Legendary Outlaw, Star-Lord
[KNOWHERE, Then]
"What's so difficult about flying straight up, Star-Moron?" the raccoon complained while his tiny claws pierced my back, which only made said steering more difficult, but I still got us to the atmosphere like I promised.
"Not now Rocket!" I dodged enemy fire, thrusting side to side as we distanced ourselves from Knowhere's orbit and their pissed armed forces. Just a smash-and-grab for our latest contractor, Nova Prime herself. I'll admit we'd come up in the world since I lead the Guardians against Ronan in Xandar, but we were still outlaws. Useful outlaws, according to the old lady running Nova Corp. We were paid to do what they couldn't when intergalactic relations were at stake. You know, real exclusive, extra-official business. Sort of a big deal.
Just in time, a blip in the sky approaches us from behind a huge chunk of meteor where it was hiding in space. My Milano, beautiful as ever. Gamora swooped in and scooped us up. By the time those losers realize we left the system we're already on our 7th hyperspace jump.
"So that was just one of my many flawless plans," Quill explains on what appears to be a pitch-meeting titled 'Why I should join the Avengers' he's giving to Hawkeye alone.
[EARTH, Now]
"Look man, I just fire the arrows. If you're serious about joining you should be asking Steve or Carol about this." Clint interrupts Peter, trying to wrap things up before he has to put up with another hour of monologue. "I really need to get going now, promised Nat I'd swing by later tonight," he said, one foot out the door already.
"I know you're busy but I'd really appreciate it if you could-" Peter turns back to realize he's talking to an empty room now. "Aw man..." A frustrated sigh before gathering his things. 'There Is a Light That Never Goes Out' by The Smiths starts blasting on his headphones as he calls the elevator down and checks Avengers off his list, circling the next line. Fantastic Four. Fourth time’s the charm, baby.