thealextheshipper:
im-an-octopus:
I can already imagine the horror on Tony’s face when he sees Quill walking around with a Zune, calling it “the latest technology”.
Oh my god, he’d have a freaking heart attack.
“Look. This is my zune, it’s the latest earth technology, it can hold thousands of songs!”
Tony rips it out of his hands and gives him a stark phone. “Millions of songs, plus you can play games on it. You’re welcome.” Walks away grumbling “Fuccking zune piece of shit.”
Hey so I’m going to have to disagree with you there 150%. Here’s what really happened:
“So what’s the deal with that…” Tony paused as he tried to figure out the right word, “that situation.” He motioned to the brick-like device strapped proudly on Peter’s belt.
“My Zune?”
“Yeah.”
The thing was ancient, in Tony’s–and most of the world’s–eyes, and he’d been admittedly horrified when Quill, confused that nobody else had one, bragged about being ahead of the times. But aside from the initial shock, Tony couldn’t say he was surprised. Peter was one in the same with his Zune, in the sense that they were both outdated objects trying their best to exist in a modernized world. It didn’t go unnoticed that Quill’s knowledge of Earth stopped in the late 80’s. He was very much like Steve. A time traveler, wide-eyed at the wonders of the present, but clinging to the safety of the past. And like Steve, Peter adapted. He learned, and accepted what he learned; save for the news Michael Jackson had died. Peter was smart and put music as a priority. By now, he would’ve discovered something more…practical. Tony knew there was a story behind that damned Zune.
Peter, on the other hand, was feeling very self-conscious. Tony Stark was already becoming somewhat of an idol to him, and while he was excited to be catching up on all he’d missed, there was still some embarrassment attached to how behind he was.
“It was a gift from,” Peter’s voice hitched. Yondu? His dad? He had two perfectly good options he could use, yet, neither seemed able to leave his mouth. “It was a gift.”
Tony nodded in understanding. One fragmented sentence was all he needed.
“That gift could be about fifty times better if you give me a few hours with it.“
Peter clutched his Zune protectively. “What do you mean?”
“I mean I can give it some upgrades. It’ll look the same, I promise. It’ll just be better. And if I mess it up, I’ll give you one one free punch.”
“It’s worth more to me than just a punch in the face.”
“Well we can negotiate on that one later.”
***
Tony was rambling. Something about a GPS, extended battery life, and so many songs, but all Peter could focus on was the case. It was red, the same shade as his jacket, and on the back was a symbol he’d come to know very well. Ravager flames. The same ones he used to wear. The same ones Yondu wore until the day he died. “How did you…?” Peter trailed off and traced his thumb over the outline.
“A little green birdie gave me some design advice. It’s just a placeholder until I can get my hands on something stronger. It might take some time, but it’ll make that thing indestructible,” He paused, briefly losing himself in his own thoughts. “My father used the same stuff a long time ago to make something for a friend. Might as well carry on the legacy.”
Quill nodded, still half-listening as he began inspecting the newer, sleeker images displaying on the screen. All his songs were still there. So were the playlists he’d made to single out the music given to him by his mother. But under those were lists he never made, each titled a different name. Clint’s Mix, Steve’s Mix, Wanda’s Mix, Natasha’s Mix, Tony’s Superior Mix…and a few other names he didn’t yet recognize. Tony peeked over his shoulder.
“Figured we needed to modernize more than just your tech. With the exception of Rogers–who is the only thing older than your player–I think you’ll have more than enough to bring you up to speed. Welcome to The Avengers…or more importantly, welcome to 2017.”
