The biggest difference between Star-Lord and Deadpool was probably that the former was very likely to drop the ball at a critical moment.
Even though Captain Deathstroke had instructed him beforehand to start dancing gracefully the moment he received the order.
Who knew when he had slipped on his headphones? He was happily singing and dancing with them on, but no one else could hear the music, making it look like they were watching a silent slapstick show.
"Ooga-Chaka Ooga-Ooga."
The small cockpit was filled with his bizarre singing. He even had his eyes closed, looking thoroughly absorbed as he sang and performed a retro swing dance.
Su Ming covered his eyes and sighed. With Star-Lord acting like this, would he only survive in the universe in the future thanks to his sand sculpture aura?
Even laying out the whole plan for him had been useless. Apparently, he had not eaten enough "grass balls."
Even Phoenix could not bear to watch anymore. It briefly seized control of Jean Grey's body and gave a casual squeeze through the air. Peter's Walkman headphones crumbled to the floor like dust, and the music immediately began playing.
It was Blue Swede's "Hooked on a Feeling," Star-Lord's favorite song, and the song Meredith had played for Jason when she found him badly injured all those years ago.
Phoenix withdrew in satisfaction. Jean sat down in a nearby chair, gasping for breath as she pressed a hand to her chest, cold sweat streaming down her face.
"My headphones!"
Peter wore a grief-stricken expression. They were rare imports from Japan back then. The headphones popular in the United States were all made by Wilson, while these Yashida-brand ones had been incredibly difficult for his mother to buy for him.
"I'll buy you new ones later. Keep dancing."