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wiypt-writes · 3 years

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Stark Spangled Banner

Ch36: I Bid You Farewell And Good Luck, Morons. Part 1- It’s Like A Pirate Had A Baby With An Angel.

Intro: Thor wakes up on a strange ship, surrounded by even stranger people, a talking tree and a rabbit. Meanwhile, back on Earth, the fight to save Vision is won and the group make their way back to the compound to understand what exactly it is that they’re facing.

Warnings: Bad Language words.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

A/N: So I HAD to write Thor and Tony’s POV over the IW chapters too, because, frankly, they had some of THE best scenes in Infinity War, and I love that freaking Norse God Himbo and chaotic Stark chemistry so bad! I know this is Katie and Steve’s fic, but Steve had so little screen time in this film all things considered…we were so robbed!!! Once again, I can’t thank @angrybirdcr enough for her edits, they’re awesome!

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Chapter 35

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Thor wasn’t dead. But he felt like it. Every inch of his body ached and when he was jerked back to consciousness for a moment, just one split moment, he thought he saw Little Stark. Only it wasn’t her. The woman had dark hair, yes, but as he focussed he realised she looked nothing like the woman he loved dearly as a sister. This wench had huge eyes and antenna dangling from her forehead. And, whilst he knew it had been a while since he had seen his friend, she wouldn’t have changed that much.

Finding his feet he looked around, chest heaving, at the band of people stood in front of him; a woman with green skin and red hair, a man with grey/blue skin covered in red designs, a tree creature- a Flora Colossus unless he was mistaken- which was off to the side draped over a chair, some kind of furry, animal thing- a rabbit maybe- and finally a man who appeared to be a normal, human being. That was until he opened his mouth and Thor realised he was probably the most stupid human being he had ever encountered.

His rescuers had offered him soup, and then when he had explained about Thanos, the green skinned lady called Gamora had told Thor what the Titan wanted the stones for. Which she knew, because she his daughter.

Thanos had a daughter. Interesting.

“Families can be tough,” Thor spoke wisely, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Before my father died, he told me that I had a half-sister that he imprisoned in Hell. Then she returned home, stabbed me in the eye so, I had to kill her.” He shrugged. “That’s life though isn’t it I guess? Round and round, but I feel your pain.”

The human, Peter Quill, pushed his way between Gamora and Thor, and looked at her “I feel your pain, as well, because, I mean it’s not a competition, but I’ve been through a lot. My father killed my mother, and then I had to kill my father. And that was hard. Probably even harder than having to kill a sister. Plus, I, came out with both of my eyes.”

Thor wasn’t paying attention. The man was clearly a moron, and he’d just noticed he had bent the spoon in the bowl of soup and was having a flashback to the time he had tried to bend the Captain’s shield. Little Stark had laughed so much at how annoyed he had gotten when he failed that she had cried. And then, to make it worse, a few days later the Captain had managed to move Mjolnir. Just a fraction, but it moved. No one had seen it, bar Little Stark of course, but there was something there, Thor was sure. Steve Rogers was a man worthy of a lot of things, but his hammer was complicated. You have to prove your worth. That had been explained to him by his Father the day he had given it to him. Of course, he hadn’t realised then that Eitri had actually made it for Hela first.

Eitri… Oh, yes!

“I need a hammer, not a spoon.” Thor mumbled, as the idea took hold and he looked at the pod at the back of the ship. “How do I open this thing?” He began pressing random buttons on the screen next to the door. “Is there some sort of a four-digit code? Maybe a birth date or something?”

"What are you doing?” the rabbit animal, Rocket asked.

“Taking your pod.” Thor replied nonchalantly.

And then there was an argument in which the moron Quill tried to imitate Thor’s deeper voice telling him he could not take the pod, but Thor was going to take the pod anyway because he was the God of Thunder after all, and then the lady Gamora cut them off quite rightly directing the focus back to Thanos by stating they needed to find out where he was going next.

But Thor had already thought of that. “Knowhere,” he answered as he brushed past Quill and over to the refrigerator he had seen Gamora get his soup from.

“He must be going somewhere.” Mantis argued innocently.

“No,” Quill shook his head and Thor noted his stupid voice was back to normal. “Knowhere? It’s a place. We’ve been there. It sucks. Excuse me, that’s our food.” He jabbed, suddenly noticing what Thor was doing.

“Not anymore.” Thor shrugged, stuffing it into a backpack he found.

“Thor!” Gamora cut across the pair of them again. “Why would he go to Knowhere?”

“Because for years, the Reality Stone has been safely stored there with a man called the Collector.” Thor stated.

“If it’s with the Collector, then it’s not safe.” Quill snorted. “Only an idiot would give that man a stone.”

“Or a genius.” Thor shrugged.

“How do you know he’s not going for one of the other stones?” Gamora asked.

“There’s six stones out there.” Thor began to explain, “Thanos already has the Power Stone because he stole it, last week, when he decimated Xandar.”

He didn’t missed the shocked and horrified look the group shared with one another.

“He stole the Space Stone from me, when he destroyed my ship and slaughtered half my people. The Time and Mind Stones, are safe on Earth. They’re with the Avengers.”

“The Avengers?” Quill asked.

“They’re Earth’s Mightiest Heroes.”

“Like Kevin Bacon?” Mantis called out.

“Errr he may be on the team now, I don’t know.” Thor shrugged, having no idea who the man named after a breakfast meat was. “I haven’t been there in a while. And as for the Soul Stone, well no one’s ever seen that. No one even knows where it is. Therefore, Thanos can’t get it. Therefore, he’s going to Knowhere. Hence, he’ll be getting the Reality Stone. You’re welcome.”

“Then we have to go to Knowhere, now.” Gamora stated, looking around.

“Wrong. Where we have to go is Nidavellir.” Thor picked up the backpack.

“That’s a made up word.” Drax, the blue man countered.

“All words are made up.” Thor smiled, slinging the backpack onto his back.

“Nidavellir is real?” The animal called Rocket’s eyes grew wide and he jumped up onto the table and looked at Thor. “Seriously? I mean, that place is a legend. They make the most powerful, horrific weapons to ever torment the Universe. I would very much like to go there, please.”

“The rabbit is correct.” Thor grinned at Rocket’s excitement. “And clearly the smartest among you. Only Eitri the Dwarf can make me the weapon I need.” He turned to the furry animal. “I assume you’re the captain, Sir?”

Rocket grinned and nodded, “You’re very perceptive.”

“You seem like a noble leader. Will you join me on my quest to Nidavellir?”

“Let me just ask the captain. Oh, wait a second, it’s me!” Rocket grinned. “Yeah, I’ll go.”

“Wonderful.” Thor beamed.

“Uh except that I’m the captain,” Quill chipped in

“Quiet!” Thor was now beyond bored of the moron.

“And that’s my backpack.” Quill continued pointing to the bag that Thor was stealing.

“Quill, sit down.” Rocket tapped at the pad and keying in the digits to open the pod.

“Look, this is my ship. And I’m not going to - wait, what kind of weapon are we talking about here?” Quill looked round.

“The Thanos-killing kind.” Thor smiled.

Boy, was it going to be a big, fucking weapon like no one had ever seen before…

“Don’t you think that we should all have a weapon like that?” Quill frowned.

“You lack the strength to wield them. Your bodies would crumble as you minds collapsed into the madness.” Thor shook his head.

“Is it weird that I wanna do it even more now?” Rocket asked.

“Erm, a little bit weird. Yeah.” Thor looked down at him, frowning.

“If we don’t go to Knowhere and Thanos retrieves another stone, he’ll be too powerful to stop.” Gamora stepped forward.

"He already is.” Thor shrugged.

“Look, I got it figured out.” Rocket interrupted, looking at Gamora. “We got two ships, and a large assortment of morons. Me and Groot will go with the Pirate Angel here, and the morons will go to Knowhere to try and stop Thanos. Cool? Cool.”

“So cool.” Thor grinned before he climbed into the pod.

“For the record,” Quill said leaning down to Rocket, “I know that you’re only going with them because it’s where Thanos isn’t.”

“You know, you really shouldn’t talk that way to your captain, Quill.” Rocket smirked, walking backwards and gesturing outwards with his arms. “Come on, Groot. Put that game down. You’ll rot your brain,”

As Rocket sat down Thor nodded out of the pod to the rest of the people on the ship. “I bid you farewell and good luck, morons. Bye.”

******

It wasn’t hard for the team to track Wanda, her red power flashing bright against the dark sky over Edinburgh City Centre, and as the jet followed her movements, the four friends saw her spiralling through the sky with Vision and crashing through the train station roof, just as Sam put the jet on the ground.

Within seconds the Ex-Avengers were sprinting off the jet.

“Katie, Nat, take the side!” Steve yelled, as he vaulted over the railings at the edge of the road running down onto the bottom half of the concrete ramp which led to the station. “Sam, up high and remember, we protect Vision at all costs!”

“Got em.” Sam spoke over the coms. “Platform seven, near the café.”

Steve vaulted over another set of barriers, the station now deserted thanks to the evacuation taking place by the local police. As he ran onto one of the walkways over the lines, he was just in time to see two of the aliens crash through the station roof. Weighing up his options, he realised it was going to be quicker for him to hop down onto the platform he was currently overheard, and jump across the lines to help. He swung his legs over the railings and landed easily, looking up. Across from him he could see Natasha and Katie emerging to the right, as Wanda stood and moved protectively in front of Vision, building power in her hands. An express train whizzed past him and he stood still, waiting and it wasn’t long before the taller, blue looking woman spotted him, and she launched her spear over the platform. Steve easily snapped his left shoulder back whilst leaning over his body with his right, catching the staff in his hand.

“Heads up.” Sam muttered, and as Wanda and Vision turned to see Steve step out from the shadows, fury lining his face, Sam swooped in and kicked one of the aliens across the platform and through a closed café’s security gate, causing tables and chairs to go flying, before he spun and started to fire on the other alien.

Steve launched the weapon he had caught across the tracks where Natasha caught it and stabbed the second assailant in the gut as Katie moved in to head off the other who was stalking back towards them. The weapon Natasha had been using flew back into the alien’s hands and Katie ducked as she swung, jabbing her in the back of the leg with an electric powered escrima stick. The alien let out a yell, stumbled slightly and Steve cleared the platform in an easy leap, rolling and scooping up the second assailant’s staff from the floor, holding it up to block the blow that the creature aimed at Katie. He grit his teeth, planting his legs to absorb the power of the hit, as Katie rolled to the side, jumped up and the two of them began to fight the alien, joined shortly by Natasha. Steve had to admit, the woman (if you could call her that) was a force to be reckoned with, but the three of them were just about getting the upper hand when they heard Sam yell.

“DUCK!”

The three of them did so and Sam flew in hard, kicking the woman backwards where she fell and scuttled over to her fallen friend. Sam landed next to Katie, drawing both his submachine pistols on the couple.

“Get up” The alien instructed to her fallen partner, her voice was deep.

“I can't.” His gravelly, robotic voice replied.

“We don’t wanna kill you.” Natasha spoke coolly “But we will”.

“You’ll never get the chance again.” The female levelled them, with a cold glare and with that a beam shot down from the hole in the station roof and the two were transported upwards. The weapon Steve was holding also shot out of his hand. He frowned in surprise for a moment, looking at his hand then upwards as the beam of light disappeared and the ship sped off.

“Can you stand?” Sam asked Vision as Katie replaced her sticks and walked towards Wanda and the android. When Vision shook his head, Sam moved forward to help him up.

Supported by Wanda and Sam, Vision looked over at Steve, Natasha and Katie, electricity shimmering over his surface. He’d been badly damaged in the fight, and as he spoke his voice distorted.

“Thank you, Captain.”

Steve took a deep breath and nodded. His face stern, but his eyes were much softer than his expression and Katie knew why. It had been a while since anyone other than Sam, Nat or Wanda had called him Captain.

Steve looked at the android, he might have been damaged but they had the stone, and that was the main thing. Nodding, he spoke. “Let’s get you on the jet.” His voice was soft and he moved to let Sam and Wanda support Vision on their way past him, Natasha following.

Katie hung back a little, trying to stop the light-headedness she was feeling from washing over her.

“You okay?” Steve turned to her as she blinked.

“Yeah, just took a whack that’s all. “I’m fine.” She assured him as they took up the rear of the group, her fingers lacing into his.

Once Vision was safely settled in a seat at the side, Sam dropped into the pilot’s seat. Katie hit the button to close the ramp as the Jet rose into the air.

“I thought we had a deal.” Natasha spun angrily to Wanda. ”Stay close, check in. Don’t take any chances.”

“I’m sorry. We just wanted time.” The younger woman said gently.

Katie glanced at Steve, he was stood up in the middle of the jet, hands on the buckle of his utility belt, staring seemingly at nothing but clearly contemplating something.

“Where to, Cap?” Sam asked.

Steve looked up, he glanced at Sam then locked eyes with Katie as he spoke one word, one simple word that they had all been waiting to hear for almost two years.

“Home”

*****

After a few hours, with the morning sky being the only thing in sight, Sam started to lower the jet through thick white clouds and Katie couldn’t help but inhale sharply when the compound began to take shape as she watched out of the front window. It looked the same. The buildings, the grounds…she wasn’t sure why she had expected anything to change, maybe because it felt like everything had changed for them, but either way, there it was. The exact same as the last time she had seen it.

Steve noticed her demeanour change slightly as they landed. She stood up straight, her shoulders squaring as if she was about to face an onslaught. And they were, in a way. On their way Steve had called Bruce to tell him that they had Vision and were heading back, but had had no idea what they were heading back to, nor did he care. Be it Ross, police, the army, whatever, Steve was done bowing to anyone’s will, he was over playing other people’s tunes. The two years they had spent hidden had shown them all that they could operate on their own if required, and he wasn’t afraid to fight anyone who got in his way.

They stepped off the ramp and strode over the lawn, Katie taking a deep breath as she looked around. So many emotions flooded her system, she couldn’t explain or identify half of them. Memories flashed in front of her eyes, visions of long summer nights spent outside in the garden and on the BBQ patio until sunrise. Laughs during team dinners. Sam and Wanda collaborating on pranks. Training sessions with the team and Vision reading Tolkien aloud to Wanda before asking questions about humanity’s love of fiction. Walks and picnics and other things in the ground, just her and Steve. Their wedding, God their wedding! Frequent visits from Tony, bringing in new ideas and improved gadgets. Getting back safe after being out on a long mission. Feeling relaxed and at ease.

Feeling at home.

Steve’s arm curled round his wife for a moment before he pressed a kiss to the side of her head as Vision opened the door.

“Still no word from Vision?”

“Satellites lost him somewhere over Edinburgh.”

“On a stolen Quinjet with four of the world’s most wanted criminals.” “You know they’re only criminals because you’ve chosen to call them that, right, sir? “

“My God, Rhodes, your talent for horseshit rivals my own.”

The sound of the call between Ross and Rhodey echoed down the corridor reaching the group that were making their way through to the lab.

“If it weren’t for those Accords, Vision would’ve been right here.” Rhodey shot back and Katie glanced back at Vision as the sounds the voices grew louder as they neared their destination.

“I suspect it will be a Hollo Call.” Vision said gently, answering Katie’s unasked question. His suspicions were proven correct as they rounded the corner and the lab came into view. Rhodey was stood across from where the holographic image of Secretary Ross was facing off against him.

