
And you're mine, and you look so divine
Come and get your love
Come and get your love

(I’ll get up a reply later!)

Steve & Bucky:

Steve looked over at Tom. "You think?" A hat and glasses always seemed to work as a disguise in the real world, but he had a feeling that at a Halloween party full of the very heroes who always used the same disguise would see right through him. Still, he wasn't too worried about who knew it was him. It was just a Halloween party, so all the fun came in dressing up. In fact, it probably would be funnier if they knew it was him but had no idea what he was dressed as. "A civilian," he'd tell them. "Just that." They'd probably give him a funny look, but he'd pretend it was just clever.

Bucky listened to the conversing over Peter's music, and when Tom turned to him, he let out a laugh at the other's words. "Yeah, why are we in this closet still, anyways, when there's a secluded corner calling my name out there?" He followed Steve and Tom out of the room, eyes looking over all the halloween decorations. His eyes then once more fell upon Tom, and he lifted his eyebrows. "I'd like to see that," he said. "But, be warned: I heard that he once defeated a guy in a dance battle. So, if he challenges you, well, good luck."

Logan:

Logan's hands went into his pockets and came out empty. He'd forgotten his cigars had been confiscated, so there went that idea. He let out a groan and leaned his arms onto the porch railing. His eyes looked over the large expanse of land that was the Avengers Base, and he sighed into the air. The others had convinced him to throw on a costume (which honestly was something he probably could have been seen sporting after a battle, which is why he'd hesitantly agreed) but a party was another thing. Did he actually have to attend? He was more of a 'grab a drink (or ten... probably ten) and sit alone' type of guy. He didn't dance. He didn't socialize. He didn't really... party. Outside was much nicer. Not so loud, not so... full of people trying to have fun.

He unwrapped another piece of candy he'd grabbed and stuck it in his mouth just as he heard a thud behind him. He stopped chewing his 3 Musketeers and slowly turned to face the screen door, which now had Percival's face in it. Despite himself, Logan cracked a wolfish grin. He watched Percival attempt to open the door, and he could have helped the poor guy, but he honestly thought it was funnier to watch. He lifted his eyebrows in disbelief at how long it was taking him to open the dang door. When he finally made it through, Logan answered, "Alone. Although, you've sort of ruined that." His eyes did a roll, and his attention was drawn back to the open fields. "Are you trying to sneak out?" He wouldn't have blamed the guy; he'd have snuck off if he didn't had an odd sense of loyalty.

Peter:

"Because you look good, Gamora," Peter said, sounding serious for once. "That's why I think you should wear the dress." And now it was joke time. "And, besides, no one knows who I am, either. So we can both fit in by not fitting in, right?" That made sense, didn't it? Maybe it made more sense in his mind. He shrugged to himself because it honestly didn't matter, and then out of the corner of his eye he saw Rocket running off. Curious, he turned to Eveline. "What'd you say to him that got him so excited?" he asked. The only things that got him excited were new weapons and ridiculing Peter-- oh, no. Oh, no. "What did you say to him?" he repeated, feeling like Rocket was up to something stupid.

Eveline:

There was some pride in Eveline's expression when she realized that she might have actually given a good suggestion. She watched as Rocket ... rocketed ... away and then had her attention drawn back to Peter. Her expression reverted back to the same one she had had for a very long time. It seemed to be her neutral expression. "I'm not sure what you mean," she said. "I just told him that he should wear a costume. Isn't that what you wanted?"
She was likely making an enemy here, but she didn't mind too much. Her attention briefly went to where Rocket had exited the room and then glanced back at Peter. "Relax."
Apparently, shyness could be put aside sometimes.

