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Gaurdians of the Galaxy; An Old Friend |Jones Sparrow & EasilyAmused|

Of course, to Nikki, her expression of surprise and speaking to Rocket was nothing abnormal, yet the group around her seemed shocked expect for Groot who seemed to just be looking at her with a sense of calm; almost an understanding way upon his face that caused Nikki’s gaze to flick back and forth between Rocket and Groot. Groot seemed to understand something and the look on his face was a sorrow-filled understanding of loss. Was he… was he the last of his kind too?

She was shaking out of her thoughts by the bickering between Quill and Rocket before Rocket mentioned at Quill upset her, she couldn’t help but smirk but she did her best not to turn her attention upwards, as to find herself face to face with his rear-end if she did. Though… well it was hard not to steal glances before turning her attention completely away. The sudden shout by Gamora seemed to pull everyone’s attention and while the muscle head showed enthusiasm, the green woman had a point. Her attention moved to the glider before looking back at the house, than back to Quill who called for her, only to ironically call her a ‘highness’. She didn’t say much but gave him the ‘one moment’ finger before dashing back into the building and within the moment she came back out; changed into a pair of dark brown pants and a black shirt with her leather jacket over her arms. Her bag on her back, the same bag Quill had seen her with so long ago and her father’s blade strapped to her back. Climbing onto the scooter she took the seat furthest away from Quill obviously not enjoying the idea of having to be in the same area with him and are these guys really the Guardians of the Galaxy? What a joke!

“Where am I supposed to sit?” Rocket complained as everyone took their seats but with a new person, there was less seating available.

“Allow me.” Nikki said brightly plucking Rocket from the ground and placing him upon her lap. Before he could argue she began to scratch behind his ears and he seemed to mellow, almost melt in her lap. As the guilder took off she shared the stories of his kind. She shared that they were masters of stealth and her people would observe them in the wild and learn from their actions in order to be masters of stealth when it comes to battle and that they have used that to their advantage for many many years. Her regaling of tales took them long enough to get back to the ship and as it should have been predicted the breaks were extra hard causing the group to fling forward… except for Quill for some strange reason.

It seemed like Nikki wasn’t the only one who was unhappy of her arrival onboard the ship. Upon her walk back to the sleeping quarters she was cornered by Gamora. “Who are you?” Gamora asked questioningly leaning up against the wall of the small hallway.

“Someone you don’t need to know that much about. I’ll be gone by the next planet stop don’t worry about it.” As Nikki attempted to walk away Gamora cut her off.

“Quill and all of us are friends, if you have a problem with him, you have a problem with us.”

This caused Nikki to turn to her. “Oh I have a problem with Quill, he had a chance to sell me to The Collector and probably would have for the amount of money that was being offered. And I don’t have an issue with you Gamora; yes I know who you are. I have an issue with your sister.” To that Gamora jumped, sliding a blade against Nikki’s throat, only to feel something gabbing against a vital organ in her stomach, Nikki had moved a dagger from her wrist and met Gamora’s threat with one of her own. “Oh did I strike a nerve there? Your sister led the assault that killed my people; genocide on a massive scream of billions but me,” Her eyes began to water, “I lost everything, everyone I’ve ever loved; so excuse me for holding a grudge against her. Understand this, my blood is not yours to shed, if will be it, it shall be hers… if she can.” There was silence in the hallway before Nikki spoke again. “If you truly are a Guardian of the Galaxy like Quill claims, than you must be looking for some form of redemption for what you have done in your past. Letting me live to defend my people’s honor is a good addition to what you’ve already done… or you’ll have to deal with Quill bitching about blood all over his ship. I know the stories of what you guys have done, if you truly are who you claim to be, but anyone who knows your history knows that you’ve got a lot to make up for, but are also aware that you possess the talent to do so.”

Weighing her options, Gamora’s fingers danced against the handle of the blade. It bothered her to see that Nikki showed no fear of the situation but merely wanted revenge. Gamora wanted revenge on her so-called-father so she could understand the want and need for revenge. After making her choice, the green skinned woman moved back from the blue haired woman and the silent stare-down of mutual understanding filled the hallway before they simply nodded and parted ways.