"You have second thoughts?” Ross was challenging Rhodey, who smiled simply as his eyes shot sideways. Steve strode forward, his presence as intimidating as ever, and the first thing Rhodey noticed was just how dark he looked. Gone was the upstanding, All American Hero, and in its place was someone much harder, far rougher round the edges. Kiddo looked different too. Her hair was shorter and she looked slimmer.

“Not anymore.” He grinned.

The holographic Ross followed Rhodey’s gaze and his eyes fell on Steve who was stood next to Katie at the front of the group, Natasha, Wanda, Sam and Vision behind them. Steve raised his chin a little defiantly and moved to take his power stance, feet apart, hands on his belt, before he greeted Ross politely.

“Mr. Secretary"

Katie couldn’t help the smirk on her face as she watched Ross attempting to cover up the shock he had clearly felt at the group of outlaws turning up again. She locked eyes with Rhodey who gave her the smallest of winks before he glanced back at Ross who was shaking his head slightly as he approached Steve, his holographic form almost trying to square up to him. Steve simply raised his chin further and looked down from the steps he was stood on.

"You got some nerve.” Ross sniffed, staring up at him “I’ll give you that.”

“You could use some of that right now.” Katie shot back bluntly, Ross turned his head to face her for a second. She held his gaze and arched an eyebrow until he turned back to Steve.

“The world’s on fire.” Ross said incredulously. “And you think, you can just walk back in here and all is forgiven?”

Steve levelled the secretary with a firm gaze. “I’m not looking for forgiveness.” his voice took on a threatening tone as he spoke “And I’m way past asking for permission.”

At that point the smirk on Katie’s face grew even wider as she stole a glance up at her husband, pride swelling in her chest as he continued, stoic and unyielding.

“Earth just lost her best defender, so we’re here to fight. And if you wanna stand in our way,” he stepped down to be at level with the hologram, and stared it square in the eyes “We’ll fight you, too.”

Ross was practically foaming at the mouth as his eyes went to Rhodey and he spat out his order, “Arrest them.”

“All over it.” Rhodey promised nonchalantly before shutting off the hologram, shortly after a beeping noise sounded from the computers.

“That’s a court-martial.” He informed the group as he slapped the back of his right hand into his left palm, though his tone said told Katie that he blatantly couldn’t have cared less for Ross’ demands. There was a short pause as the group glanced down at their friend, Steve smiling softly, before Rhodey’s face split into a huge smile of his own.

“It’s great to see you, Cap.” He stepped forward.

“You too, Rhodey.” Steve answered, taking the last two steps down before he shook Rhodey’s hand. Katie threw herself at her brother’s best friend and he gave her a huge bear hug before he looked down at her.

“You do something to your hair?” He teased. Katie smiled, stepping back from his embrace while he looked the rest of the group over.

“Well. You guys really look like crap. Must’ve been a rough couple of years.”

Steve looked round, an amused smile on his face as he glanced at his wife then to the rest of the team.

“Yeah, well, the hotels weren’t exactly five star.” Sam quipped back cheekily, the banter flowing between them like no time at all had passed.

“Uh, I think you look great.”

Steve turned at the new voice to see Bruce inching his way into the room nervously wringing his hands together.

Steve and Katie remained silent, exchanging a glance. In the rush around and the fray of the fight, we’d forgotten to explain exactly who it was that called.

“Yeah. I’m back.”

Katie glanced over at Nat, she had her gaze fixed solely on the scientist as she spoke “Hi, Bruce.”

“Nat.” Bruce answered inclining his head towards her slightly as he fidgeted.

“This is awkward.” Sam piped up. Steve and Katie looked at one another, before they both smiled and looked back up at Sam.

“Any news on Tony?” Katie asked gently, interrupting the silence that had fallen.

“Not yet no.” Rhodey said. “FRIDAY lost him when he left the atmosphere. We got NASA running scans and we’re trying to track his trail but…” He shook his head.

“Typical Tony.” Katie rolled her eyes “Always has to go one bigger and one better doesn’t he?”

Her blasé tone wasn’t fooling anyone.

“Banner.” Steve said gently, looking across the room at the scientist. “Can you fill us in on what we’re up against here?”

“Yeah sure,” Bruce said nodding hesitantly.

Without so much as another word, the group all started to make their way out of the room. As Katie turned to follow Natasha, Steve’s hand gently fell on her shoulder. Without looking at him, she reached up and gently wrapped her fingers round his, giving them a squeeze before she left.

Steve took a deep breath as he glanced around the room once more, before he too followed on, that sick feeling in his gut was getting worse.

**** Chapter 36 Part 2

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kimhargreeves · 4 years

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Collections-Taneleer Tivan x Reader

Summary:You are Peter's sister, always known to fight along side him and flirt with everyone you meet. You catch someone's attention when you arrive at Knowhere and he wants you as a part of his collection.

"We're going to sell this thing."

I stared back at Peter staring down at the orb in his hand. We were heading our way to Know Where to meet with this guy who calls himself the collector and has many rare things in his procession. "Peter think this through. Do you really want to sell this thing to some stranger? We don't even know whats in it."

"We do need the units."

I smacked Peters head and grabbed the item from him, "Sis..for your sake and mine give it back" He warned. I huffed staring back at him and threw the silver ball to him.

"You better know what you are doing." crossing my arms I decided to sit back up on the couch and saw Peter and Gamora also discussing.

We made it over to KnowWhere and made our way into the busy crowd and saw the line to the collectors place was filled so in the mean time we headed to the bar. Rocket,Groot and Drax were playing up ahead with a few other creatures.

Gamora was outside so Peter the flirt he also is decided to follow her an make her company. I ordered myself a couple of drinks when I saw a man up ahead with white hair and dressed rather flamboyant with an alien girl by his side. i wonder who he is. I smirked over to his direction when he looked at me and took a final sip out if my drink,ready to talk to this man when someone stepped in front of me.

"Where you going little sis?" Peter asked with a smirk on his face.

"Pff nothing." I answer him and rolled my eyes and sat back down, "Any guys tried flirting with you? any woman i'm not judging " he ask getting all defensive. I cross my arms and look into his eyes.

"Damn it,Peter. It's not my responsibility to even tell you, I'm an adult now so you should understand. Besides you're a big flirt it's only obvious that i took that charm of yours too." "I don't want you to be like me (Y/N). Don't you get it-"

"Well it's too late for that big brother." I smile and took another glass of alcohol ready to dink it before Peter took a hold of my wrist glaring at me before the door to the bar bursted open and the same pink girl arrived.

"I'm here to take you to my master."

Master? Wonder who might be her master. Peter and I stared at eacb other before he lets go of my wrist and we all started to follow the girl. "Look i'm sorry." Peter apologized first. I scoffed and looked over to his tall figure. "You should be. Peter..I'm not a small kid anymore. You should let me do whatever I want it's not like care what you do to those women you slept with almost daily."

"You're right sorry i still treat you like a kid..I don't sleep with girls daily." Peter starts to ramble on about it. "Of course you do. It's impossible for me to live in the milano with you." We glare at each other again and argue once more.

"It's not like you haven't slept with guys either so don't provoke me."

"Shut up Peter I haven't! so stop whining."

We both stopped and this girl known as Carina introduced us to her master, "I present to you Taneleer Tivan the collector." my mouth fell open when I saw the familiar man and Peter annoyed nudged me so I wouldn't make a fool out of ourselves. The man welcomed us to his place. I couldnt help but stare at these weird looking creatures inside a glass cage,and a small dog also trapped here.

"Enough with the formalities Tivan." Gamora said and I stepped in front with her. "Hi my name's (Y/N),born in terra,currently single if you're asking." I ramble on and Peter grabs my shoulder and pushed me behind him.

"My apologize my sister can be a pain in the ass."

I punched Peter's back and heard him holding onto his breathe at the impact. "These you're friends?" The man asked Gamora.

"..Yes."

We started to talk until Rocket became angry when Taneleer thought Rocket was Groots pet. "Tivan we've been through out the galaxy to retrieve this orb." We looked back at Peter who took the orb out of his bag before dropping it nd handing it to Tivan. We began to follow Tivan and I walked up ahead next to him.

"Hey..I gotta say this is an amazing collection you have around here even if you have a few living things here imprisoned which is also callled-"

"Most of these creatures are enemies.."

I looked back gazing over the poor dog trapped, "Even the dog..?" He didn't respond so I kept talking. "You know you sorta remind me of this singer back on Earth..sorta has the same hair color but looks flamboyant like you..his name if Bowie." He turned to look at me confused of what I was talking.

"Is he well known."

"Of course! He's like a legend back in terra. Wouldnt you like to collect a few more rare items? I could get you some." He stared at me and nodded. He began to explain to us what was inside the orb. one of the most powerful infinity stones was resting inside of it.

"Blah blah we're all fascinated whitey but we'd like to get paid." Rocket already annoyed told him.

"Shhh Rocket control yourself."

"Since when are you this calm?..oh I see you like this weirdo." Rocket began to laugh. "I've had enough with you Rocket you dirty old raccoon why don't you mind your business." I shouted and started to go back outside.

"Stupid smelly raccoon always embarrassing me." I huffed and sat down on the ground and hugged my legs while I stared at these poor kids asking for units or food, "A lady like you shouldn't cry." i jumped up a bit and looked back to see Taneleer looking down at me. Quickly i stood up and began to wipe my tears before he did with his gloved hand.

"Sorry that darn raccoon made me look bad in front of you."

"There's no need to apologize." He said before looking at me with his dark eyes. "I must admit you are quite a strange and unique creature. Unlike your brother who seems like an idiot." He leaned forward and kissed my forehead before I looked up and saw a faint smile on his lips.

"Let's go back inside." Taneleer said and grabbed my hand leading me back in.

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meganlpie · 4 years

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Stowaway

Another Wattpad request! I do not own any of the Guardians of the Galaxy. They belong to Marvel.

Warnings: None?

Pairings: Drax x fem!reader (platonic?? Enemies??)

You hadn't meant to stowaway on the Milano….Okay, that was a lie. You had snuck aboard intentionally. But you hadn't really expected them to take off so soon. It was just supposed to be a quick grab and run. Unfortunately, they didn't seem to know that. They had found you shortly after taking off and now you were sitting in the brig with the big one guarding your cell while the rest took care of their business.

"Hey, buddy," you said, catching his attention. "Do not call me that. I am not this 'Buddy' of whom you speak. I am Drax! The Destroyer!" You pursed your lips in an effort to keep from laughing. This was going to be too easy. Schooling your features, you put on your best melancholy expression. You even threw in a little sniffle, once more getting Drax's attention.

"W-Why are you making that sound? I see no reason for you to cry." You sniffled again. "I'm sorry. It's just…I didn't mean to stowaway. I swear. I was looking for my pet. He wandered onboard. He must have left when I was searching for him because I got stuck where you found me. I-I just wanted him back. My little brother loves him so much." You feigned tears until Drax sighed.

"Why did you not alert us to your presence earlier then?" he asked. You hid a smirk. Like taking candy from a baby. "Because I didn't know if you would hurt me. But I see that you are good. You were only protecting what was yours. I just want to go home now! Please let me go home and I will never bother you again." You were full on "wailing" by this point. You kept peeking at Drax who looked deep in thought. If he didn't fall for this, you were screwed.

You heard the barrier of the cell lower. "You are free to go. But do not touch anything." You nodded. "May I have my bag please?" Drax grabbed your pack and handed it to you. "Thank you." Drax escorted you to the door. Keeping up your charade, you leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. "Thank you," you said before you took off running. You had to get a ship to take you back to Knowhere and fast!

Drax's POV

Drax had done his good deed for the day. He went back to sharpening his weapons. As he did this, he contemplated you. He knew he had done the right thing, but something still bothered him. There was something about you that was odd to say the least. Still, Drax had no more time to think about it as he heard the voices of his companions getting closer.

They were speaking animatedly when Drax interrupted them. With a grin, he announced his good deed. "I HAVE FREED THE PRISONER!" Gamora's mouth dropped open and Quill's eyes closed briefly. "Drax! She works for the Collector! She was stealing from us!" Drax's brows furrowed. "No. She told me that she merely got stuck searching for her lost pet." Quill groaned as he threw his bag down. "She scammed you, man!"

"Scam? I do not know this word." Rocket crossed his arms over his chest. "Yeah, you gotta dumb it down for these guys. She lied to you, Drax. She's got something of ours that she's taking to Tivan. And I bet I know where she hid it. There's probably a secret compartment in that bag of hers. We should look." Drax cleared his throat. "I have given her the bag as well."

Rocket dragged his claws down his face. "Great. Guess it's time to hunt her down." He grabbed his missile launcher. "ROCKET, NO! We are not shooting her with that thing." Rocket grumbled as he put it back down. "Come on. Let's go find her before she gets ship back to Tivan."

Your POV

You had almost made it when you heard their voices. You cursed under your breath. "There she is!" You spotted them to your left so you ran in the opposite direction. You pushed people out of your way, jumped over things, anything to get away from your would-be captors. You kept your bag close to your body. It would be awful to lose it now when you were so close to escaping.

It seemed you knew this planet better than they did because you lost them soon enough. You'd missed your ship but hopefully you could catch another once the people chasing you gave up. Ducking into a back alley, you sighed. This job was taking a lot longer than it should have. Still, that meant more units from Tivan. You were so lost in thought, you weren't paying attention until you ran into something.

You looked up and saw Drax. He stood in front of you with two long swords. You gulped. "Ah, I see you found me…" You turned to run, but the rest of Drax's friends were there. "Caught me again, I guess." None of them looked amused and you soon found yourself back in the brig of the Milano with Drax on guard again.

"You know, you're smarter than you look. I would have bet I'd have been half why to Knowhere before you even realized your mistake," you said, trying to get him to talk. You were bored after all. "QUIET, DECEIVER! I shall not believe your lies again." You shrugged and laughed a little bit. "Well, can't blame a girl for trying. But really, that was fun. I don't remember the last time I had so much fun." Drax didn't say a word. He just sat there and stewed over his mistake. You crossed your arms and leaned back. It was going to be a loooooong journey.

(a/n: I hope you like it.)

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Stark Spangled Banner Ch36: I Bid You Farewell And Good Luck, Morons!

But there’s no sign of Tony, and the more they heard, the more they start to wonder if this is a battle they stand any chance of winning.

Warnings:Bad Language words.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

Stark Spangled Banner Masterlist

This is a bit of a longer update than normal, but I wanted to explore IW using all 3 of the perspectives that were shown, for no reason other than I had favourite bits in them all! And I LOVE writing for Thor and Tony!

As always tags are open and I’m taking suggestions for that lovely 5 year gap post snap/pre time Heist so if you have any ideas or wants, hit me up!

“It’s like a pirate had a baby with an angel…”

Thor wasn’t dead. But he felt like it. Every inch of his body ached and when he was jerked back to consciousness for a moment, just one split moment, he thought he saw Little Stark. Only it wasn’t her. The woman had dark hair, yes, but as he focussed he realised she looked nothing like the woman he loved dearly as a sister. This woman had huge eyes and antenna dangling from her forehead. And, whilst he knew it had been a while since he had seen his friend, she wouldn't have changed that much.

