Rocks Fall Everyone... (Closed to Quill, Peter, and Alec)

[st_hotflashes]

Liz was, again, dressed in the leather outfit that Quill had 'designed' in order for her to look and feel more like a superhero. Today was a training day and so she was following Quill out into the wilderness for whatever task he had planned for her. After what happened in Europe, Liz really wanted to be sure she could hold her own. She wanted to be Peter's equal, not a hindrance.

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[st_x5_494]

Alec could think of a dozen ways to finish that sentence and Quill would be right in all of them but a) he didn't want to agree with Quill and b) he didn't think Quill got a say right now anyways.

He pointed at Quill over Liz's body. Liz, who was currently holding her head with one dirty, brusied hand. "You're touching her over my head body." He wasn't exactly being protective of Liz so much as he didn't want Quill making more of a mess of things, and he was being bitter.

Quill was lucky Alec somehow became in charge of the girl because he really wanted to get up and beat the shit out of him. His medic training wouldn't let him.

"You've done enough. You should be thankful we have magic in this stupid place or else - " he paused and glanced to Peter, then didn't finish the sentence.

[st_arkintern]

Peter doesn't say anything. He's filthy and he's tired and he's aching and he's still coming off the fear of being trapped under the rubble with Liz and being afraid that he'd end up hurting her in any attempt to escape.

Now probably isn't the best time to be having this argument anyway.

Peter shakes his head and helps Alec pick up Liz, and once they're both ready, lifts her up.

[st_x5_494]

Alec is pretty sure Liz doesn't have any broken ribs because she seemed to be breathing okay in her sitting position. Not that it really mattered once they got her to the clinic.

Liz, for her part, focused on keeping upright and still for them, though she desperately wanted to close to eyes and lean against Peter. She blinked lazily. She was only catching bits and pieces of conversation.

"Sorry." Alec managed in the middle of their walk back.

[st_arlord]

Quill watched as the started to walk away in disbelief and guilt. He was trying to help, but every turn he made turned out wrong.

"Fine, I'll just stay here and.... Clean up." He said, trying to make a joke even he knew was lame.

He sighed and shook his head.

"Good going, Star-Lord." He muttered to himself.