Jacob Peter Quill Aesthetic
(You’re probably wondering … wait why is he on this day – well you’re just going to have to wait and see *smirks wickedly*)
He was wet, muddy, wet and did he mention muddy? He bent his knees, and leaned against the makeshift wall, which was getting him wet and muddy.
Jacob Peter Quill wondered if he would ever see home again. He left the green hills of Wales, over three years ago, not long after his mother died. He had volunteered for the army, and was soon shipped out to the Front, where he stayed.
He had seen death and destruction.
Survived battles his friends didn’t.
Yet he hadn’t moved from this spot, or at least it didn’t seem like it.
The armies were in a stalemate, stuck across a mile of No Man’s Land, taking pot shots at each other.
His tall frame made for good target practice for the Germans. He’s learned over the years to either walk slumped, or bend his knees more.
A commotion caught his attention, Chief was handing out goodies to some of the soldiers. They gave him smiles and sincere thanks, it was these small things that made life in the trenches bearable.
“How does a bear like you survive in this small cave?” Chief smiled at him, handing a small wrapped gift, he could smell the fresh meat.
“Hibernating.” He answered with a smile.
“I am glad to see you Quill.” He patted his shoulder, giving it a squeeze. “I send prayers to the gods that I will see you after this.”
“What brings you back to the Front?” He asked, seeing Sammy and Charlie coming up the rear.
“Steve has a plan to end the war.” Sammy leaned forward, with a shrug. “Life isn’t boring with him.”
He was about to answer, when he saw the last member of their party. A woman, wrapped in furs, looking around in shock, horror, and honest to God righteous anger. Quill watched as she touched and soothed villagers, speaking in their native language.
The woman turned Steve around, arguing with him, which was a sight to see in itself. Quill at one point had good hearing, but years at the Front had done damage. He glanced at Chief, then Sammy who both shrugged.
When she dropped the fur coat, stepping up to the ladder, wearing a uniform he had only read about. It looked a mix of Greek and Roman armour. The metal was nothing like had seen, and the boots were obviously hand crafted. If he didn’t know better he would say she was a Greek Goddess come to life.
“Diana it’s No Man’s Land.” Steve tried to stop her.
“I’m no man.”
She moved up the ladder and stepped out onto No Man’s Land.
He was watching history take place, but knew it would never make the books.
He looked left, then right and with a nod they followed her over the wall.