Finding his feet he looked around, chest heaving, at the band of people stood in front of him; A woman with green skin and red hair, a man with grey/blue skin, bald head, and red lines all over his body, a tree creature- a Flora Colossus he thought- which was off to the side draped over a chair, some kind of furry, animal thing- a rabbit maybe- and finally a man who appeared to be a normal, human.

They had offered him soup, and then when he had explained about Thanos the green skinned lady had told Thor what the Titan wanted the stones for. Which she knew, because she his daughter.

"Families can be tough," Thor said, placing a hand on her shoulder, "Before my father died, he told me that I had a half-sister, that he imprisoned in Hell. Then she returned home, stabbed me in the eye so, I had to kill her." he said, shrugging "That's life though isn't it I guess? Round and round, but I feel your pain."

The human, Peter Quill pushed his way between Gamora and Thor, and looked at her "I feel your pain, as well, because, I mean it's not a competition, but I've been through a lot. My father killed my mother, and then I had to kill my father. And that was hard. Probably even harder than having to kill a sister. Plus, I, came out with both of my eyes."

Thor wasn’t paying attention. The man was clearly a moron, and he’d just noticed he had bent the spoon in the bowl of soup and was having a flashback to the time he had tried to bend the Captain’s shield. Little Stark had laughed so much at how annoyed he had gotten when he failed that she had cried. And then, to make it worse, a few days later the Captain had managed to move Mjolnir. Just a fraction, but it moved. No one had seen it, bar Little Stark of course, but there was something there, Thor was sure. Steve Rogers was a man worthy of a lot of things, but his hammer was complicated. You have to prove it. That had been explained to him the day it had been given to him. Of course, he hadn’t realised then that Eitri had actually made it for Hela first.

Eitri…

"I need a hammer, not a spoon." Thor mumbled, as the idea took hold and he looked at the pod at the back of the ship. "How do I open this thing?" he began pressing random buttons on the screen next to the door. “Is there some sort of a four-digit code? Maybe a birth date or something?"

"What are you doing?" Rocket asked.

"Taking your pod." Thor replied nonchalantly.

And then there was a row in which the moron called Quill tried to imitate Thor’s deeper voice telling him he could not take the pod, but Thor was going to take the pod anyway because he was the God of Thunder after all, and then the lady Gamora cut them off quite rightly directing the focus back to Thanos by stating they needed to find out where he was going next. But Thor had already thought of that.

"Knowhere," he answered as he brushed past Quill and over to the refrigerator he had seen Gamora get his soup from.

"He must be going somewhere," Mantis argued innocently.

"No," Quill shook his head and Thor noted his stupid voice was back to normal, "Knowhere? It's a place. We've been there. It sucks. Excuse me, that's our food." he said, suddenly noticing what Thor was doing.

"Not anymore," Thor shrugged, stuffing it into a backpack he found.

"Thor," Gamora cut across the pair of them again "Why would he go to Knowhere?"

"Because for years, the Reality Stone has been safely stored there with a man called the Collector." Thor said

"If it's with the Collector, then it's not safe.” Quill snorted. “Only an idiot would give that man a stone."

"Or a genius." Thor shrugged.

"How do you know he's not going for one of the other stones?" Gamora asked.

"There's six stones out there." Thor began to explain, "Thanos already has the Power Stone because he stole it, last week, when he decimated Xandar.”

He didn’t missed the shocked and horrified look the group shared with one another.

“He stole the Space Stone from me, when he destroyed my ship and slaughtered half my people. The Time and Mind Stones, are safe on Earth. They're with the Avengers." Thor stated.

"The Avengers?" Quill asked.

"They're Earth's Mightiest Heroes."

"Like Kevin Bacon?" Mantis called out.

"Errr he may be on the team now, I don't know.” Thor shrugged, having no idea who the man named after a breakfast meat was. “I haven’t been there in a while. And as for the Soul Stone, well no one's ever seen that. No one even knows where it is. Therefore, Thanos can't get it. Therefore, he's going to Knowhere. Hence, he'll be getting the Reality Stone. You're welcome."

"Then we have to go to Knowhere, now." Gamora said

"Wrong. Where we have to go is Nidavellir." Thor said picking up the backpack.

"That's a made up word," Drax, the blue man countered.

"All words are made up." Thor smiled, slinging the backpack onto his back.

"Nidavellir is real?" the animal called Rocket’s eyes grew wide and he jumped up onto the table and looked at Thor "Seriously? I mean, that place is a legend. They make the most powerful, horrific weapons to ever torment the Universe. I would very much like to go there, please."

"The rabbit is correct." Thor grinned at Rocket's excitement, "And clearly the smartest among you. Only Eitri the Dwarf can make me the weapon I need. I assume you're the captain, Sir?"

Rocket grinned and nodded, "You're very perceptive."

"You seem like a noble leader. Will you join me on my quest to Nidavellir?"

"Let me just ask the captain. Oh, wait a second, it's me!” Rocket grinned. “Yeah, I'll go."

"Wonderful." Thor beamed.

"Uh except that I'm the captain," Quill chipped in

"Quiet!" Thor said, now beyond bored of the moron.

"And that's my backpack," Quill continued pointing to the bag that Thor was stealing.

"Quill, sit down," Rocket said, tapping at the pad and keying in the digits to open the pod.

"Look, this is my ship. And I'm not going to - wait, what kind of weapon are we talking about here?" Quill looked round.

"The Thanos-killing kind." Thor smiled. Boy, was it going to be a big, fucking weapon...

"Don't you think that we should all have a weapon like that?" Quill frowned.

"You lack the strength to wield them. Your bodies would crumble as you minds collapsed into the madness." Thor said.

"Is it weird that I wanna do it even more now?" Rocket asked.

"Erm, a little bit weird. Yeah." Thor looked down at him, frowning.

“If we don't go to Knowhere and Thanos retrieves another stone, he'll be too powerful to stop." Gamora said, stepping forward.

"He already is." Thor shrugged.

"Look, I got it figured out," Rocket interrupted, looking at Gamora. "We got two ships, and a large assortment of morons. Me and Groot will go with the Pirate Angel here, and the morons will go to Knowhere to try and stop Thanos. Cool? Cool."

"So cool." Thor said with a smile before he climbed into the pod.

"For the record…” Quill said leaning down to Rocket “ I know that you're only going with them because it's where Thanos isn't."

"You know, you really shouldn't talk that way to your captain, Quill.” Rocket said, walking backwards and gesturing outwards with his arms. “Come on, Groot. Put that game down. You'll rot your brain,"

As Rocket sat down Thor nodded out of the pod “I bid you farewell and good luck, morons. Bye."

******

Within seconds the Ex-Avengers were sprinting off the jet.

“Katie, Nat, take the side!” Steve yelled, as he vaulted over the railings at the edge of the road running down onto the bottom half of the concrete which led to the station. “Sam, up high,and remember protect Vision at all costs!”

“Got em.” Sam spoke over the coms “Platform seven, near the café.”

Steve vaulted over another set of barriers, the station now deserted thanks to the evacuation taking place by the local police. As he ran onto one of the walkways he was just in time to see two of the aliens crash through the station roof. Weighing up his options, he realised it was going to be quicker for him to run down the platform he was over and jump across the lines to help. He swung his legs over the railings and landed easily, looking up. Across from him he could see Natasha and Katie emerging to the right, as Wanda stood and moved protectively in front of Vision, building power in her hands. An express train whizzed past him and he stood still, waiting and it wasn’t long before the taller, blue looking woman spotted him, and she launched her spear over the platform. Steve easily snapped his left shoulder back whilst leaning over his body with his right, catching the staff in his hand.

Steve launched the weapon he had caught across the tracks where Natasha caught it and stabbed the second assailant in the gut as Katie moved into to head off the other who was stalking back towards them. The weapon Natasha had been using flew back into the alien’s hands and Katie ducked as she swung, jabbing her in the back of the leg with an electric powered escrima stick. The alien let out a yell, stumbled slightly and Steve cleared the platform in a leap, rolling and scooping up the second assailant’s staff from the floor, holding it up to block the blow that the creatured aimed at Katie. He grit his teeth, planting his legs to absorb the power of the hit, as Katie rolled to the side, jumped up and the two of them began to fight the alien, joined shortly by Natasha who had stabbed the other one in the gut, taking him out of the fight. Steve had to admit, the woman (if you could call her that) was a force to be reckoned with, but the three of them were just about getting the upper hand when they heard Sam yell.

“DUCK!”

“Get up” she instructed to her fallen partner, her voice was deep.

“I can't” his gravelly, robotic voice replied.

“We don't wanna kill you.” Natasha spoke coolly “But we will”.

“Can you stand?” Sam asked Vision as Katie replaced her sticks and walked towards Wanda and the android. When Vision shook his head, Sam moved forward to help him up.

Supported by Wanda and Sam, Vision looked over at Steve, Natasha and Katie, electricity shimmering over his surface. He’d been badly damaged in the fight, and as he spoke his voice distorted.

“Thank you, Captain.”

Steve looked at the android, he might have been damaged but they had the stone, and that was the main thing. Nodding, he spoke “Let's get you on the jet.” his voice was soft and he moved to let Sam and Wanda support Vision, Natasha following as Katie dropped behind to stay with him as they took up the rear of the group, her fingers lacing into his.

Once Vision was safely settled in a seat at the side, Sam dropped into the pilot’s seat as Katie hit the button to close the ramp as the Jet rose into the air.

“I thought we had a deal.” Natasha spun angrily to Wanda. ”Stay close, check in. Don't take any chances.”

“I'm sorry. We just wanted time.” The younger woman said gently.

Katie glanced at Steve, he was stood up in the middle of the jet, hands on the buckle of his utility belt, staring seemingly at nothing, clearly contemplating something.

“Where to, Cap?” Sam asked.

Steve looked up, he glanced at Sam then locked eyes with Katie as he spoke one word, one simple word that they had all been waiting to hear for almost 2 years.

“Home” he said, looking round the jet.

*****

Steve noticed her demeanour change slightly as they landed. She stood up straight, her shoulders squaring as if she was about to face an onslaught. And they were, in a way. On their way they’d let Bruce know that they had Vision and were heading back, but had had no idea what they were heading back to, nor did he care. Be it Ross, police, the army, whatever, he was done bowing to anyone’s will, over playing other people’s tunes. The two years they had spent hidden had shown them that they could operate on their own if required, and he wasn’t afraid to fight anyone who got in his way.

They stepped off the ramp and strode over the lawn, Katie taking a deep breath as she looked around. She felt a wave of that many emotions she couldn’t explain or identify half of them. Memories flooded in, the long summer nights they sat outside in the garden and on the BBQ patio until sunrise. Laughs during team dinners. Sam and Wanda collaborating on pranks. Training sessions with the team and Vision reading Tolkien aloud to Wanda before asking questions about humanity's love of fiction. Walks and picnics and other things in the ground, just her and Steve. Their wedding, God their wedding! Frequent visits from Tony, bringing in new ideas and improved gadgets. Getting back safe after being out on a long mission. Feeling relaxed and at ease.

Feeling at home.

Steve’s arm curled round his wife for a moment before he pressed a kiss to the side of her head as Vision opened the door.

“Still no word from Vision?” The holographic figure of Ross looked up from where he sat at a table and glanced at Rhodey.

“Satellites lost him somewhere over Edinburgh.” Rhodey replied. He knew they were on their way to the compound, but hadn’t told Ross deliberately.

“On a stolen Quinjet with four of the world's most wanted criminals.” Rhodey felt his temper beginning to flare. “You know they're only criminals because you've chosen to call them that, right, sir? “

“My God, Rhodes, your talent for horseshit rivals my own.” Ross said as he stood up. The sound of the call echoed down the corridor reaching the group that were making their way through to the lab.

“If it weren't for those Accords, Vision would've been right here” Rhodey shot back and Katie glanced back at Vision as the sounds of Rhodey and Ross’ voice grew louder as they neared their destination.

"You have second thoughts?" Ross was challenging Rhodey, who smiled simply as his eyes shot sideways, as Steve strode forward, his presence as intimidating as ever, and the first thing Rhodey noticed was just how dark he looked. Gone was the upstanding, All American Hero, and in its place was someone much harder, far rougher round the edges. Kiddo looked different too. Her hair was shorter, she looked slimmer too, but her upper body looked stronger.

"Not anymore." he grinned.

"Mr. Secretary"

"You got some nerve." Ross sniffed, staring up at him "I'll give you that."

"You could use some of that right now." Katie shot back bluntly, Ross turning his head to face her for a second. She held his gaze and arched an eyebrow until he turned back to Steve.

"The world's on fire." Ross said incredulously. "And you think, you can just walk back in here and all is forgiven?"

Steve levelled the secretary with a firm gaze. "I'm not looking for forgiveness.” his voice took on a threatening tone as he spoke “And I'm way past asking for permission.”

At that point the smirk on Katie’s face grew even wider as she stole a glance up at her husband, pride swelling in her chest as he continued, stoic and unyielding.

“Earth just lost her best defender, so we're here to fight. And if you wanna stand in our way," he stepped down to be at level with the hologram, and stared it square in the eyes "We'll fight you, too."

Ross was practically foaming at the mouth as his eyes went to Rhodey and he spat out his order, "Arrest them."

"All over it." Rhodey promised nonchalantly before shutting off the hologram, shortly after a beeping noise sounded from the computers.

"That's a court-martial." He informed the group as he slapped the back of his right hand into his left palm, though his tone said told Katie that he blatantly couldn’t have cared less for Ross’ demands. There was a short pause as the group glanced down at their friend, Steve smiling softly, before Rhodey’s face split into a huge smile of his own.

"It's great to see you, Cap." he said, stepping forward.

"You too, Rhodey." Steve answered, taking the last 2 steps down before he shook Rhodey's hand. Katie threw herself at her brother’s best friend and he gave her a huge bear hug before he stepped backwards.

“Hey Kiddo, you do something to your hair?” he teased. She smiled, stepping back from his embrace while he looked the rest of the group over.

"Well. You guys really look like crap." He said lightly. "Must've been a rough couple of years."

Steve looked round, an amused smile on his face as he glanced at his wife then to the rest of the team.

"Yeah, well, the hotels weren't exactly five star." Sam quipped back cheekily, the banter flowing between them like no time at all had passed.

"Uh, I think you look great."

Steve turned at the new voice to see Bruce inching his way into the room nervously wringing his hands together.

Steve and Katie remained silent, exchanging a glance. In the rush around and the fray of the fight, we’d forgotten to explain exactly who it was that called. "Yeah. I'm back."

Katie glanced over at Nat, she had her gaze fixed solely on the scientist as she spoke "Hi, Bruce."

"Nat." Bruce answered inclining his head towards her slightly as he fidgeted.

"This is awkward." Sam piped up. Steve and Katie looked at one another, before they both smiled and looked back up at Sam.

“Any news on Tony?” Katie asked gently, interrupting the silence that had fallen.

“Not yet no.” Rhodey said. “FRIDAY lost him when he left the atmosphere. We got NASA running scans and we’re trying to track his trail but…” He shook his head.

“Typical Tony.” Katie rolled her eyes “Always has to go one bigger and one better doesn’t he?”

Her blasé tone wasn’t fooling anyone.

"Banner.” Steve said gently, looking across the room at the scientist. “Can you fill us in on what we're up against here?"