Tom:

"Yes, I believe on is calling to you," said Tom. "The one I'll be standing in." He jabbed a finger at his chest. "Anyway, someone has to tell everyone what you two jokers are."
He scoffed a bit, but it sounded like a joke. He moved with not so much a purpose as a general sidle toward the Walkman.
"As for a challenge, I don't think so. Trust me. Peter will know who's music this is and I'll be untraceable from it."
There was mischief in his voice. Then, without much hint, the Walkman disappeared.
There was a strangled sound from it - though it didn't seem to be a sound coming from anywhere on Tom's person - and then suddenly the Walkman was back in the same place. Tom, standing a couple feet away from it at best, looked at Bucky with both eyebrows raised.
Music that the almost assuredly from the era Bucky and Steve had grown up in started to play. Tom looked not a bit surprised. Though how he had gotten a cassette was anyone's guess.

Percival:

"Alone is relative," said Percival, in more of a chatty school teacher voice that Logan probably would like to hear. But either way, he seemed like he was going to attempt to make friendly conversation.
"No. Not trying to sneak out. I'm being rather obvious about it if I was." He shrugged one shoulder and then reached into a pocket, pulling out a cigar lighter and running it through his hands. If he smoked - which was up for debate - than he didn't pull anything out. Instead he just glanced sideways at Logan.
"What about you?" he asked. "Would you sneak out? If there was something interesting going on?" With the way Percival said it, it implied he had something in mind.

(I have not forgotten about this, but I probably won't be replying until after november!)

(The busy-ness for me has only just begun XD)

Peter Quill:

Peter lifted an eyebrow at Eveline as Rocket disappeared. Is that what he wanted? Perhaps. But not like... that. Rocket never zoomed off like that and hardly ever grinned in that manor unless he had some evil scheme cooking up in his mind. Peter wasn't sure that was what he wanted. He let out a nervous laugh. "Right," he mumbled. "And, no, no, no," he said, quickly. "I will not relax." He made air-quotes around the word 'relax'. "You don't know that raccoon." A maniacal laugh escaped his lips. "Oh, no. You do not know that raccoon."

Peter stood beside Eveline in the guest room, anxiously waiting for both Gamora and Rocket to reappear. It seemed like centuries later when Rocket came through the doorway first and then Gamora. At first he stared at Rocket with a perplexed expression. He looked like a fool with a too-large shirt and--- Wait! That was his shirt. Peter's face transformed into that of anger, nose scrunching up and eyes narrowed. Was Rocket trying to be him? Oh, that wasn't funny. That was... that was cruel. "That's my shirt, raccoon," he growled at last. "Take it off---" And then he froze again, finally seeing the stupid name tag on the shirt. And that's when Peter smiled, shook his head, and very easily changed his mind about how he was feeling on the subject of Rocket's costume. "No, no. Keep it," he decided, beaming ear to ear. "It looks way better on you, anyways, moron."

Laughter erupted from his throat, and then his eyes found Gamora. "Holy---" He closed his shocked mouth, and he swallowed, blinking. "You look... wow."

As for the music, Peter was too busy staring at Rocket and then Gamora that he hadn't even noticed the change yet.

Logan:

"Right..." Logan muttered, his eyes traveling back to the fields. "So, you're bothering me because...?" He slowly returned his gaze back to the other man, and his focus drained in on what he'd pulled out of his pocket. Narrowing his eyes and tilting his head slightly to the side, Logan said, "What are you doing with that? And... the only thing interesting about that party is how un-interesting it is. Unless... you plan on doing something to change that." Again, his attention was focused on the object in Percival's hand. Maybe this guy was alright.

Bucky & Steve:

"Jokers?" Both Steve and Bucky said the word simultaneously, Steve with more surprise than Bucky. "Steve's not a joker," Bucky added. "He can't joke, not even if it was to save his life." He sideways glanced Steve. "Sorry, Steve." Steve shrugged like it didn't bother him. He knew it was true, so there was no denying it. And then they both curiously watched Tom. At first, both men were confused. But then Steve crossed his arms, clearly unhappy, and Bucky said, "Wait, you're not serious, are you? Untraceable my--" Steve punched him to stop whatever Bucky was about to say, and said, "Nice, choice of music, Tom. When Peter comes running, I'll be glad to let him know it was you."

(I’m down for that, haha. Logan wouldn’t mind crunching on a candy cane xD && instead of costumes, looks like we’re doing ugly sweater (;
Mint, do you like this idea as well?)

