❝ We don’t have time for your IMMATURITY, Quill. I’m trying to keep you from getting killed—you know, doing my JOB. If it means having to kiss you, and locking us in a closet together, then so be it. —- Plus, I’m not sure I enjoy all that stubble against my skin… ❞
WHEN she says this, she reaches a hand up, her fingers gently running over the stubble against his jaw, a SMIRK placed firmly on her face. She doesn’t linger, and drops her hand as soon as she’s done making her point. She knows any movement might draw them closer, and by any means, she wishes to AVOID that. A low sigh leaves in a breath, and her eyes maintain their FOCUS on Peter. Her chest rises and falls with each short breath she takes, spotting the frustration in his tone as he speaks. The movement on the opposite of the door cast shadows through the slits of the blinds. Without a thought, she leans her head forward, their face making contact for a CHASTE moment, while her fingers lower a blind to peek outside. The agent retracts her hand, raising her head before turning her face towards him again.
❝ A smart person would do a THOROUGH sweep of this floor, including any closets that appearEMPTY, before making their way DOWNWARDS, because why wouldn’t we make a break for it? —- But they’ve already passed this closet twice. I think they’re going in CIRCLES. I’m just not sure I want to risk it, since we’re both UNARMED. ❞
anyone else would have these playful gestures returned by the flirtatious outlaw from beyond the stars. but given the time they’ve spent together & carter’s supposedly abhorrent disposition towards him, quill decides that she’s just working an angle or attempting to placate him for whatever reason. there’ll be a nice conversation about this suggestive string of events once they get themselves out of this situation, assuming that they can without being apprehended by whoever wants ‘em both in their custody.
all the points she brings up about properly searching the perimeter are true, which leaves him questioning what those knuckleheads out there are actually doing. hands move to her hips but he gives her look, conveying that he isn’t just being a little shit this time around. pushing his back against the wall to give her some room, peter spins carter around so that she’s properly facing the door. “ we’re gonna have to go out there. “ he explains a bit reluctantly, reaching for a a broom in the corner behind them.
“ there’s, uh … a broom. maybe a mop, not sure. oh! a wrench!! i think i feel a wrench, whatever it is, it’s made out of metal. now, all we have to do is wait for them to circle back around a few more times – make sure it’s just the two dudes. we pop out, knock ‘em out, then take their weapons. cake! “