"Yeah sure," Bruce said nodding hesitantly.

“We’ll use the living area.” Rhodey said, “Slightly more comfortable”

They made their way to the lounge, the same lounge they had all sat in discussing the Accords. Not much had changed; the furniture was different, there was couple of new sofas and the TV was larger, but that was it.

“So start from the beginning.” Steve looked at Bruce where he stood near the window, one hand on the back of a chair, the other on his hip. He nodded encouragingly, he could see the man was nervous “Who took Stark and what are we up against?”

“I’ll give you the short version and we can plug in the gaps later.” Bruce sighed, “His name is Thanos. He’s a War tyrant, from a planet called Titan. He goes from place to place, destroying worlds, taking what he wants, when he wants. Loki’s attack on New York?” Bruce looked around “Thanos was the one who sent him to attack Earth,"

"But what does he want?” Katie asked.

“All six Infinity Stones…” Bruce supplied.

“Infinity Stones?” Sam questioned.

“Yeah, so erm… the big bang, when it happened, it sent six of these crystals out across the universe. They each control an essential aspect of existence. Space. Reality. Power. Soul. Mind. Time.” Bruce said, rubbing his temple.

“Thor told us about them, after Ultron.” Katie looked round and her eyes fell on Steve’s “He said there were three out there unaccounted for, and three that he could locate. One was with some collector or something, one was housed in the tesseract which was locked in a vault in Asgard and the other…”

"Viz." Wanda murmured, glancing at the Stone in Vision's forehead.

Bruce nodded again. “Thanos came to our ship for the tesseract, which means he already had the Power and Space Stones before he came to Earth looking for the rest. Just that alone makes him the strongest creature in the whole universe, if he gets his hands on all six he could destroy all life as we know it."

“Hang on, the Tesseract was on your ship?” Katie looked at Bruce, “I thought it was on Asgard?”

��It was, but right before Ragnarok…” “Ragnarok?” Katie frowned, her mind whirring “But that’s…that’s the fabled downfall and the destruction of Asgard, I mean....” “I know.” Bruce looked at her. “Asgard was destroyed as part of a battle between Thor and his sister. So was his hammer.” “What?” Steve let out a breath as Katie felt her mouth drop open.

“Thor has a sister?”

“Look, that’s a whole different story.” Bruce said, his tone slightly frustrated. “All you need to know is that Loki –yeah, surprise, not dead, -stole the tesseract from the Vault before we left. Thanos boarded the ship and took the stone. Just took it.” he said, his arms swinging out to his sides before returning with a slap.

The room fell silent.

“So Thor.” Katie took a deep breath and asked the question she wasn’t sure she wanted to know the answer to “Where…”

Bruce dropped his head. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh no.” Steve muttered as he dropped his head, looking downwards. He glanced up and saw across the table that Katie had her right hand against her forehead the heel of which was pressed hard into the space between her eyes in utter dismay.

Thor. Gone.

“He was no match for Thanos, not when he had those stones.” Bruce said gently. A single tear trickled down Katie’s cheek and fell to the floor and Steve watched as she took a deep breath, furiously wiping at her face.

“So the two we fought came for the mind stone.” Sam spoke for the first time “I’m assuming the ones you fought were after another one that’s located somewhere in New York?”

"The Time Stone.” Bruce nodded “It was being protected by some mystical arts guy, or a Wizard as Tony called him, Dr Steven Strange.” Katie’s head whipped round to Steve and he took a breath and straightened up, before he glanced over at Sam and Natasha and the four of them shared an instant understanding, they’d heard that name before on top of a multi-storey parking garage in DC.

"A TV anchor in Cairo, the Undersecretary of Defense, a high school valedictorian in Iowa City. Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange, anyone who's a threat to HYDRA! Now, or in the future.”

“But he was taken along with Tony.” Bruce finished.

Katie didn’t even want to think about that right now. She had to trust in her brother’s quick mind and sharp resilience, because the alternative didn’t bear thinking about.

"Well, we gotta assume they're coming back, right?" Rhodey said and Steve looked down again, his mind racing as he tried to make sense of everything Bruce had said.

"And they can clearly find us." Wanda added.

"We need all hands on deck," Bruce said pacing, "Where's Clint?"

"After the whole Accords situation, he and Scott took a deal," Natasha explained, "It's too tough on their families. They're on house arrest."

"Who's Scott?" Bruce frowned.

"Ant Man," Steve answered.

"There's an Ant Man and a Spider Man?" Bruce looked around in confusion, but it was Rhodey who nodded, simply, like it was just perfectly normal. Bruce shook his head, realising that it didn’t really matter at the moment before he continued. "Thanos has the biggest army in the Universe. And he is not gonna stop until he gets Vision's stone." He said the last part softly, almost reluctantly.

"Well then, we have to protect it," Natasha said stepping forward but Vision immediately corrected her.

"No, we have to destroy it," he said resolutely, his gaze focussed on something out of the window as everyone turned to him. He turned to face them and gestured to the stone in his head. "I've been giving a good deal of thought to this entity in my head, about its nature. But also its composition. I think if it were exposed to a sufficiently powerful energy source, something very similar to its own signature, perhaps" he made his way over to Wanda and held onto her upper arm, "Its molecular integrity could fail."

"Yeah, and you with it," Wanda looked at him, shaking her head "We're not having this conversation."

"Eliminating the stone is the only way to be certain that Thanos can't get it."

Katie noticed Wanda’s eyes flash as she glared at Vision. "It's also too high a price."

"Only you have the power to pay it," Vision said quietly.

Steve shifted slightly. He knew that Vision was right, but the idea of losing someone else in their group didn’t sit well.

"Thanos threatens half the Universe.” Vision persisted “One life cannot in the way of defeating him."

"But it should," Steve argued, his eyes were diverted to the floor as he spoke gently, and it was right. Who were any of them to decide one life was worth less than anyone else? He took a deep breath and looked up and around the room before landing back on the android "We don't trade lives, Vision."

"Captain, seventy years ago you laid down your life to save how many millions of people? Tell me, why is this any different?"

Steve took a sigh and stepped towards Vision, unable to answer because he knew the android had him, but then Bruce did it for him.

"Because you might have a choice," Bruce answered, and Steve could see the Scientist had suddenly had an idea, "Your mind is made up of a complex construct of overlays. Jarvis, Ultron, Tony, me, the stone. All of them mixing together. All of them learning from one another."

"You're saying Vision isn't just the stone?" Wanda asked.

"I'm saying that if we take out the stone, there's still a whole lot of Vision left. Perhaps the best parts."

"Can we do that?" Natasha asked looking back and forth between the android and the scientist somewhat impatiently.

"Not me. Not here."

Steve suddenly began to think, maybe not Bruce, but could Suri? She had fixed Bucky after all, surely she could do this. T’Challa would be happy to help. And with his defences, maybe Wakanda was the safest place for Vision to be.

"Well you better find someone and somewhere fast," Rhodey pipped in. "Ross isn't just gonna let you guys have your old rooms back."

Steve nodded to himself, his mind made up before he raised his head to look up around the group. "I know somewhere."

His eyes momentarily locked onto Katie’s and he watched as the realisation crossed her face, she knew instantly where he meant.

“Wakanda?” she asked.

He nodded, turning to Sam. “Can we get wheels up in 20?"

Sam nodded and Steve turned to Rhodey. "That enough time for you to load up your suit?"

"Yeah. Should be."

“Ok. “Steve looked round “Banner, I suggest you grab what you need. The rest of us, back to the jet.”

The team began to bustle about and then Katie remembered something.

“Rhodey?” she asked, hopping down off the table, “Where’s Steve’s shield?”

Rhodey paused in the doorway and turned to face her. “I don’t know, sorry Kiddo. Tony never mentioned it.”

“It doesn’t matter.” Steve said gently. As Katie opened her mouth to suggest they had a look for it, he cut her off “And we don’t have time either, we need to go.”

Truth be told he didn’t want the shield back. It wasn’t his, not anymore.

“Fine.” Katie said somewhat stiffly. “I’m going to raid the armoury anyway, pick up a few things…” “Katie!” he called after her as she hurried out of the room. He let out a frustrated groan.

“I’ll go.” Rhodey said, patting the Captain on the shoulder. “I need my suit anyway.” The directions ingrained in her memory forever she headed to the armoury on autopilot and once inside she stopped dead. It had all changed. To the left were the usual lockers, although they now held no names she would lay odds on all the original seven of them still having kit in there. The guns, arrows, widow bites, shock batons were all still there on the racks. Rhodey’s War Machine kit stood in the corner, but what wasn’t was an Iron Man suit, or a Nova suit, of any description. Instead, in place of the the usual glass cabinets that held them were rows of smaller capsules.

“What the…” Katie mumbled, heading closer to examining “FRIDAY?”

“Welcome home Mrs Rogers…” The AI spoke, a hint of amusement in her voice “I believe Pod Seventy-Six is one of yours”

“Tony’s been working on upgrades” Rhodey spoke from behind, making her jump. “Nano-tech, courtesy of some work with Helen Cho.” “Why doesn’t that surprise me?” Katie frowned as Rhodey made his way to the War Machine suit.

“Sevety-Six you say?” Katie’s eyes scanned the wall. “OK, FRIDAY hit me up.” One of the capsules opened and a smaller capsule flew out, opening in mid- air and then out of nowhere a suit formed around her body.

“Woah…” Katie said, as the familiar heads-up display lit up.

“The suit is held in a simple bangle” FRIDAY explained. “I’ll show you once the calibrations are done.”

As FRIDAY rattled through the new features, including a shield, new weapons Katie stole a glance in the mirror. It was much sleeker and less bulky, almost like wearing a cat-suit in a way. It was dark blue and gold, as always, with her Supernova Star in the middle of the chest. She gently reached up to touch it and the suit melted away to a silver cuff with the star in the middle which she tentatively placed around her wrist.

“Impressive huh?” Rhodey asked as he stepped into the War Machine suit.

“One word for it.” She said softly, tracing the outline of her bracelet with her fingers. “I can’t… why did he make it?” she looked up at Rhodey who slid his face plate back up to look at her.

“You know what Tony’s like.” Rhodey said, “Just because you left doesn’t mean he stopped caring.”

Katie looked down at the bracelet on her right wrist.

"Was- Was he okay, you know...after?" She asked, her voice cracking.

"He was as okay as he could be…” Rhodey hesitated slightly “To be honest, nothing was great though. The team was split and…”

Katie looked down “I had to go, I couldn’t stay, not after what he said to me.” Rhodey looked at her. “And have you ever considered why he said what he did?” “Because he hates me?” “No, because he loves you.” Rhodey took a deep breath “He knew full well that whatever choice you made it was going to kill you, but he couldn’t see you sat in a jail, he just couldn’t Kiddo. So he did what he had to do make sure you stayed away.” Whatever she had been expecting Rhodey to say it wasn’t that. His words hit her like a tonne of bricks and she felt her face screw up as she blinked back the tears.

“Shit…” she managed to mumble out. “I could, you know we could have called him, or he could have called us, tried to …” “You’re both as obstinate as one another” Rhodey said, shaking his head as he started to walk to the door of the armoury “Which is why I know he’s still alive. He’s too much of a stubborn asshole to die. “

*******

Tony was pissed, really pissed. Not only was he stuck on this fucking ship, the kid was still here too. Peter Parker was almost as much of a pain in his ass as Katie had been when she was his age. The thought of his sister brought a pang to his heart, especially when he knew she was more than likely at the compound now after Bruce will have called them. He hoped anyway, he’d thrown the phone down before the fight after all, he just hoped the scientist had found it.

He looked around and glared at Peter before his shoulders fell. Well the kid was here now, might as well use him.

“Come on.” Tony sighed “We got a situation” He lead Peter over to a viewpoint to see the torture going on below. Peter crouched to study the situation, with that damned cloak leaning over his shoulder. “See him down there? He's in trouble.” Tony continued “What's your plan? Go.”

“Um. Okay, okay... uh...” Peter and the cloak popped back up suddenly, a smile playing on Peter’s face. “Okay. Did you ever see this really old movie, Aliens?”

It was a dumbass plan, but dumbass enough to work. Tony blew a hole in the side of the ship which caused a huge depressurization and as such the alien was sucked out of the side. A quick struggle and Dr Strange was rescued from drifting off to space, Tony repaired the side of the hull with nanites and that was that.

“We've gotta turn this ship around” Strange looked at Tony who rolled his eyes. .

“Yeah. Now he wants to run. Great plan”.

“No, I want to protect the stone.”

Tony walked towards the expansive front view-port and from the way things were moving out there, he assumed they were travelling at some kind of hyper speed. The wizard was irritating him though, if he’d just agreed to get the stone out of the way they wouldn’t even be in this mess.

“And I want you to thank me now. Go ahead, I'm listening.” he turned to glare at him.

“For what?” Strange snorted, “Nearly blasting me into space?

“Who just saved your magical ass? Me.” Tony looked at him. “

“I seriously don't know how you fit your head into that helmet”. Strange shook his head as he eyed the billionaire up and down.

“Admit it.” Tony said, for some reason he felt the need to make this guy admit he was wrong, just like he used to try and do with Rogers. No particular reason for it, other than being the one to come out on top “. You should have ducked out when I told you to. I tried to bench you. You refused.”

“Unlike everyone else in your life, I don't work for you”.

“And due to that fact, we're now in a flying doughnut billions of miles away from Earth with no backup.” Tony gestured around him.

“I’m back up.” Peter said, raising his hand.

“No, you’re a stowaway.” Tony said, waggling his finger between himself and Dr. Strange “The adults are talking”.

“I'm sorry, I'm confused as to the relationship here. Wh-- what is he, your ward?” Strange frowned.

“No. I'm Peter, by the way.” Peter said, holding out his hand.

“ Dr Strange.” Strange replied, looking at him.

“Oh, we're using our made-up names. Um. I'm Spider-Man, then”.

Before Strange could respond, Tony piped up. “This ship is self-correcting its course. Thing's on autopilot.”

Strange walked closer to where Tony was stood. “Can we control it? Fly us home?”

Home…Thanos…home.

They’d almost flattened New York once, and then there was Sokovia…no, home was most certainly a bad idea.

“Stark?” Strange’s voice cut across his thoughts. “Can you get us home?

Yeah I heard you. I'm thinking. I'm not so sure we should.” he said, honestly.

“Under no circumstance can we bring the Time Stone to Thanos.” Strange warned “I don't think you quite understand what's at stake here”.

“No. It's you who doesn't understand, that Thanos has been inside my head for six years since he sent an army to New York and now he's back!” Tony said, stalking towards Strange, jabbing a finger in the air as he pointed towards the ground. “And I don't know what to do. So I'm not so sure if it's a better plan to fight him on our turf or his but you saw what they did, what they can do. At least on his turf, he's not expecting it. So I say we take the fight to him. Doctor. Do you concur?“

Strange had to admit, the guy had a point. Let Thanos destroy his own place, not theirs. “Alright, Stark. We go to him. But you have to understand... if it comes to saving you or the kid or the Time Stone... I will not hesitate to let either of you die. I can't, because the fate of the universe depends on it”

“Nice. Good. Moral compass. We're straight” Tony nodded. Stepping over to Peter he tapped each of the kids shoulder with the edge of his hand, dubbing him as is done at a knighting.

