[Closed to Quill] The physics is theoretical, but the fun is real.

[st_arkintern]

Peter Parker is sitting in the cafe, a textbook sprawled out on one side of the table, a graphing notebook filled with complicated-looking equations and the corresponding math on the other. Today's self-chosen subject of study? Lagrangian mechanics.

Peter idly taps his pencil near the bottom of the page and lets his chin sink into the palm of his free hand. If he keeps looking at this, he thinks he's going to lose his mind. He's been trying to figure out this answer for fifteen minutes now, and he's pretty sure that he's made a mistake somewhere, but he can't find where.

Peter folds his arms against the table then lays his forehead against them with an audible groan. Truly, it is a groan of despair.

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[st_arkintern]

"Okay," Peter says, nodding. What traits should he be demonstrating? He's not really sure, but it's not exactly a test if you ask for all the answers.

"I should really get back to my homework," Peter says, though it's not really homework when it's work he assigned himself. Maybe demonstrating responsibility was one of those traits that he was going to be graded on and showing that he was responsible enough to get his work done would be another notch in his favor.

"Would it be okay if you told me more about the Guardians later? And about Celestials." He'd met a lot of different people here, but none of them could claim to be Celestials. "And your powers." One of his favorite things to talk about.

[st_arlord]

"Yeah, of course. You can come find me any time, dude." He said with a grin. "It's nice to have someone from home, even if you haven't actually met me yet."

Quill also liked talking about himself. This was win-win.

He stood up and turned the chair back around so he could tuck it into the table.

"See you around, Spider-Man." Quill said with a wink and a small salute.

Then Quill walked away to try and defeat his video game nemesis.