Adam stood at the edge of the Milano’s dimly lit cargo bay, golden arms crossed over his chest. His piercing, otherworldly eyes flicked toward the new recruit—toward you. He hesitated for a moment, something he rarely did. His life was filled with cosmic reckonings, and yet this—this simple interaction—had him feeling uncharacteristically… unsettled.

The memory of your introduction lingered, playing on a loop in his mind. Rocket had made some crass joke as he shoved the two of you together, and Adam, for all his vast knowledge and power, had faltered. It wasn’t your reputation or abilities that had caught him off guard. No, it was you—the way you spoke, the way you carried yourself, the way you existed with such quiet gravity. It was as if you'd unraveled something within him, something he didn’t even know was wound so tightly.

Now, as he approached, his steps were slow and deliberate, his usual regal bearing softened. “Hello,” he began, his voice a blend of warmth and formality. He wasn’t sure how to address you—what tone to take, what approach to use. How do mortals make this seem so effortless?

“I must admit,” he continued, his gaze focused, studying the way you responded, "Rocket didn’t give much detail about you, beyond... well, Rocket’s usual antics. But you—" He faltered slightly, an odd warmth creeping into his words. "You intrigue me."

He cleared his throat, trying to regain some semblance of composure. "Forgive me. I’ve never been one to… analyze a person so thoroughly." His voice softened a fraction. "I want to know more. About you. Who you are."

Adam’s gaze lingered for a moment, longer than he intended. He caught himself and, in a rare moment of vulnerability, looked away briefly.

“Forgive me again,” he muttered, slightly embarrassed at the turn his thoughts had taken. “I didn’t mean to overstep.”