“Alright, kid. You're an Avenger now”

Tony couldn’t look at him as he spoke, because he knew what he was signing the kid up for.

******

The jet was filled with chatter as Rhodey, Bruce and the rest of the team were catching up but Katie wasn’t listening. She wasn’t feeling great either, that damned sick feeling was back, most likely this time down to utter fear about what was to come. If Bruce was right, she wasn’t convinced this was a battle they were ever going to be able to win.

“You know,” she said, looking up at Steve and voicing her fear softly, “if he’s already killed Thor, and it’s going to take us, plus a royal army to attempt to fight this guy off what fucking chance does Tony stand?”

Steve didn’t answer, he couldn’t. Because what he was thinking wasn’t going to provide her any comfort. Instead he merely tightened his arm around her and pressed his lips to her forehead.

It was a couple of hours later before they hit Wakandan airspace.

"We're coming up." Sam spoke as Steve focussed his attention out of the front of the jet, one arm hanging lightly against the grab rails on the roof.

"Drop to 2600, heading 0-3-0." Steve instructed.

Sam glanced back over his shoulder before he spoke, "I hope you're right about this, Cap. Or we're gonna land a lot faster than you want to."

Katie gave a small smile as she drew up next to Steve, wrapping her arms around his waist. They both stood, waiting as Sam flew the jet right into the trees, and swore with a loud ‘holy shit’ as it passed right through the hologram barrier into Wakanda. Everyone on the jet moved to get a better look at the beautiful mountains, lakes, buildings as the jet circled and Steve directed Sam to the runway.

They disembarked and Katie strolled off shortly behind Steve, followed by Natasha. Vision and Wanda stayed put, Steve telling them he would get them some help soon.

Bruce, who was at the rear with Rhodey whispered as he shrugged his arms into his jacket, "Should we bow?"

"Yeah, he's a king." Rhodey answered casually without missing a beat.

Steve ignored their banter instead smiling warmly at T'Challa as he reached out to shake his hand. "Seems like I'm always thanking you for something."

T'Challa smiled back and he shook Steve's hand before embracing Katie in a warm hug. “Mrs Rogers, it is a pleasure to see you.” “And you.” She smiled softly, before she stepped back and T’Challa nodded to the rest of the group. The clearing of a throat caught Katie’s attention and she turned just in time to see Bruce bow forward towards T’Challa.

"What are you doing?" Rhodey asked, looking at him.

"Uh, we don't do that here." T'Challa said kindly waving a hand to stop Bruce’s bow. Everyone smiled in amusement expect for Bruce who turned and shot a disbelieving but amused look at Rhodey who grinned back at him, nudging him with his elbow.

Then they turned serious again as T'Challa asked, "So how big of an assault can we expect?"

His guards moved as he spoke, opening up a path that T'Challa took, leading them away. They followed quickly while Bruce piped up politely as he explained, "Uh, sir, I think you can expect quite a big assault."

"How we looking?" Natasha added, addressing the king with a similarly concerned frown on her face.

"You will have my King's Guard," T'Challa listed, "the Border Tribe, the Dora Milaje, and-" He gestured to the side just as a familiar, dark-clothed man stepped out of the building to greet them by the door.

"A semi-stable, one hundred-year-old man." Bucky grinned. Katie smiled back and then glanced at Steve as he walked forwards, that familiar boyish grin on his face as pulled the man into a hug clapping him on the back a few times.

"How have you been, Buck?" he pulled back to look at his friend. He looked as well as he’d seen him in years. Healthy and dare he say it, happy.

"Not bad," Bucky shrugged looking down at his new black vibranium arm, "For the end of the world.” Katie stepped forward to give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “You look good Buck.” she said, standing back to look him up and down before smiling, something that didn’t escape Steve’s notice. And yes, he knew there was nothing in it, and this was the most inappropriate time to get jealous but still…

“I feel it.” Bucky smiled as Steve slid his arm around his wife’s shoulder. “Goat farming suits me.” With that, Bucky turned to Sam. “Hey man.”

“Frosty.” Sam responded with a jerk of his head.

They left Rhodey, Sam and Bucky with some of the guard to keep watch, and the rest of them followed T'Challa up to the labs where the person who was said to be able to safely remove Vision's stone was waiting. Steve could tell that the rest of the group weren’t expecting that person to be T'Challa's sixteen year old sister, Shuri. But T'Challa had full faith in her, as did Steve after she had managed to remove Bucky's programming.

"Whoa." Shuri blinked as she stared at the hologram of Vision's brain and the stone in awe, "The structure is polymorphic...”

"Right, we had to attach each neuron non-sequentially." Bruce nodded and Shuri glanced at him with a raised brow.

"Why didn't you just reprogram the synapses to work collectively?" She asked looking at Banner. Vision also glanced at the doctor in question.

"Because... we didn't think of it." Bruce admitted sheepishly.

Shuri smiled and Katie had to fight the laugh that was brewing at the Princess’ playful nature "I'm sure you did your best."

"Can you do it?" Wanda asked stepping forward anxiously.

Shuri's smile dropped as she became more serious. "Yes, but there are more than two trillion neurons here. One misalignment could cause a cascade of circuit failures." Her gaze moved to T’Challa “It will take time, brother."

"How long?" Steve asked, straightening up slightly.

Shuri shook her head. "As long as you can give me." She answered honestly and worryingly.

A loud warning siren suddenly started and instantly Katie looked around. General Okoye tapped at something on her bracelet and she looked over at T’Challa."Something's entered the atmosphere."

Seconds later, Sam's voice called over their coms, "Hey, Cap, we got a situation here."

Katie moved over to the floor-length windows of the lab to look out, Steve stood close behind her as everyone followed to see what was going on. In the distance, they could see the plains all around as far as the border stretched to the city. A giant ship descended from the sky and as they watched it exploded high above the city as soon as it touched the shield, causing Katie to jump back slightly. Steve gently caught her, his hands going to her shoulders as his focus remained on the exploding ship which dissipated above the invisible barrier they had flown through.

"God, I love this place." Bucky’s contented sigh rang over their coms.

"Yeah, don't start celebrating yet, guys. We got more incoming outside the dome." Rhodey warned.

More ships came crashing down to Earth just outside the Wakandan barrier disturbing the dust and sand on the ground as they landed. The lab they were stood in shook slightly and Vision sat up.

"It's too late." he whispered and both Steve and Katie turned to look at him as he sat up. "We need to destroy the stone now."

"Vision, get your ass back on the table." Nat replied snapping her head back to look at him as she made her way to the door.

"We will hold them off." T'Challa said motioning to his guard.

"Wanda," Steve spoke up, looking at the young woman, "As soon as the stone's out of his head, you blow it to hell."

Wanda nodded with promise, "I will."

Steve turned his attention back to the window, watching the space ships which at the moment were doing nothing. T'Challa meanwhile, turned to his General and her warriors and began barking orders, "Evacuate the city. Engage all defences."

Steve turned to look at him as the king pointed in his directing before adding firmly. "And get this man a shield!"

Steve gave a small nod before he glanced back out of the window. For 2 years his fighting days had been focussed on simple people. Small groups of nobodies. Now, they were being thrown back into the crazy world of Aliens, AIs…and he knew they were going to look to him for leadership.

He might not be Captain America anymore, but he was still Captain Rogers, still that dumb kid from Brooklyn. And he still wasn’t going to run from a fight.

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To Catch a Thief - Part 6

Summary: Being an FBI field agent was your dream job but having been stuck behind a desk for most of your career you’ve almost given up. Fortunately, a series of robberies with minimal evidence forces you to assist a team in the field to help solve the case. But when the only thing left behind is a series of song lyrics, will you be able to find the perp? Or will the number of obstacles and lack of evidence keep you from solving the case?

Pairing: Peter Quill x Reader

Word Count: 4302

Warnings: Swearing

To Catch a Thief Masterlist / Main Masterlist

After seeing Peter in the red jacket, you went straight to the office to check his name in the database. Sure enough, Peter Jason Quill had a record including petty theft, fraud, and public intoxication. He even spent a few months in jail.

You ran another search to check for any notes left behind by Star-Lord. To your surprise, a few pages showed up and you clicked on the first case. It involved a convenience store robbery about 17 years ago, but the theft left behind a written note wedged between two boxes of candy bars. You opened the image attached to the file and inside was an IOU:

Bread

½ gal milk

peanut butter

candy bar

IOU $3.85

-Sorry Star-Lord

Going back, you clicked on a few more realizing all the notes were from small retail stores 13 to 17 years ago. The IOU’s listed the stolen items with a signed apology from Star-Lord. All the stores dropped charges when they received money from Star-Lord along with a written thank you for keeping him fed. Forensics ran tests on the envelopes and notes, but no DNA was found.

Why would Star-Lord be stealing food and leaving behind IOU's? Isn’t the whole point of stealing not to get caught? If Peter was this Star-Lord it might’ve been the same time his mom got diagnosed with cancer. Did her treatments force her to stop working, leaving Peter/Star-Lord to fend for himself?

You scanned over the last page showing his most recent crimes. The last crime documented occurred a few years ago involving Halfworld Research and Sweet Dreams Cosmetics; this was the case Luis mentioned. Star-Lord exposed and shut down these companies for their involvement in illegal animal testing and animal cruelty.

Somehow, he got a hold of documents and recordings showing the mistreatment and the insane experiments happening to these animals. It was graphic to look at the screenshots from the footage. One image had a raccoon with his back shaved and some sort of mechanism attached to his back. How could someone do this to a living thing? These companies also deceived their donors by putting on the front about how they were against animal testing. Luis was right, this was a complicated case, but the only connection this case had to Star-Lord was the note he sent both companies:

You know what you did A-holes.

-Sorry Not Sorry, Star-Lord (SL)

“Whatcha doing?” Gamora asked, making you jump in your chair. She rested her chin on your shoulder staring at the computer screen. “Did you figure out what SL stands for?”

“Yes, I think I did,” you replied, staring at the signed note.

Oh, Mama I can hear you a-crying', you're so scared and all alone

Hangman is comin' down from the gallows and I don't have very long.

- Sorry SL

“Isn’t this renegade by Styx?” Kraglin asked you.

“It is. Gold star, Kraglin. Gold star.” You flashed him a warm smile giving him a high-five.

“Does this mean SL has mommy issues?”

“Or his mom could be in trouble?” You chewed on your bottom lip glancing over the written note. “SL steals for a reason, so if his mom is in trouble, he might be committing these robberies to keep her safe.”

“Hmm...” Kraglin nodded, squinting his eyes as he tried to put something together. “This doesn’t explain why he’s committing these crimes? What’s his motive? Why would his mother need protection?”

“My theory is someone put a price on his head. He’s not only running from the police but someone else like the hangman in the song. SL has to do what they say or they’ll kill him or his mother. He doesn’t want that to happen so he follows orders. His mother may be the only family he has left and he doesn’t want to lose her,” you said, pressing your lips into a tight line.

“Makes sense,” Kraglin agreed, following along as you continued.

“When he sings to his mother in the song it’s in a softer tone compared to the rest of the song. It’s almost like he’s apologizing to her. It’s like he knows his end is coming, but he isn’t afraid of his impending doom anymore.”

“He wants us to feel sorry for him, but not feel sorry for him?”

“I think it’s more like feel sorry for his mother like she’s innocent in all this.”

“He’s a criminal, YN. His mother raised a criminal. I don’t see how she would be innocent.”

“I just have this gut feeling she’s innocent,” you added as the door to the conference room flies open and in walks a bright-eyed Gamora.

“The lyrics aren’t the only thing we have this time. We got a picture of a plate fleeing the scene. This could be our guy,” Gamora announced, kicking the door shut behind her.

Gamora pulls out the photo from her file. The license plate reads PZM-569. This was Peter’s car. This further proves the red jacket he was wearing links him to footage from the cameras, and his nickname Star-Lord connects him to SL signed at the bottom of the written notes.

Peter’s stealing the Infinity Stones necklaces, but why? Are him and his mom in that much trouble they have to commit these robberies? Were they in debt from Meredith’s medical bills? Was it about the money or was it something more? You were suspicious of Peter but you would’ve never pegged him for a thief.

“The car is a blue Ford Mustang II King Cobra with orange stripes. It's registered to one Peter Jason Quill. The son of J’son and Meredith Quill.”

“That’s interesting because J’son Quill was the infamous Ego,” Kraglin informed, nodding his head at the random fact he blurted out.

“Wait, what? Is that true?” Gamora inquired, raising a brow.

“Yeah, how could you possibly know that?” You stared at him stunned. If this was true, why weren’t you able to make this connection sooner? You lived right next door to Ego’s son.

“It was in my file I wrote up the other day. Did you two not read it?”

“Kraglin, you sourced it all from Wikipedia.”

“Your point is…” He gave a half shrug, holding his hands out in front of him like he didn’t know what he did wrong.

“Sometimes that site isn’t totally reliable.”

“But it’s true. I checked the database and public records to make sure. J’son Quill and Meredith Quill are the parents of Peter Jason Quill. Ego and J’son Quill are the same person. It was never disclosed to the public, but every crime with Ego’s River Lily trademark traced him back to J’son Quill after he was murdered. His fingerprints closed 53 unsolved cases.”

“Seriously,” you exclaimed. Holy crap! Ego was Peter’s dad. Peter was Ego’s son. This makes perfect sense why he was so close to his mother, and why he hated talking about his dad. Ego was with The Collectors crew, did that mean Peter was a part of it now?

“Nice work, Kraglin,” Gamora praised him with a pat on the back. “That’s even better news because YN may have linked Peter Quill to SL!”

Gamora requested Peter Quill and his employer, Drax, to be brought in for questioning. Before they arrived, you briefed Gamora and Kraglin in on how you knew Peter. Starting with him being your neighbor before he turned into a close friend.

You stood on the other side of the mirror watching Peter twiddle his thumbs. He seemed calm showing no signs of distress at all. Does he know what he’s about to be accused of? You still couldn’t believe it, but the evidence pointed to him. He was behind this, but you wanted to believe he wasn’t. Fuck, why didn’t you put it together sooner? He matched the description, his nickname was similar, had the same taste in music, and he owns the red jacket. Why didn’t you see it? You lost your trance when Gamora walked in.

“Are you doing okay? I mean, finding out one of your friends is involved in this must be hard to process,” Gamora speculated, squeezing your shoulder.

“Sure, I’m pissed off, but there isn’t anything I can do.” You shrugged. “He made his bed and now he has to lie in it.”

“Did he seem like the type of guy that would do something like this?"

“Honestly…..no. He’s a good, caring guy, and has grown to be one of my best friends. I mean, once you get past his ego and dirty gentleman like personality.”

“Is this the nameless boyfriend? The one you won’t tell us about because if you ask me it sounds like you have feelings for Quill.”

“WHAT? NO,” you scoffed, turning to her in shock. Yes, you may have developed some romantic feelings towards him, but you weren’t going to admit it to anyone now.

“Look, it’s okay, I’m not going to judge you for it. You didn’t know what was happening, and clearly, he knew what he was doing. Besides, you said he’s a good guy and from what you’re building about SL’s profile, he’s been through hell and back. Do you think he will talk to us?”

“He loves to talk,” you breathed, earning a soft chuckle out of Gamora.

