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[ INT. Shared Housing, Floor 13, Room 4 – Very Late Night.

We open on a shot of the living space in one of the many shared housing units. It's dark in the messy room, with a couple of red jackets tossed onto the backs of chairs. Nearby, soft snores are audible.

In frame is a small, wooden creature, his giant eyes squinting with concentration as he stares at the screen. An old, beat-up mp3 player and a Sony Walkman sit beside him on the coffee table. The little creature mumbles a tiny, irritated— ]

I am Groot?

[ —in the same tone of voice someone else might use to ask, “How the hell do you work this thing?” He pokes at the screen fruitlessly for a while, but soon enough, his eyes light up as he shoves his hand forward one last time.

Suddenly, “Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap” by the illustrious AC/DC shrieks over stereo speakers.

DONE. DIRT. CHEAP.

Sorry about your beauty sleep, Floor 13. And probably Floors 12 and 14.

The sapling yelps, scrambling and panicking to figure out how to stop this crazy thing, just as a sleep-tousled Star-Lord stumbles into frame, flicking on a light. Barely audible over the music, ]

Groot, what are you—?

[ Busted.

Peter picks up the device, sees that it’s recording, and he grimaces. ]

Oh, son of a—

[ Which is when the feed and the music both cut out. ]

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[The Tetherer happens to be on the 12th floor, which heard enough echoes of this foreign music to stir them from their light slumber, groggily trying to palm at their phone.

Only this isn't their alarm, and it's coming from the floor above. Lovely. The Tetherer is not used to noisy neighbors. They consider going upstairs and having a stern word as to the hour of the interruption, but it stops quickly enough. A mistake, maybe.

Since they're awake, they glance at their phone and see there's a video explanation to go along with the disturbance. Their eyes are hooded with sleepiness as they flip on the video, interested enough -- and awake enough -- to consider replying.]

Your ward seems like quite a handful. I take it this isn't a regular occurrence?

[At least they hope it's not.]

[ Hey there, neighbor. Peter, for his part, is looking equally sleepy, hair still mussed from his rude awakening. (There may also be a faint crease in his cheek from his pillow.) Beside him, on the coffee table, Groot is silently fuming about the unfairness of it all. ]

No, it's not. Usually, someone is smart enough to ask for help.

[ Peter doesn't see it, but Groot silently and derisively mouths along with Peter's words, mimicking him. ]

[They snicker tiredly at Groot's immature antics, but don't tell on him. It'll be our secret, Groot. If the Tetherer can keep a straight face, at any rate.]

Does "Groot" not need to sleep? I've never seen a person quite like him.

He should be sleeping. [ And Peter says it pointedly, looking at Groot askance just as the kid starts mimicking him again. ]

I saw that.

[ And Groot freezes before hunching up, pretending like he wasn't just making fun of Peter.

Peter sighs, running a hand down his face, then, ]

He keeps weird hours, normally, he'd be asleep around this time. Like most folks ought to be.

[The Tetherer definitely has to cover their mouth to keep from laughing too loud and waking up anyone who was spared from the AC/DC sleepocalypse.]

Maybe he needs a schedule. Something to keep him sleeping at a normal time?

That assumes he'd bother sticking to it.

[ In that exasperated sort of way that says, "the child is a menace and cannot be stopped."

But anyway. That's an issue (and a conversation that will likely start with, "I'm not mad, I'm disappointed...") to tackle in the morning. For now— ]

I'm sincerely hoping you keep weird hours, too, and not that all the noise woke you up.

[They have the gall to look a bit bashful when he says that, as if the Tetherer is the one in the wrong here.]

Well, it was... I've never heard that song before.

[They are a Bad Liar. They sigh, realizing that the subject change won't help.]

Don't worry, I'm not mad at you or Groot. It was an honest mistake.

[ It's Peter's turn to look a little sheepish, and he scrubs at his eye with the heel of his palm. ]

Still, sorry about that. Aren't we sorry, Groot?

[ This, a little pointedly at the kid, who fumes for a second before offering, ]

I am Groot.

[ ... apparently, this counts as an apology, considering Peter looks satisfied by the answer. ]

[Since that's all they've heard this child say, it seems like as much of an apology as will ever exist. It's a fascinating way to communicate, for sure. Certainly makes an impression.

The Tetherer smiles sleepily at both of them, especially Groot.]

It was no one's fault. But I appreciate the apology, Groot and...

[Ah, yes. Names.]

Sorry, I've just moved in and haven't met all the neighbors yet. Did you mention a name? I'm the Tetherer.

Oh. Uh.