Eveline:
There was a small, soft smile on Eveline's face that she assumed no one but her saw. She was not particularly inclined to be anyone other than herself and for the time being she could be. She could smile and assume that no one was watching. As it was, Peter seemed to be finding the whole situation amusing. For some unknown reason. Maybe he was just capable of laughing at himself. If that was the case, maybe Gamora actually had good taste.
Eveline glanced away when Peter started focusing on Gamora again. It was clear to anyone with a set of eyes that they were a couple. She attempted to catch Rocket's eyes, just to see what his reaction was, but then hurriedly glanced away. Her curiosity warred with her shyness. A party wasn't the best place for learning anything about the people around her, particularly if they all made her feel a bit sick.
But she didn't think about that. Instead her attention shifted a bit to the new music. She frowned. Hadn't Peter threatened a bit about this?

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Percival:
"Because you're convenient," yawned Percival. "And possibly interesting. That last one is yet to be seen, since I know nothing about you."
The lighter spun between his fingers, absently and without any intent. "This? Consider it a security blanket. Plus I noticed you weren't lighting cigarette and I figured I needed a bit of light to see."
He didn't light anything though. Instead he placed the lighter back into a pocket. "I could do something to change this uninteresting party, though." Percival raised an eyebrow at the distant view. "Do I have your interest or ...?" He tapped at the pocket he'd placed the lighter in. "Or I could make somewhere else interesting."
It was unclear if his statement was connected to the lighter or whether he was just making conversation.

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Tom:
"Hum?" Tom said, arching an eyebrow with a mischievous light in his eyes. "No. No, I think not. See, I have no evidence on me. But I believe you, Steve Rodgers, have a cassette in your back pocket that seems to be in the same genre as the one playing. I think that's very suspicious." He tapped his foot against the floor, as if listing off something as he thought of it. "And I sure that both of you know Peter far better than I do and could have prepared for this." Tom leaned against the back of the couch, both arms crossed as he considered both Bucky and Steve. "And that's just the evidence that I'm telling you about." There was a light in his eyes that might have more closely resembled a cat. Calculated and superior. Not like he was mocking Steve and Bucky, but like he had set up a really good prank that he was proud of.
"And it's good music," he mused lightly. "Very period. Very good in its time. I do wonder if both of you couldn't quote the lyrics for most of these."

(Alright! )

Quill:

"Oh, I know that, Rabbit," Peter said, pleasantly. "I know that." And he pet Rocket on the head like a "good dog" and glanced once more at Gamora. His eyebrows did a fancy dance. "Gamora," he said, "I think very much that the point was to look 'wow'." And he was grinning far too much for someone in a fluffy, oversized christmas sweater. "I mean, you'll certainly win 'best dressed' for the christmas party. But, you're right. We better get out there or else they'll think we disappeared or something." 

He stepped one step out of the room and-- "What the heck happened to my music?"

Steve & Bucky:

Meanwhile, Steve and Bucky were very much hoping that Peter 'disappeared or something' as they tried to change Peter's music back to Peter's music. With narrowed eyes, Steve glared at Tom. Although he quite missed the simple music of his time and would have loved to grab Peggy and spin around the room, there were three problems: one, Peter had warned against changing his music; two, Peggy wasn't there; and three, Steve still hadn't quite learned to dance, not with Peggy at least. And now the music was just bringing back bittersweet memories.

He blinked away a tear, and then said, "Wait, what did you just say?" Having been too lost in his own mind, he only caught the last bit of Tom's sentence that sounded oddly like 'a cassette in your back pocket'. With a confused huff, he felt around his pocket and sure enough there was a dang cassette sticking out of his pocket. With a laugh that was hardly amusing, he pulled the cassette out of his pocket and held it out to Tom. He should have been concerned how it had gotten into his pocket in the first place. But he found that he was more worried as to what Peter was going to say. Although, funnily enough, he didn't know Peter as much as Tom had claimed. In fact, he hardly knew Peter at all. "I don't even want to know how you sneaked this into my pocket," he said, considering his nice party suit was pretty tight, "and I probably don't want to know how you grabbed my cassette, either." He'd probably find his room a mess, no doubt. And he'd know -- he'd know -- if one hair was out of place. "But it's not evidence against me if you're the one holding it--" And he waved it in front of Tom, ready to pass the flaming torch. 