“You’re going to question Drax, then you can watch me interrogate your friend. It’s good for him to squirm for a little while longer,” she smirked.

You entered the interrogation room to find a big muscular man sitting there staring at the two way mirror almost like he knew someone was on the other side. He had tattoos covering both his arms and looked pretty intimidating, but you’ve dealt with worse before.

“Good morning, Drax. I’m Agent LN. May I call you Drax?” you asked, sitting down across from him.

“Yes, I don’t know what else you would call me.”

“Right,” you cleared your throat, “do you know why you’re here?”

“Shouldn’t you know, you’re the ones who brought me here?” He asked, folding his arms across his chest.

“I do. It’s just routine questioning to see if you had a clue to why.” He glared at you not saying a word, so you continued. “How do you know Peter Quill?”

“Quill. He works for me. He’s a friend, but I like to call him family….sometimes.”

“You must know him pretty well then. Can you tell me anything else about him?” You knew a lot about Peter, but you wanted to see what others thought of him. Did they see him as a good guy like you did? Or did he come off different to other people?

“Quill mixes a mean drink, which keeps the customers happy. He’s a quick problem solver, which is nice to have on the job. He’s a smart imbecile,” Drax stated with confidence. “Quill’s protective of his friends and those he considers family. He has been speaking highly about his female neighbor and believes he has a chance with her.” Drax let out a booming laughed as he shook his head. “But he has no chance with her.”

“Is that so?” You smirked, glancing back at the window with wide eyes. You shouldn’t continue this interview alone especially if he knew who you were. This could compromise everything.

“Can they see me through the mirror?” Drax pointed to the glass behind you, and you nodded. “What if I sit really still can they still see me?”

“Yessss,” you dragged out, narrowing your eyes at him. Drax comes off all brooding and serious, but underneath he seemed childish and lighthearted.

“Dammit,” He grumbled, folding his hands together on the table in front of him.

“Can you tell me anything about his female neighbor?”

“No. I stop listening and think about something else when he speaks of her. He needs to be with a woman that is pathetic like him. This woman is not.”

“At least Quill has you to keeping an eye on him.”

“He is hard to spot in a crowd sometimes, and I don’t follow him home. But, when he is at work my eyes are on him,” he nodded, forcing a smirk to your lips. Quill had some interesting friends, but behind Drax’s hard demeanor he was a big softy.

“Has Peter gone anywhere recently for work? Like to a conference?”

“Yes. He went to a mixology conference in Miami. I stayed home to care for my wife and daughter.”

“Of course. Do you remember what the conference was called?”

“Tales from the Galaxy,” he answered, waving his hands in front of him like a rainbow. You write down the name so you can look into it later.

“Thank you. I have a few more questions before you can leave.” Gamora told you to treat Drax like a suspect, but your gut was telling you he was innocent. Nothing he said made him come off guilty. He was an everyday working class man providing for his family. Simple, but your gut wasn’t enough to prove his innocence, you needed his alibi or his confession. “Drax, where were you last night?”

“Working, but then I went home to read my daughter a bedtime story before I went back to work till closing.”

“Do you have anyone who could verify this?”

“Yes. My employees. My wife. My daughter. Why do you need to know this information?”

“We have suspicions you may have involvement in a heist that happened last night, but since you have witnesses it’s likely your name will be cleared.” He gave you a stern nod. “Have you ever heard of the Infinity Stone necklaces?”

“Yes, Quill told me about them,” he blurted out without missing a beat.

“Really?” Your mouth dropped open at his confession.

“I mean no, I don’t know what those necklaces are, what a mystery this is?”

“But you just said you knew what they were,” you questioned as your face scrunched up.

“No need to get personal,” he huffed out, folding his arms back across his chest.

“I’m sorry.” You flipped through your notepad before closing it. He wasn’t going to tell you anything else, so might as well end it here. “I have everything I need right now but thank you for your time. You’re good to go.”

“This way,” Drax pointed to the only door in the room and you nodded with a kind smile. He pushed the chair back as it skidded loudly across the floor and left the room. And he’s the dude who runs the most successful bar in the city. Interesting.

You returned to the other interrogation room and watched Gamora take a seat across from Peter. She introduced herself before setting up the camera beside her. Peter seemed confident and at ease showing no sign of any discomfort.

“State your name for the camera please,” She instructed, pointing to the camera lens.

“Peter Jason Quill. I enjoy listening to music, hot women, and watching Footloose, the greatest movie in history,” he grinned, shooting a wink at the camera. You rolled your eyes at him from behind the glass.

“That’s not necessary but we do need you to clear up a few things for us. Starting with what you were doing last night?”

“Last night, let’s see.” He scrunched his eyebrows together trying to think it over. “I was having dinner with a friend but ended up leaving early when my mom called with an emergency. She needed a refill on her meds, so I had to go to the pharmacy for her,” Peter stated with a slight shrug.

“Did you get a receipt?”

“You bet, one second.” He held up his finger pulling out his wallet and handing it to her. She glanced it over before slipping it into the file on the table. It must’ve been timestamped for last night because she didn’t say anything else about it.

“Answer me this, if you had to go to the pharmacy for your mother. Then, why was your car spotted fleeing a scene of a crime last night?”

“Beats me, I needed to get the meds to my mom. She needs to take them at a certain time otherwise it could mess with her other meds and make her feel worse. She has cancer.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” He nodded as she pulls out four pictures of the Infinity Stone necklaces from the file and slides them over to him. “Quill, do you know what these are?”

He sat up in his chair, leaning over to look at the photos one by one. “Hmmm.….the president's rubies?”

“No, these are four of the six rarest necklaces in the world from the Infinity Stone Collection. Each is worth more than $300 million dollars but as a set of six the price skyrockets.”

‎Peter whistled, “Wow, that’s a huffy price tag. I can't afford them if you're selling them.”

“I’m not selling them. Someone stole them,” Gamora growled through clenched teeth, pointing at the photos. “All four of these.”

“Oh, and you think I had something to do with this?” Peter asked, raising his eyebrows in surprise.

“I do.”

From the tension in Gamora’s back, she was getting annoyed with Peter. His answers were vague and it wasn’t getting her anywhere. Peter did this to you sometimes and it frustrated you, too. He would only share the tip of the iceberg of information, but never what was hiding beneath the surface. You always read the situation before going any further with him. If he seemed content and calm you would continue to pester him until he broke. If the situation felt uncomfortable you would stop and change the subject. Right now, at this moment, he seemed almost too prepared to talk.

“Hate to break it to you, agent, but this wasn't me.” He twirled his fingers around the photos before pushing them in Gamora’s direction.

“Is that so?” She asked with pursed lips.

“Yes, what would I do with these necklaces? Wear them? They would look pretty ridiculous on me,” Peter chuckled, shaking his head.

Gamora starts to question him about his whereabouts when the other robberies happened. She started with the Las Vegas robbery, followed by the Norway heist, and ended with the break-in at Strange’s residence.

“What a weird coincidence? I was in Vegas at the time, but it was for a bachelor party. Check with my buddies, they’ll tell you I was with them the whole time.

“Ah...that week, I went to Florida for the Tales from the Galaxy mixology conference. You can ask my boss or look on their website or ask the other attendees they will prove my attendance.

“I had a lady friend over and we were participating in extracurricular activities, if you know what I mean,” he winked, flashing his signature smirk.“If you don’t believe me, ask my neighbor. She was banging on my door telling us to shut up because she could hear us through her walls.”

“I find it a little weird you remember the exact date you got laid. It’s almost like you were looking for an alibi,” Gamora scoffed, crossing her arms as she leaned back into her chair.

“I only remember because it’s the last time I brought a girl back to my place. Lately, I have been busy hanging out with my neighbor. She’s a lot of fun.” A grin graced his lips as he glanced at you through the two-way mirror before returning his eyes back on Gamora. Did he know you were behind the glass or was he just assuming you were?

“Who is this neighbor of yours? I may need to contact her to verify your alibi. Or if I could get the unlucky woman’s name who spent the evening with you.”

“I don’t remember the woman’s name per say--” Peter scratched his head with a tight smile“--but my neighbor is YN LN. She works in the FBI, too, you might know her.”

“There’s a bunch of us. I don’t know every agent in the city,” she replied, writing down your name for show.

“Shame, she’s a pretty awesome woman,” he smirked at the tabletop, forcing a tingling feeling in the pit of your stomach.

“Seems like you might have a thing for this--” Gamora peeked at her notepad “--YN? Is she the reason you haven’t brought any woman home recently?” Gamora eyed him as he ran a hand through his hair, showing his first sign of distress.

“Too personal, Gamora. Get back to the real issues,” you said to yourself in the empty viewing room. You harbored a small crush for him, but you’ll get over it at some point. You enjoyed his friendship too much and wouldn’t want to ruin it with your unspoken feelings given the current circumstances.

“That seems like a personal question don’t you think? Is it even relevant?” Peter questioned, sitting up in his chair and scratching the top of his head.

“I have to protect my fellow agents from a possible criminal,” she smirked, cocking her head to the side.

“Good thing I am no criminal.”

“Your record says otherwise.” She opened another file in front of her and slid it over to him.

He flipped through the file, rubbing the scruff on his chin. “Most of this was when I was in my rebellious years. I grew out of it. Got a mentor and went straight.” He shut the file and pushed it back to her.

“Hmm, okay.” Gamora remained silence for a couple minutes watching him crack under the pressure. “Your father was the infamous Ego, correct?”

“Yeah, so what? It’s not like he cared about me, I barely even liked the guy.”

“But, he did teach you a few things, am I right?”

His eyes shot to her before reverting back his hands resting on top of the table. He hunched his shoulders before nodding his head. “Yes, a few, but like I said I don’t do that anymore.”

“Do the letters SL mean anything to you?”

“SL? No, why would they?”

“What about Star-Leader, Space-Legend, Sun-Lens, or Star-Lord?”

Peter’s eyes flickered to the window for a brief second after hearing the last name. The look on his face told you everything; he felt betrayed. You could see it in his eyes, even though it only lasted for a second. Did he figure it out? Did he know you were on the case?

“What? No! This is ridiculous,” he chuckled with his confidence slowly deteriorating. “What type of interrogation is this?”

“A pretty normal one compared to others I’ve been in.” Peter leaned in his chair crossing his arms in a defensive manner. “You see SL, whoever he is, calls himself a legendary outlaw. Every robbery he commits he leaves behind a note, and we suspect he used to go by the name Star-Lord. We came across this name when we discovered written IOU’s to convenience stores he stole from as well as a couple companies he exposed a few years ago. On one of the notes, both names were written, so it was an easy connection to make. The only thing we don't have are photos of the assailant."

“Wow...this guy must be pret-tay good,” Peter replied, dragging out his words.

“Some would say so, I think he gets lucky, but his luck will run out. And when it does, we will be there to catch him. But, we can protect him if he decides to come clean, and tell us what is going on and who else is behind this?”

“I will be sure to let him know if I ever run into the guy.”

“I want to cover all our bases, so would you be open to doing a polygraph test or are we going to need a warrant?” Gamora waited for him to answer and once Peter looked up all the worry in his eyes was gone.

“Not at all. I have nothing to hide,” he smirked, putting his hands behind his head and his feet on top of the table.

Gamora asked you to look into each of his alibis while Mantis gave Peter the polygraph test. You started with the first necklace and discovered he was in Vegas but he never left the group according to his friends. You knew he couldn’t have stolen the second necklace, because well you were there and heard everything. When SL stole the Space Stone, he was in Florida at the conference. There was photo evidence of him every day on their website and his passport never left Florida until the day he came back to New York. Then you got to the latest theft, and like the others, Peter told the truth. He went to the pharmacy, which happened to be close to the museum, and the security camera was timestamped at the same time the necklace was stolen. All his alibis were rock solid.

Results from the polygraph test came in and he passed. He was telling the truth. Mantis was one of the best forensic polygraphers in the country, and she would’ve known if he was lying if not mentally then by sheer body language.

You didn’t understand. Peter fit SL’s description perfectly. He’s athletic, strong, and fit the age bracket. He can pick a lock like it’s his job, and bullshit his way out of anything in a moments notice. Peter’s music tastes were similar to SL’s, and he was even singing some of the songs left behind at the heists. He even owns the same red jacket from the camera footage. Peter had to be the guy, even the nickname Meredith gave him connected him to SL. His alibis were rocked solid, but what if they were staged to appear that way?

A/N: Thanks for reading :)

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probably-not-star-lord · 6 years

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Guardians of the Galaxy: Part 9 (Peter Quill x Reader)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

A/N: Are y’all upset that I didn’t have them kiss in the last part??? Me too lmao.

Warnings: swearing, mild violence, angst, fluff

Gamora leads you and Peter outside the crowded bar and onto the street. Chaos has broken out, and, of course, your associates are in the middle of it. Drax is entailed in Groot's branches that appear to be suffocating him. He breaks them, causing sticks to fly everywhere. Drax then gets ready to pounce on Rocket and take him down. Noticing this, you restrain his arm with your hand, struggling to hold him back.

"Stop it!" you shriek angrily.

All of them ignore you and your arm feels as if it is ready to snap trying to hold Drax back from getting entangled in the fight once more. Rocket, a gun already in hand, prepares himself to attack Drax right back. He aims his gun right at him. Peter notices you struggling and decides to help by getting in the middle of them.

"Whoa, whoa, what are you doing?" He exclaims.

"This vermin speaks of affairs he knows nothing about!" Drax yelps.

"That is true!" Rocket hollers back.

"He has no respect!" he adds on.

"That is also true!"

Peter shakes his head, trying to comprehend what is going on in between all of the yelling. "Hold on! Hold on!" He calls, placing each hand in front of Drax and Rocket, allowing you to step back.

Rocket starts throwing his gun around carelessly. "Keep calling me vermin, tough guy! You just wanna laugh at me like everyone else!"

Peter takes a deep breath. "Rocket, you're drunk, all right? No one's laughin' at you," he states calmly. You think to yourself that Peter would make a great leader of the group. He seems to know how to calm everyone down.

"He thinks I'm some stupid thing! He does! Well, I didn't ask to get made! I didn't ask to be torn apart and put back together, over and over, and turned into some...some little monster," Rocket slurs. He puts down his gun and you realize that he's hurting. He's always been hurting and your heart breaks for him.

"Rocket," you speak softly, taking a small step forward. "No one thinks you're a monster."

"Oh, really?" He points his finger at Drax. "He called me vermin!" He moves his pointed finger to Gamora. "She called me rodent!" Rocket lowers his finger and brings his gun back up to aim it at them. "Let's see if you can laugh after five or six good shots to your frickin' face!"

Peter positions himself so he is directly in front of the gun. "No, no, no, no! Four billion units! Rocket! Come on, man," He exclaims. "Hey! Suck it up for one more lousy night and you're rich."

"Fine," he grunts, lowering his gun. "But I can't promise when this is all over I'm not gonna kill every last one of you jerks!"

"See?" Peter scowls. "That's exactly why none of you have any friends!" he looks amongst the group. "Five seconds after you meet somebody, you're already trying to kill em!"

You gasp, knowing damn well you've been nothing but nice to everyone. "Hey!" you scold.

He rubs his face with his hand then gestures to you with it. "Okay, maybe with the exception of Y/N, you're all kind of assholes to each other."

