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[st_arlord]

A curse escape his lips and then a piece of metal went flying through the air. It landed on the pavement of the parking lot and rolled a foot before landing on its side. Quill stood up and looked at the beginning of his project with disdain. It was a chair welded onto a sheet of metal right now and he was currently trying to curve the next piece of metal. There were hunks of metal from various parts of the inn: an abandoned table here, a chair there, the side of the vending machine. After experimenting with some of the items, Quill discovered if he took a side of the vending machine off, it would be replaced the next day. It would be slow going, but maybe in months or a year he'd have enough metal for what he wanted to make.

"Note to self, the fridge door is useless," He said to himself as he kicked the broken metal sheet in frustration.

Building a space ship form scratch is going to take forever

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[st_arlord]

Quill almost muttered that it would heal quickly, but he decided he didn't want to walk around with a limp. He looked up at Bucky who approached. He knew he was from the same world based off of hearsay from some of the people he hung around more.

"Theoretically?" He asked. "This? This is a space ship. Or it will be."

[st_ranger]

Bucky nodded his head and stepped closer, inspecting what Quill was working on. He didn't know the man personally but he'd seen him around. And, while he really wanted to help another person, he didn't have the skills that Tony Stark had. He couldn't build something technological, no matter how much he wanted to be of assistance.

"It's a good start," he said positively. And he meant it, he wasn't just trying to placate the man. "Need some company?"

[st_arlord]

"Thanks," He said, proud. "And sure! Could always use an extra pair of hands. You ever built a ship before?"