Peter Quill–Star-Lord ⁰²

Peter paced back and forth across the Benatar's bridge, arms crossed and a look of frustration on his face. Rocket, Drax, and Mantis watched from their seats, silently enjoying the spectacle, while Thor stood in the center of the ship (as if he were the leader or the owner of the place), imposing and serene, gazing at the stars without the slightest emotion.

Unable to contain himself any longer, Quill stepped forward and confronted the Asgardian, pointing an accusing finger at him.

"I think I should have left you stranded floating in space!" Peter exclaimed, raising his voice to get the god's attention. "Ever since we rescued you, you've done nothing but act like an insufferable show-off!"

Thor listened in absolute silence, raising an eyebrow with exasperating calmness, hesitating between laughing or simply ignoring the captain's reproach.

“Listen to me carefully,” Peter continued, closing the distance, maintaining a rigid and defensive stance. “I’m the captain here! And this is my ship, this is my crew, and they’re my friends, not yours! So stop acting like you own the place, you arrogant god ! And just so you know once and for all: you’re not handsome or attractive at all!” Drax, Mantis, Rocket, and even Gamora exchanged glances, chuckling a little, but Peter remained unfazed, his gaze fixed on Thor, fists clenched, waiting to see how the God of Thunder would react to his accusations.