Just then, Peter appeared around the corner. Bucky bit back the laugh in his throat, the cassette held high in Steve's hand. "Too late for that one, Steve," he said, grinning despite the cruelty of Tom's prank. "And, no," he added to Tom as Steve blinked in Peter's direction and lowered the cassette. "It's been a long time since any of us had a reason to sing." 

John:

John was sitting by the fireplace, looking into the flames as he sipped a hot chocolate.

(Yay, John's back XD)

(John appreciates it XD

p.s your avvie is spot on //thumbs up)

(Kk! No rush! (: )

Logan:

"Are you a mutant?" Logan asked, staring at the man, his eyes narrowed with interest. Usually he had a pretty good eye for telling. But, he wasn't always right. In fact, there were many times that he'd been wrong and it had landed him in some pretty poor situations. But that was a story for another time. This man... he had to have been something given the way he was talking. Maybe not a mutant... but even a magician or a man cooked up in a lab, right?

Logan studied Percival, brushing his thoughts away for just a moment. "Regardless, Pyro was a bit of a... rebel, so none of us got along with him in the end, either. It wouldn't surprise me if you didn't like him. But, it's all about choices. He could have been good. We all can be good." Again, Logan found himself trying to understand the man before him. He seemed to be skilled at avoiding questions in a casual way. Logan might have dismissed it if he'd been anyone else; but, it wasn't something he could easily dismiss when it was a tactic he was used to using himself. Still, there were other ways of getting answers without having to ask.  

He caught the lighter in one hand, then, and turned it over, running his fingers along the plastic. "So, speaking of choices," Logan began slowly, eyes lifting back towards the man who was proving more and more to be a mystery (and Logan quite hated mysteries, especially considering he, himself, was one, which frustrated him at the best and worst of times), "would doing as you ask be a good choice? Do you make good choices?" 

Cap & Bucky & Peter:

"Christmas carols, Steve," Bucky said, looking to Steve with fake enthusiasm. "He wants us to sing Christmas carols!"

But Steve was looking at Peter as the space man advanced on them, and he hardly paid attention to whatever it was that Bucky or Tom was saying. With a calm face, he said, resting the cassette down on the side table, "You've got a good taste in music." In trying to avoid a fight, because, honestly, he didn't know how Peter really would react, he decided to appeal to the man's senses. It was a good tactic in debate, anyways. "Music, obviously, has changed quite a bit since my time. I could get used to your music, though."

Peter stopped in front of Tom, Steve, and Bucky. He tilted his head, eyes slightly narrowed. First his gaze landed upon Steve, seeing as he was the one holding the cassette, but then his eyes slid over to Bucky, who was shrugging, and then Tom, who appeared to be having way to much fun with this. Eyes back on Steve, he said, "Okay... but if you like my music so much, then why is it not playing?" 

Steve let out a nervous laugh. "Ha. Right. That is a good question, isn't it? Eh, Buck? Must have just slid in the wrong tape. You know, technology these days." His eyes danced over to Bucky. Help me.

But Bucky just said to Steve, "Yeah, yeah, it is a good question." And his eyes slid on over to Tom. His eyebrows practically disappeared into his hair as he repeated to Tom, "Wouldn't you agree, Tom? Why is Peter's music no longer playing?" 

John:

The flames reflected in his eyes, and his vision began to blur from staring so long without blinking. He finally did blink, though. And, stupidly, just the thought of blinking made him think of Clarice. He couldn't help it. He let out a sigh, and he rested his hot chocolate on his lap, hands wrapped around the mug. Not even a second later, movement caught the corner of his eye. Without having to look over, he knew who it was. But his eyes slid over in Eveline's direction, anyways, and brushed his long hair out of his eyes with one hand. "You don't like the party?" John asked casually. "Or, maybe you just aren't a fan of holidays?"