“Maybe I should’ve given you a regular plastic drone for you to start learning to pilot, instead of a vibranium one with thrusters.
Carlos chuckled, a little anxiously. “Yeah, probably,” he said. He didn’t dare touch the remote anymore and he just held it awkwardly in his hands, waiting for Stark to take it back.
Tony grinned, “It’s vibranium, the stuff Captain America’s shield is made of.” He stepped as close as possible to Carlos. “Formulas are nothing but easy to write out script unless the people trying to make them usable step out of their anylitical comfort zone an actually use them in real life,” he admonished.
“I know, sir,” Carlos said, to him. “It’s just, uh, vibranium’s pretty expensive stuff, to say the least. I don’t want to just… damage the components and make it a useless hung of metal. And I’m not trained in piloting. Honestly, I’m still surprised you let me in on a delicate project like this, considering it’s for your work with the Avengers…”
“Maybe I should’ve given you a regular plastic drone for you to start learning to pilot, instead of a vibranium one with thrusters.
Carlos chuckled, a little anxiously. “Yeah, probably,” he said. He didn’t dare touch the remote anymore and he just held it awkwardly in his hands, waiting for Stark to take it back.
“Yeah, boo hoo, ‘ya had a $&#% day, just heard about Kate Spade, I get it. My day ain’t exactly been a walk in Pee Wee Herman’s shoes, either. First ‘ya get swindled out of a deal, a fat paycheck, after a night of Netflix and kill with Tori Spelling’s crapshoot of a twin, then what? The &$#@%/ wuss up an’ books it to Tijuana.”
The reminder of what transpired hours ago left Deadpool once again seeing red. And with a click of the Desert Eagle, he fires a few rounds of bullets into the lone glass that’d been left behind on the counter of the bar.
“When I get my hands on ‘im, I’m gonna rip his innards right out of his @&$ and use it as a jump rope.”
Carlos jumped in shock and he stared incredulously at the masked man. “Dude, what the f@$*??“ he asked. “I don’t know who Kate Spade is!” Who the hell – who let this maniac into the bar?? “And I don’t know who would even want to walk a day in Peewee Herman’s shoes.”
Carlos swallowed and scoot his chair away, turning toward the other man defensively. He tried to relax – he couldn’t freak out.
“Look, uh, I’m sorry you’ve had a sh*t day yourself,” he said as carefully as he could. “Uh, but I don’t think property-damage is the answer. I mean, heh… what could a poor little glass have done?” Has someone called the police? He hoped so.
“No fun in low profile bro. You know that.” Kisses his cheek and nuzzles pulling him back to the house.
Halfnut was now sitting on Tullk back somehow keeping the stronger ravager down.
“I’m bein’ serious, Pete,” Kraglin told him, following. “We can’t be attractin’ attention when one of us don’t look human.”
Carlos looked up as the boys entered and smiled. “Hey, guys – Dad’s starting dinner, so go ahead and sit down on the couch if you like.”
Peter nods to Kraglin understanding and takes a seat on the coutch watching Jamie and Tullk. “Got a group question here out of a rating of 1 to 10 1being that Jamie’s a cuddly kitten and 10 being Armageddon. How dangerous/scared are you Of halfnut…. you know crazy Jamie.”
Tullk looked at Peter with a raised eyebrow. “That’s an awful personal question ye be askin’, boy,” he murmured.
Jamie blinks and shudders. “10 I don’t like halfnut. He’s…. scary mean…. likes bloodsnd violence.”
Tullk turned to Jamie, a little surprised. “You didn’t hafta tell ‘im nothin, Jamie,” he said gently. “Y’alright with him knowin’ yer feelin’s?”
Jamie looks to him. “We’re family here Yeah? Not crew…. not on the ship with no one else….. only bad one here is halfnut…. but…. he’s quiet now. Can’t hear nothin….he came out for a little bit…. but he’s gone now. .. just me Jamie. Just me….”
Peter grins and gives Jamie a big hug. “Yeah just kitten Jamie.”
Tullk just looked at the both of them before nodding. He could understand – they weren’t on the ship. They could relax some.
“Yeah… just like a kitten,” Tullk commented with a smile.
Jamie huffs and half punches peters arm and goes to Tullk snuggling against him.
Peter rubs his arm. “Owww… kittens got claws..”
Tullk just huffed softly in amusement, putting his arm around Jamie. “Ravager, boy.”
Kraglin just smiled and ruffled Peter’s hair.
Peter huffs But smiles and leans against Kraglin.
Jamie hums a bit sniffing as the food starts cooking. He pulls his bag full of plant samples close to him and starts sorting them and testing them with his scanner.
Carlos and Mikey worked in the dining room to expand the table and get it set for everyone. Mr Ramon still did most of the cooking as he asked Yondu to do some things for him to assist.
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