You're about to thank him for understanding that you aren't here to kill everyone like the rest of the group, but Drax interposes. "We have traveled, halfway across the quadrant, and Ronan is no closer to being dead!" He hustles forward slightly, but Gamora's hand catches him and pushes him back. He goes around her and tramples off in a huff.

"Drax!" Peter wails.

"Let him go," Gamora laments. "We don't need him."

You stare at the floor with hopelessness. What happened to the clever prisoners who fought off hundreds of guards and escaped the Kyln? You are supposed to be having fun and collecting a ton of units. Instead, you are all arguing constantly and trying to kill each other. You are supposed to be falling for Peter. Instead, you're rejecting him. Today has been a disaster and you want nothing more than to be back on your own ship, going to bed with no worries about an orb or Ronan or Peter Quill. But your ship no longer exists and you are bound to these people for guidance on how to take down one of the most powerful men in the galaxy.

The sliding doors outside the buyer's building open with a roaring whoosh. A pink woman steps out, reminding you of Bereet. "M'lady Gamora," she announces. "I'm here to fetch you for my master."

Following Gamora's lead, the five of you stumble into the building. The place is dark and gloomy, giving you very bad vibes. Surrounding you are gigantic tubes, each filled with something different. Some of them have floating body parts and others have live animals. One of the tubes even contains a woman chained up that replicates the pink woman that came outside to retrieve all of you. A shiver flows down your spine, causing you to shudder in horror.

"Okay," Rocket says. "This isn't creepy at all."

"You can say that again," you mumble, grazing your fingertips along the cold railing as you walk up the steps. At the top, there appear to be hundreds of different items all in containment. Who the hell is this buyer of yours?

"We house the galaxy's largest collection of fauna, relics, and species of all manners," the pink girl says, keeping her hands tightly clasped together. You pass a dog in an astronaut suit that is kept in a small, glass cage. It growls at Rocket who growls right back. Eventually, the lady stops, a man standing behind her. "I present to you Taneleer Tivan, the Collector." She moves out of the way and refers to him with her hands. The tubes and cases make a lot of sense now that you know he's known as the Collector. He stares at your group and you take him in. He wears ridiculous glasses and white furs to match his white hair. You don't think he is very trustworthy, but he definitely seems like he is able to fork over four billion units.

The Collector meanders over to Gamora, removing his glasses, revealing some fancy makeup. "Oh, my dear Gamora," he renders in a slow raspy voice. "How wonderful to meet in the flesh." He takes her hand and kisses it.

"Let's bypass the formalities, Tivan," she replies. "We have what we discussed."

Ignoring her, his eyes fall on Groot. "What is that thing there?"

"I am Groot," Groot tells him.

"I never thought I'd meet a Groot," Tivan mutters as he strolls over to Groot. "Sir, you must allow me to pay you now so that I may own your carcass." You and Peter give each other a look, both of you knowing this man is suspicious. "At the moment of your death, of course."

"I am Groot," he agrees.

"Why? So he can turn you into a fricken' chair?" Rocket angrily questions.

The Collector points to him. "That's your pet?" He asks Groot.

"His what?" Rocket reacts, reaching for his gun.

"Rocket, relax," you spit, taking a step in front of him. He huffs agitatedly and crosses his arms. Tivan suddenly becomes aware of you standing before him and raises an eyebrow and ganders up and down your figure. It makes you visibly uncomfortable, yet he refuses to remove his gaze.

"And what do we have here? A Terran?" he questions, his eyes still lurking. "A female Terran?"

Peter notices the look in Tivan's eyes and shifts where he stands. His hands ball into fists and his heart rate picks up. What the hell does the collector want with you?

"Yes," you respond. "I'm from Terra but I've been living out here in space since a young age. My name is Y/N." You try and act polite, not really sure of what this man is capable of. He takes your hand and kisses it, greeting you as he did Gamora.

"It is certainly a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Y/N." He meets your eyes and does not refuse to look away. "I find it quite humorous that you happen to come in on the day I am searching for a Terran to add to my collection."

"What?" you mumble, your face going pale.

"Hey!" Peter calls angrily. "I'm from Terra, too. You can add me to your silly collection, can't you? What the hell do you need her for?"

Tivan pulls his attention from you and strolls over to Peter. "Male Terrans are weak," he replies coldly. "I already have three in my collection and the others I have tried to collect did not last very long here. Y/N, on the other hand, would make a perfect, new addition."

Peter stomps forward toward Tivan, which only seems to amuse him. "You don't lay a hand on her you son of a-"

Gamora interrupts immediately. "Tivan, we have been halfway around the galaxy retrieving this orb."

You shuffle over to stand next to Peter. "Thanks," you whisper, placing a hand on his arm. This instantly calms him down as he exhales a loud breath.

"Of course, Y/N." He tells you. "I don't like the looks of this guy and I wanna make sure you make it outta here safely."

You meet his green eyes and smile. "I know, but try and be nice for now," you inform him. "We have no idea what Tivan could do to us." Peter nods in understanding.

"Very well then. Let us see what you brought," Tivan speaks. Peter holds the orb out to him, but fumbles with it. It drops to the floor, but he picks it back up quickly and shows it to the Collector. You giggle quietly to yourself, covering your mouth with your hand.

Tivan takes it in his hands, running his fingers over its surface. He places it in a device that rests upon a large, cluttered desk. "Oh my new friends, before creation itself, there were six singularities," he claims, pressing a lever on the desk, causing the orb to open gradually. "Then the universe exploded into existence, and the remnants of these systems were forged into concentrated ingots: Infinity Stones." The orb displays several purple circles that show images as he explains its history. "These Stones, it seems, can only be brandished by beings of extraordinary strength. Observe," he illustrates as the images change to a huge, robotic figure wielding the stone. "These carriers can use the Stone to mow down entire civilizations like wheat in a field."

Beside you, Peter gulps. "There's a little pee comin' outta me right now." You smack him jokingly on the arm, but in all seriousness, you're just as scared as he is.

The images now decipher a group of people all joined together by the purple light of the stone. "Once, for a moment, a group was able to share the energy amongst themselves, but even they were quickly destroyed by it," Tivan clarifies, as the people in the image now suddenly seem to fade away into purple ash. The orb opens completely now, revealing a purple stone that glistens in the light. Tivan shakes with passion. "Beautiful," he verbalizes. "Beyond compare."

"Blah, blah, blah," Rocket mocks him. "We're all very fascinated, whitey, but we'd like to get paid."

"How would you like to get paid?"

"What do you think, fancy man? Units!" He shouts, obviously annoyed with the Collector's delay.

He nods, opening a drawer. "Very well, then." His assistant, the girl who led you all in here, approaches the stone. "Carina, stand back," he commands her.

"I will no longer be your slave!" Carina yells, thrusting her fist around the stone.

"No!" Tivan cries in anguish. Purple fireballs emerge from the stone, firing at everything in the building. Whatever the fireballs hit explode on contact. Rocket tries to duck but Groot picks him up and they crash through a window and onto the street for safety. Gamora jumps to the floor below the high ground. Peter sees this and scoops you up in his arms, taking you to the same place. He hovers above you on the ground, his muscular body on top of yours for protection. You wrap your arms around his torso as the purple flames consume everything, creating loud explosions. At the sense of your arms around him, he pulls you much closer. You can hear the pitch in Carina's screams get higher until they stop completely with one last, loud blow. Everything stops the flames, the purple light, and the explosions.

Assuming you are now safe, Peter peels himself off of you. "What the fuck..." he disputes as a few final flames sizzle out of sight. Gamora leaves the place of protection and lunges over to the stone, enclosing it in the orb. The three of you hurry out of there, coughing through the smoke. You find Groot and Rocket right outside the entrance.

"How could I think Tivan could contain whatever was within the orb?" Gamora pesters herself.

Rocket places his hands on his cheeks in distress. "What do you still have it for?" he bemoans.

"What are we gonna do, leave it in there?" Peter remarks.

"Yes," you mumble, brushing yourself off after all of the explosions. You shudder at the ruins behind you that were once a building. Peter furrows his eyebrows at you in confusion. "What are you looking at me like that for? We could've just died!"

"I can't believe you had that in your purse!"

Peter crosses his eyebrows at Rocket, insulted. "It's not a purse, it's a knapsack!"

"It doesn't matter guys," you scold them. "Since we apparently decided to take the orb, we definitely have to bring it to the Nova Corp,"

"Y/N is right, they may be able to contain it," Gamora justifies.

"Are you kidding me?" Rocket objects. "We're wanted by the Nova Corp. Just give it to Ronan!"

"So he can destroy the galaxy?" Peter huffs.

"What are you, some saint all of a sudden? What has the galaxy ever done for you?" Rocket clamors. "Why would you wanna save it?"

"Because I'm one of the idiots who lives in it!" Peter fires back.

You place your hand on his shoulder, gaining his eyes on you the second he feels your touch. "Peter, listen to me. We have to go back to the Milano and deliver this to the Nova Corp."

Gamora shakes her head down at the orb. "We cannot allow the stone to fall into Ronan's hands."

Peter's warm hand wraps around the wrist on his shoulder. He looks deep into your eyes and you think he understands that he has to listen to you. "Right, right, okay. I think you're right," He states, gandering between the two of you. "Or we could give it to somebody who's not going to arrest us, who's really nice for a whole lotta money." He turns to face Rocket. "I think it's a really good balance between both of your points of view."

You remove your hand from his shoulder, stepping back. "Peter, you have got to be kidding me!"

"You're despicable, dishonorable, faithless!" Gamora yammers. In the distance, hundreds of identical spaceships descend into the atmosphere of the planet.

"Oh no," you murmur. Everyone looks to the ships, eyes widening in horror.

Drax stands before them in the street, swords flailing in the hair. "At last!" he cheers. "I shall meet my foe and destroy him!"

"You called Ronan?" Peter bellows out to Drax, not receiving a reply. You didn't need an answer from him, the terrifying amount of ships already explain that Ronan is here and that it's time to face your doom.

"Quill!" You hear a voice call Peter's name in the distance. Everyone turns to find a blue man followed by a bunch of Ravagers. He is the same man Peter received a call from when you were on his ship: Yondu. "Don't you move, boy!" Peter hustles all of you into a nearby shelter, looking legitimately frightened for his life. "Don't you move!" Yondu calls out again, following Peter and shoving several people in the process. "Get outta my way!"

Looking for a way to escape, you turn around to see that you've entered a pod station. Each of you gets into a tiny pod. Knowing Groot can't fit, Rocket faces him. "I told you, you can't fit." He hoists himself up into the pod. "Now, wait here, I'll be back."

You all zoom away as fast as possible, heading for the Milano. The bag on your lap rumbles with the orb inside. As you steer, you begin to feel guilty about Drax and Groot being left behind when Ronan can easily kill them. You pray nothing happens to them, but you know Drax is an easy target because he is basically volunteering himself to Ronan. You try and shove the thought down, and continue to fly alongside Peter, Gamora, and Rocket.

You peek behind you, seeing a couple of Ronan's ships, led by Nebula. They are following you and they definitely know you have the orb. You wince as you move forward at a greater speed. Gamora, Peter, and Rocket do their best to defend you, communicating and finding ways to take down as many ships as possible.

Peter rips the side of a ship off, containing his own pod in it. This way he can fire at the other ships. "Let me borrow your ride," he says, tossing out one of Ronan's men from inside. You're glad you have your friends to protect you.

Just when you think you're in the clear, however, you're suddenly surrounded by way more ships than you can take. They block your path to the Milano and you know you have to leave the atmosphere. "Peter, I'm trapped and can't make it to the Milano," you stammer. "I'm heading out."

"Wait," he says to you as you head up towards the sky. "These things aren't meant to go out there!"

You can tell he is worried about you, but you continue on. As you near the edge of Knowhere, you hear Nebula's voice. "You're a disappointment, Y/N. Out of all our siblings, before you became a coward and left us, I hated you the least."

Your heart sinks. Even though you are not Thanos's daughter, Nebula and Gamora are like your sisters. Leaving caused them great pain, and Gamora forgave you, but you know Nebula never will. "Nebula, please..." you whimper, voice wavering. "I'm so sorry for leaving you. You're my sister and I care about you. But if Ronan gets this stone, he's going to kill all of us."

"Not all," she manifests. "You will already be dead." With those final words, she aims one last shot at your pod. Upon impact, the whole thing explodes. It goes by so fast you don't even realize you're floating in space until it progressively gets harder to breathe. The cold air freezes your fingertips, then your hands, then your toes, then your feet. Slowly, you are dying, freezing to death as you struggle to find oxygen. You let out a few strong gasps, your eyes fluttering shut as you watch Nebula retrieve the orb from the debris. Then, you're silent. As your eyes roll back, you think of Peter, and every last living part of your body wishes you had kissed him on that balcony.

You're breathing again, slowly but surely. A heavy warmth covers your face and you open your eyes, looking out through the red, glowing eyes of a mask. It's the mask of a man who calls himself Star-Lord when he wears it. You feel big hands around you, one on your waist and one on the small of your back. Turning upward slightly, you see Peter. He has come to rescue you, yet again. You aren't able to speak but you want to tell him to go back to the pod, save himself. But, there are no words, and you stare into each other's eyes as you watch his face freeze over, just as yours did only moments ago. Your breathing falters, and you know neither of you will last out here long, even in the mask. But if you two die together, in each other's arms, you both think that would be okay.

Everything goes black again until you feel hard flooring below you, and a heavy figure above you. You deactivate the mask from the earpiece and breathe heavily, coughing a couple of times until you find a proper breathing pattern. On top of you, Peter does the same. You tug on his jacket and lift a knee up as he lays between your legs. "Peter?" you whisper. At the sound of your voice, Peter makes instant eye contact with you, bringing a hand to the side of your face as he struggles to breathe. "Peter...what happened?"

He finally catches a steady breath and his magnificent, green eyes bore into yours. "I saw you out there," he says quietly. "I don't know what came over me, but I couldn't let you die. I found something inside myself. Something incredibly heroic." You roll your eyes at him with a smile. He is so arrogant. "I mean, not to brag, but..." he rambles. You take this as the perfect opportunity to show your gratitude for him saving you so many times.

You lean forward and press your lips on his. He's taken aback, but he quickly brings all of his power into the kiss, tightening his hand on the side of your face to pull you deeper into him. His hand slowly travels down your neck, his rough hands grazing your soft skin as the kiss grows more passionate and intense. Having Peter's lips on yours feels even better than you thought it would. You pull away, and he looks down at you with a bright, happy expression. It finally happened.

You smirk, loosening your grasp on his jacket. "That was to say thanks, for saving me...again."

Peter brushes his fingers through your hair. "Well, I'm really glad-"

"Welcome home, Peter." He gets cut off. Hearts racing, the two of you turn to see a group of Ravagers, guns pointed and ready to shoot.

Now, where the hell are you?

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jungibee · 6 years

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Avengers: Infinity War, but my fav ships have children.

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pt.1 pt.2

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trigger warning

.bruce x thor - established relationship

.stephen x tony - established relationship

pt.3

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After the ride to Nowhere, Amaya and the Guardians exited the ship and crept into a complex where the could faintly hear the deep voice of Thanos. Quill put up a fist, signaling the other to stop, but they all kept going, Amaya and Gamora creeping up the closest and peeking around the corner to watch Thanos step on the collector. Amaya heard the sound of a knife being pulled from a holder and turned to see Quill trying to stop Drax from what she could only assume was something stupid, she watched as Peter chased after Drax, still trying to get him to stop and when he got out the Quill’s hold, Amaya then took action, closing her eyes and whispering a ‘stop’, which made Drax freeze and let out a loud yelp, causing everyone to cringe.