Nikki retreated into one of the spare rooms to find that no one else’s stuff had claimed it. She threw her bag onto her bed and sat down on the corner of it, her elbows against her knees and her fingers in her blue locks. Water droplets hit the floor between her feet. Yes she was crying, reliving that horrible day of the death of her people was hard, she had some of the best bounty hunters on her tail for the reward on her head placed by The Collector and now she was stuck on a ship with a large tree who seemed to only speak one line, a creature that reminds her way too much of her home planet, the sibling of the woman that killed her people, a man with no idea of sarcasm and Quill because he’s just plain Quill. The man who almost sold her before and now, everything weighing on her shoulders was because of her presences with Quill in front of The Collector; as you can imagine, it made for a lot of running and she was tired.

💖A Different Kind of Love💖 |role play|

A small giggle left her when he mentioned that he wished to make sure that his work was treated properly, her and her people knew better than to dishonor someone’s creation but he wasn’t aware of that so his statement was understandable, especially since she could hear the undertone of joking in his voice. He had a sort of dry sense of humor but even it was funny. A nod left her as she gave him a small grin from behind the glass and a nod. “If you need to pick anything up from your personal forge I’d be happy to send some people to help retrieve the supplies you would need.”

She took another drink, almost finished with her second glass of wine before placing it down on the table, only to have a staff member scoop it up and replace it with a refilled glass. “I’m hoping everything can be completed within three months, which since some of them are smaller tasks would be, what I would consider, a reasonable amount of time. But you’re the expert for amount of time needed. I will insure that you have accommodations here in the castle so you can be close to your work and all your needs are met.” To that she took a drink, feeling the warming liquid relax her body, her hands tingling with nervousness as she heard laughter off in the distance. Apparently Kristoff had caught up with Ana and was attempting to drag her out onto the dance floor.

Captain America and Agent 13 (Jones Sparrow and EasilyAmused)

Sharon had found out that it was pointless for her to lie to Steve and even if she wanted to, she felt like she no longer could. After she found a connection with someone she thought she’d never feel; she couldn’t imagine her life without him in it. And if the only stipulation was ‘don’t lie to me’, she will tell him that he looks fat in jeans if he does. Sounds simple right?

His comment about hidden injuries made her smirk, a playful almost teasing smirk. So, let’s be clear. There was lying, then there was teehee, I’m lying. She couldn’t help but do a playful teasing lie every once and a while, but the smirk on her face showed that she was joking. “Well… I might have some neck pain… But you know what they say about booboos, if you kiss them it will make them better but… I can’t reach my neck.” Her full lips turned into an innocent pout as she turned her head and pointed to the side of her neck. “Will you kiss my neck and make it better?”

You Get What You Give

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You Get What You Give

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Gaurdians of the Galaxy; An Old Friend |Jones Sparrow & EasilyAmused|

Did Nikki really think Quill would sell her to some crazy collector guy? Honestly she was torn. He seemed to enjoy his time with her… and if he didn’t he was a damn good actor. But money walked, and talked loudly for those who listened; and bounty hunters listened closely to the call of money… if they didn’t she wouldn’t be in the situation she was and she never would have met Quill in the first place but mistakes are mistakes and her target just blew up so she was a bit out of options at this point.

Her attention moved from Drax to Quill as she whipped off her face with her already dirty hand; it was rather pointless to say the least but it was how she could keep herself from punching him right in the face. Or stabbing him, but that didn’t quite work to her advantage the last time with the big guy picking her up and nearly choking her to death. Her eyes flicked back to Drax who said that they had blown up the Collector’s house as well, this made her smirk before she moved her harden glare back to Quill. She took in a deep breath and started a sentence with, “Listen here you d…” But she was cut off by the sound of a speeder flying towards the four and halting at them.