[ ... the Tetherer is such a cool code name what the heck. ]

Peter Quill. Folks call me Star-Lord.

[ which is a lie. almost no one calls him that, unless they're humoring him or don't know any better. ]

Sorry we couldn't meet under less noisy circumstances.

[It's both a code name and their real name. It's Complicated.]

I've met people under worse circumstances, Star-Lord. What makes you a lord of the stars?

[ Ah. Okay. He tilts his head one way then the other – clearly dithering – as he comes up with the appropriate answer. ]

It's just a call sign. Nothing literal.

[ —not anymore, anyway. He used to be part god, so maybe being called Star-Lord wouldn't seem so overwrought, at that point.

But mostly— ]

I picked it up a long time ago.

I see. I'll stick with Peter, then. Where'd the name come from, if it wasn't literal? If you don't mind my asking.

[ Peter waves a hand dismissively. ]

It’s nothing interesting. It’s just a thing that stuck, is all.

[ In that light, airy way that definitely says, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

There’s a story there, obviously. One about late nights and staring up at the stars and dreaming about flying out there, some day. Helping people, righting wrongs, throwing up the double birds at the Prime Directive like Captain Kirk. One where his mother would smile and laugh and call him “Lord of the Stars,” over and over and over, until “Star-Lord” just became faster to say.

But, hey. Peter will talk about a lot of his life, but that story is securely locked away in the Disney Vault. ]

What about you? Where’s “the Tetherer” from?

[They're happy to take that explanation at face value, if he doesn't want to explain it. They knew going in that names can be very personal things, especially chosen names.]

I was born with the Nature of Tethering, which makes me the latest in the succession of the Tetherers before me. Only one in all the universe has this Nature at one time, and thus can take the role of one of the three gods in the center of the universe.

[So, you know, no big deal.]

[ Peter's mouth has a bad habit of acting before his brain can process what he's hearing, which is why his lips part to respond.

But then the gears in his head finish turning, the words registering, and— yeah. Okay. Those were definitely words they just said, and grammatically, those were definitely sentences. But even still, Peter's expression twists into one of complete confusion. Then, ]

... What?

[Ah.]

It basically means I'm the god of Tethering the worlds together. Which part was confusing? I can explain more, if you need me to.

[ yeah. Okay. That doesn’t clear up anything, if Peter’s honest. (Why do worlds need tethering? Aren’t they just out there, doing their own thing? What are the other two gods, if there are three of them, and what do they do? And aren’t gods supposed to be, like, immortal? Since when is there a succession plan?)

But mostly, he keeps sticking on a single point. That point being, ]

... You’re a god?

[ He can’t help the wariness that inches into his voice. Peter’s had some bad experiences with folks who call themselves gods – or, more specifically, Peter has had a singular fuck-awful experience one (1) with giant Celestial douchebag. ]

Ah... Yes. I've given up my role however, and have decided to stay here in the Quarantine, where my power is much more limited.

[They'd also prefer people not to flip out about the god thing, but that sort of comes part and parcel with the territory, doesn't it? Maybe they should keep this sort of thing closer to their chest, but they don't particularly enjoy lying. Nor are they any good at it.

They're far too earnest for their own good.]

[ He frowns at that, though he tries to conceal it.

(See, he's been a little worried that Ego might show up, one of these days. And considering the guy could be anyone, anything he wanted, Peter might be a little paranoid.

... but if the guy did show up, he doubts he'd be stupid enough to approach Peter and then start in on the god stuff again.) ]

Why would you come here? If it limits your powers, or whatever.

Well, I didn't arrive on purpose.

[Said with an ironic smile. But it fades.]

But I prefer it this way. There are countless worlds in my reality, and countless lives to go along with them. I was responsible for all of them. In ways that could help or harm, in equal measure.

[If they stay vague, it sounds more like they're simply shirking their responsibilities -- which they are -- than running from a system set up to Destroy many of those lives.]

[ ... ah. Okay. The way it was phrased kind of made it sound like they chose to be here, but apparently they were in the same boat as most of the other folks Peter's talked to. ]

But there was another person in your position before you, right? [ Peter thinks he understood that much, but, hey, maybe he's wrong. ] Did they, like, retire or pass away, or—?

Well, no two people with my Nature can be alive at once in all the worlds, so yes, he passed away. No Tetherer has met another Tetherer.

Then— How do you know what you're supposed to do? Like, do they leave behind detailed instructions?

Oh, there's many millennia of literature on the subject, left behind by previous gods. In addition, records are kept on the Nexus, where we have traditionally lived once found. I happened to be born on the Nexus rather than another world, so I was learning and being trained in my role since birth.

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