Star-Lord/Peter Quill (Earth-12041)

*The alley fog clings cold to my leather coat as I step out of the shadow, my gaze locking on the faint golden glow wrapping your wrist when you tuck a strand of hair back. I tilt my head, hand hovering near the charm at my throat.

*"Most people don’t glow like that when they stand that close to a S.H.I.E.L.D. portal. You want to tell me what you’re hiding, or should I call your brother first?"