Nikki’s chocolate colored eyes moved in the direction of the noise before landing on something she thought she’d never see again. “Oh my god…” She said sounding in complete shock as Rocket walked to her and spoke. Her hand cupped over her mouth as her eyes watered with tears. Even as Rocket and Groot argued back and forth and Peter informed her that they were the Guardians of the Galaxy she looked more awe-struck by the presence of Rocket than anything else. “I can’t believe it.” Inherently she dropped to her knees in front of Rocket getting to his eye level. “I never thought in a million years I’d see another one of your kind… and you can talk… Oh if my people were alive to see this… there… there would be rejoicing in the streets, if we had streets.” She waved her hands slightly, mainly to fan off her face to keep the tears from falling. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Your kind was considered wise, intelligent and, and…” She sniffled again, before continuing. “very important to my culture as the representation of our people. Never in my dreams did I think I could run into one that would talk!” She waved her hands once again against her face to calm down her eyes before offering him her hand. “Please, forgive my over-reaction; I don’t have much to remind me of my people so seeing you, especially talking, is rather overwhelming to me. I’m Nikki, Nikki Ivy.”

“I am Groot.” Groot said looking down at her.

As you can imagine, Gamora and Drax were rather surprised to see someone react to something they used to consider a vermin and the two exchanged looks before looking at Quill. Gamora leaned over and whispered, “Your friend is weird.”

You Get What You Give

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Captain America and Agent 13 (Jones Sparrow and EasilyAmused)

“Steve,” She began, her thumb ran gently along his cheek as he finally looked at her. “Listen to me, and listen closely because I’m only going to tell you this once.” Sharon leaned forward, to make sure that he didn’t break eye contact with her. “You help people in so many ways. Your stories inspire children to do great and wonderful things, your actions protect hundreds of lives every day and you bring hope. In the end, hope is all we ever have and it is the driving force to accomplish anything. You, Steve Rogers, are hope.”

Leaning forward she placed her forehead gently against his, “We are a team. You, me, the Avengers, S.H.I.E.L.D. We all are a team. Have hope that we can do it and we will be able to. Plus, I just found you. You can’t get rid of me that easily.” With that, she gently placed her lips against his. She didn’t keep them against his for too long in case he wouldn’t be happy for the reaction for she pulled back and smiled softly at him.

Spider-Man: Childhood Friends (Jones Sparrow and EasilyAmused)

It wasn’t very often that Lexi got crying emotional. Simply because she traditionally had a rather happy life. Then there were situations like this, things that just really got to her and made her sad. But could you blame her? She had a friendship with a young man who was battling something that should have been unbeatable but, he was pulling through and as Peter had said, he will be okay and that’s all that Lexi could ask for. Harry deserved to be well and okay, the poor guy.

Climbing back into the car, Lexi started the motor of the engine and allowed the car to warm up as he talked on the phone with Aunt May and her wonderful yet un-wonderful timing for phone calls. There was rarely a time where she would call and not interrupt something that Peter and Lexi would feel was important. She had spent a lot of time with Aunt May and knows how the woman thinks but… well she seemed to have excellent timing in butting into romantic moments. Typical old woman!

The car had begun to warm up and Lexi pulled off her gloves, feeling comfortable enough to place her hands on the stirring wheel. A smile crept across her full lips as he hung up the phone and muttered about having to do winter cleaning. “Oh my poor man.” She said softly after returning the first kiss, “Always working so hard, tonight sounds like a good night to relax afterwards.” Her soft hands traveled slowly up his arms and back into his hair with a grin. She loved playing with his hair and she truly loved this man. “Spandex, smores and my boyfriend? I think that sounds like a magnificent night.” She said playfully.

“Speaking of spandex…” Oh that was a brilliant way to start a conversation but she ignored it reaching into the back seat and grabbing her backpack. Pulling out her wallet she opened it up and proceeded to hand him three twenty dollar bills. “Here, call it an early Christmas present. Before you contact me to start the city patrol, go get yourself something to wear under the suite to help keep you warm.” Before he could protect, she leaned forward pressing her lips against his with a passionate embrace of lip folding and tongue. After a minute or so, she pulled back and gave him a grin. “No complaints. I want to get you one but you know your own size and what would work best for you better than I do.” With that she gave a ‘that’s final, deal with it’ nod before smirking and starting the car into drive.

The trip was short getting to his house and she was disappointed to see him go even though she’d most likely hear from him in an hour or two but alas, it was time apart. She waved him good bye after she finally stopped kissing him and let him leave the car and watched him walk into the house before she drove herself home.