( he doesn't look particularly surprised when she asks if he's called star-lord, but the corners of his lips quirk slightly and the response is an immediate, dismissive— ) Sometimes. ( a beat. ) I prefer Peter.

( over the years, he's had a love-hate relationship with the name slash title slash pseudonym, peter's not really sure what to call it. on good days, when things have gone to plan and he has a crew and a team and they haven't imploded due to his poor decisions and apparent inability to listen and take the right action? yeah, sure, star-lord is great.

the rest of the time? when it serves as a poor reminder of everything he regrets and misses and is trying to ineffectively run away from? it's less great.

then she says her name is wanda and he looks at her — really looks at her. she's not the wanda he's familiar with, he's almost certain of that, and she's definitely not the wanda he'd encountered in the cancerverse, either.

there could be worse people to be stuck in this room with, he thinks. he holds the letter out to her. ) I'd say it's nice to meet you, but we've already met. ( beat. ) Kinda, anyway, I guess. ( a breath of a pause because one, he's dealt with weirder and two, they've — apparently — got more important things to deal with. ) Have you read this?