Just as they suspected the welp was just loud enough for the attention to be brought on them, everyone ducked down as soon as Thanos turned their way, “Okay Gamora, Mantis y’all go right-“, she didn’t listen cause then Gamora was fighting Thanos. Amaya, Mantis, and Drax, went to try and help, but were turned to shapes before they could even get to the villain and next thing they knew Thanos was off with Gamora.

(sorry maya but it 2:30 in the morning.)

“W-What happened, where’d they go?”, Amaya got up and asked Peter, along with Drax and Mantis, “Peter?”, “He took her, come on let’s get back to the ship before it burns down.”, Peter turned around and sulked back to the ship, the others following behind.

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“So uh, Amaya, is it?”, Drax asked the teen, who just nodded, “Your father said you had another dad, uh, what’s he like?”, Amaya looked Drax with furrowed eyebrows, “Well um, his name is Bruce, he’s um a doctor,” she looked down to her feet and sighed, feeling anxious about her fathers whereabouts and if she’d ever see him again, “and sometime when he gets really angry he turns into this enormous green rage monster.”, she then looked up to see Drax looking at her funny he was about to speak when a voice came over Mantis’ com, “Mantis, listen carefully, I need you to meet me on Titan.”, “Quill you hear that?”, “Uh huh.”

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The donut ship pulled into a dark place and the family was all instantly confused by the appearance of the dark place, “What’s going on?”, Peter asked, “I think we’re here.”, said Strange, “Daddy?”, “Yes dear?”, “I don’t like it.” As they got closer to the ground Tony began to freak, “I don't think this rig has a self-park function. Pete, get your hand inside, this is made for one big guy, so we gotta move at the same time.”, Peter and Tony frantically trying to get there arms in place to steer, the ship going down fast. “We might wanna turn, turn, turn,

turn!”, Peter started yelling. Strange put up protection around his family, everyone trying to ignore Hailey’s screams as they crashed down into the planet.

They landed the ship and everyone was distraught, Strange walking over to his husband, helping him off the ground, “You okay?”, he aske cupping his face, Tony nodded, “Yeah that was close.”, the two looked around and noticed their children were no longer around, “Where are the kids?”, Strange asked but then Peter and Hailey were hanging upside down from the ceiling, “Lemme just say, if aliens end up planting their eggs in my chest or something and i eat one of you I’m sorry.”, Peter said making his sister look to him in disgust, “Dude that disgusting.”, Hailey grimaced, “I do not want single pop culture reference out of you for the rest of the trip, do you understand me.”, Tony warned, “Okay, but i’m trynna say something’s coming.”, then suddenly a grenade blew up sending each family member a different way.

They all watched as a fleet of other guys walked out from an entryway, which lead to the two groups ending up in a semi war. Once everyone had someone captured someone finally piped up, “Everyone stay where you are, chill the f out!”, the guy who was holding Peter then took off this helmet and pointed his gun to Tony, “I’m gonna ask you this one time, where is Gamora?”, He asked out, “Yeah I’ll do you one better, who is Gamora?”, Tony piped, “I’ll do you one better, why is Gamora?”, the creature under Tony pushed. Amaya then took a look at Tony as he took off his helmet and she finally realized who these guys were, “Wait, I know these guys. Put down your guns! I know them!”, Amaya yelled to her fleet, which cause Quill to look to her. Hailey, who had Mantis in lock, then recognized the voice and looked to it, “Amaya!”, she yelped about ready to let go of her hostage, “Hailey, do not let go of that thing!”, her dad yelled to her, “But daddy it’s Amaya!”, the teen girl complained once again, “It’s okay, Stark, they’re with me, you come for Thanos, correct?”, Amaya walked to the center where both groups could see her, “Hey goddess lady, who are these guys?”, Quill asked out, causing the teen male to look at him like he was crazy, “We’re the Avengers man.”, Peter told him, Hailey scoffing from behind, “Not all of us.”, “Hailey, this is your final warning.”, “Whatever, can I let the alien go now?”, Tony nodded at his daughter,making her let go of Mantis and run to Amaya engulfing her in a hug.

“I have missed you so much.”, Hailey said walking along side Amaya, “You saw me like a month ago.”, Amaya replied with a slight chuckle in her tone, “I know, but you were gone in a flash because someone sent you to Norway.”, Hailey pouted staring at Stephen with a death glare, “Sweetie for the last time, we couldn’t risk the possibilities she brought along with her, no offense Amaya.”, “None taken, Mr.Stark.”

“Hey Hailey?”, the goddess asked, catching the attention of the Stark, “I’ve said it once before and i’ll say it again,” Amaya looked at Hailey smirking, Hailey looked up at her and hummed confusedly, “your dad mega fine.”, Hailey looked at her best friend with a stone face and simply deadpanned a, “bruh.”

@cherryhao

#ironstrange #ironstrange fic #iron dad #iron man #stephan strange #doctor strange #supreme family #thorbruce #thor #hulk #bruce banner #gammahammer #thunderscience #peter parker #spiderman #marvel

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latveriansnailmail · 3 years

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Proposed Comics Characters for Marvel Legends

Here's a long ass list of purely comics-based characters we need in the Marvel Legends line. My picks are mostly based on clout but in some cases my own preferences move them up the line, thus Sleepwalker being at the top. Many of these guys I can't believe haven't been made yet, especially given that the likes of Spymaster have.

THE RANK AND FILE

NEW 6" CHARACTERS

Sleepwalker Mephisto Molecule Man Wizard Crystal Baron Mordo Speedball Exodus Vector X-ray 10 Red Ghost Lockjaw (BaF?) Ikkarus Miss America Chavez Sersi Blue Marvel Mister Negative Rom, Space Knight (yes, I know his rights are unnavigable) Hogan Fandral 20 Ghost Rider (Reyes) Collector Grandmaster Blacklash/ Whiplash Nebula Alistair Smythe Deathbird Owl Aunt May Parker Crimson Cowl (Hammer) 30 Moondragon Eric Killmonger Maelstrom Lilandra Damien Hellstrom Master of the World Namorita Prodigy Turbo Titania 40 Diamondback (Serpent Society) Sidewinder Mister Fear Fire Lord Gorgon (Inhumans) Marrow Carrion Karolina Dean Molly Hayes Old Lace Chase Stein 50 Gertrude Yorkes Victor Mancha Rick Jones Edwin Jarvis Shroud Talisman Speed Ancient One Clea Gardner 60 Runner Possessor of the Rune Staff Jolt Random Trapster Triton Mad Thinker Karnak Justice Alicia Masters 70 Mister Immortal Cardiac Xavin w/ three heads: Skrull, male human, and female human Firebird Gravity Black Mamba Gorgon (Hydra) Makkari Pixie Magma 80 Skurge the Executioner Inbetweener Monet Margoli Zardoz Ord Anaconda Surge Dust Anole Rama Tut 90 Mantis Brothers Grim (double packed per wave) Elixir Gilgamesh the Forgotten One Manifold Stingray Unicorn Willy Lumpkin Foggy Nelson Porcupine 100

LEGENDARY RIDERS

Nightmare and Dreamstalker Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur

DO OVERS

Toad Banshee Mandarin Werewolf By Night

NEW COSTUMES (6")

Drax the Destroyer (classic) Silvermane (full bodied cyborg) Kaine (90s) Stature (large but not huge and with pack in miniature) Loki (teen) Billy Kaplan (modern) Brother Voodoo (classic) Spider-man (Steel Spider) Doctor Doom (Future Foundation) Ms Marvel (Danvers, early appearances w/ scarf) 10 Bruce Banner Marvel Boy/ Noh Varr (Young Avengers) Patriot (Young Avengers, domino mask) Invisible Woman (Future Foundation, pack in Franklin Richards) Mister Fantastic (Future Foundation, pack in Valeria Richards) Loki (Kid) Hercules (classic, the old Annihilus one sucked) Mach IV Iron Man (Superior/Axis) Crimson Dynamo (classic) 20 Loki (80s wing head) Black Panther (early appearances, gray gloves) Spider-man (Iron Spider) Thor (classic with open-sided tabard, bearded) Dr. Strange (first appearance) 25

BAF or DELUX

Uatu the Watcher Super Adaptiod Awesome Android Ronan the Accuser (armored) Titanium Man Volstag Manticore Man-Ape (comics) Brawn Champion of the Universe 10 Shaper of Worlds Ironclad Tyrannus Bone-Breaker Bushmaster Box Bi-Beast Rockslide Armor Big Bertha 20 Hulkling (winged) High Evolutionary (but BIG this time) Thing (Future Foundation) Rintah Karkas 25

SUPER DELUX (Multiple wave BaFs)

Surtr Zzzax Shuma-Gorath?

SPECIAL CATEGORY

Atlas (6” or BaF, preferably both)

#Marvel Legends

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catu-munchkin · 7 years

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Bar night [Rocket x Reader]

A/n: OMG!! I’m so sorry for posting it so late! My plan is to post a new fanfic every monday at night! :D Now I’m working on the first comission I got! Yeei! Thank you so much guys, for your support!!I really apreciate it. If you are having a trying day I hope after you read this you have a nice smile on your face. Also, I enjoy this as much as I did writing it! :D Have an awesome day! Love you guys!

Summary: It’s the grand reopening of Tivan’s Colection and you and the Guardiasn are inivted. After a nice night you have the chance to spend the night with Rocket! Enjoy!!

Bar night.

The Guardians of the Galaxy were invited as special guests for the reopening of the bar and the collection of Taneleer Tivan, a.k.a The Collector, at Kmowhere.

As all of you entered the new place, you notice there was a lot of people already drinking and gambling, it seemed they were having a good time.

There was a live music band, gambling games, bartenders and for some reason, only pretty alien women waitress, wearing some very tightened suits.

“Woow, the waitress are looking good!” Peter said, followed by a punch in the arm that Gamora gave him.

One pretty waitress lead you to your special guest table. Everyone took a seat. It was a rectangle table, in one of the sides were Gamora and Peter, on the single seat was Drax, and Rocket, baby Groot and you, were on the other side.

The music was so loud that every time you wanted to talk to anyone you had to yell at them, literally.

After a few minutes later the pretty waitress came back with a bucket full of beers of all kind, it was a gift from The Collector. Rocket's eyes widened at the sight of all those beers and he was the first one to ask for one, but not a simple beer.

“Hey Star Prince! Hand me one of the sun on the label!” Rocket yelled at Peter, who looked annoyed back at him.

You sighed and smiled. “Peter, please?” He looked back at you and gave Rocket the beer. Then you complained. “Hey, I want one of those too.”

“I know, this one is for ya’.” Rocket answered as he opened the beer for you, then he gave it to you. You two had hanging out a lot that he already knew what kind of beer you like.

“Oh.. Thanks…” You shyly answered and blushed a bit. Then Rocket asked for another beer, this one for himself. Peter saw this little situation and grinned at you lifting his eyebrows, you just shushed him and drank from your beer looking away.

When all of you had a beer, you noticed your tiny baby sprout Groot was looking at all of you with an unhappy face. Then you lean in closer to Rocket.

“I’ll bring something for Groot!!” You yelled at your furry friend.

“What?!...” You nodded your head and looked at Groot, then back at Rocket. “Oh. Yeah, sure.” Suddenly he grabbed your long sleeve and pulled you closer. “Just don’t take too much time, okay?”

You nodded and smiled. “I’ll be right back.”

You stood up and made your way through the crowd to the nearest bartender. When you finally got there you asked for a hot chamomile tea. The guy at bar laughed at your drink of choice, but he realized who you were, then he nodded and told you that your drink would be there in a moment. Then you thanked the big guy, and made your way back to your table.

Most of the people there knew who you were, most of them knew that you were one of the Guardians of the Galaxy, and they knew it would be better not to mess with you, or they would pay the consequences.

When you were trying to pass through the crowd, you walked next to a table with four huge guys. Then, before you can notice one of them grabbed you by your long sleeve. You turned back to look at the guy, who was yellow skinned and his face was ugly, really ugly.

“Hey, sweetheart…!!!” He greeted.

“Mate, let me go…!” You said annoyed and not amused. It wasn’t the first time this happened to you, you were really pretty looking and you got involve in situations like this one very often.

“Don't you want a beer, pretty doll?!” He asked pulling in your long sleeve.

“No, thank you… My- my boyfriend is waiting for me…!!!” You lied, but deep inside you wished it was true. Then you tried to step back but suddenly another guy stood behind you.

“Well, maybe he wouldn’t mind…!!!” But right before you could answer, Rocket land over the table, and when he lifted his sight he aimed his both blaster to the guy who was holding your arm.

“Would ya’ mind repeating that…!!” Rocket answered with a death glare and snarling at the yellowish guy. “But I want to hear ya’ saying it with a bullet in your mouth…!!!”

Both of you came back to your table and Peter looked at you worried.

“Is everything all right!?” Peter yelled at Rocket.

“Yeah!” Rocket yelled back as both of you took a seat. “Some jackass tried to mess up with what is MINE…!!!” He added and you just felt who your face blushed like crazy, you just cleared your throat and played with your hair.

“Oh… I see!!” Peter answered looking at you with a wide smirk.

Just a few moments after that, the waitress came back with the hot chamomile tea for Groot.

“This one is for you, Groot!” You said smiling and calling for your baby sprout, who just ran to you smiling.

The rest of the night was actually really nice, all of you were having an awesome time. The music band actually played some songs that you and Peter know and loved, so both of you sang along some of them.

At some point during the night you felt happy and dizzy, and the rest of the guardians was the same. Suddenly Rocket leant in close to you.

“Hey, Y/n. I need ya' for something…” Rocket whispered/yelled to your ear.

“Sure! What is it?” You replied feeling a bit nervous.

“There’s this bounty I want ya’ to help me with.” You blinked twice and felt a bit confused, it was the first time that Rocket was actually asking you for help, and specially for your help.

“How do you want me to help?? I mean, I just do the classic kill on sight thing…” You commented as you drank from your beer.

“I know, I know. I just need ya’ to shoot the guy’s leg or arm. That’s it.” Rocket put it clear, anyways you felt curious by why he would ask this to you. You thought it was maybe because Groot couldn’t fight, because of his state, he was still tiny and Rocket wouldn’t put him in danger.

After all those short thoughts you nodded and accepted the request.

“Okay. I'll do the job.”

“Great. Fifty- fifty?” Rocket asked. Also you were impressed by that, most of the times Rocket would ask for the higher percent of the bounty, but this time he was offering equals.

You offered to him your beer and replied. “Fifty- fifty.” Then you smiled at him.

The night went on and it was really nice to watch everyone having a good time. Peter and Gamora were actually too affective, Drax and Groot were playing to mini-fist fight and you and Rocket were having a good conversation about blowing up a near moon, both of you thought it would be a nice show to watch and deep inside both of you, there wasn’t any person better to watch it than with each other.

At some point of the night you noticed a sleepy tiny Groot, so you cooped him on your hands and put him on your jack bag, as you did so, you thought it would be better to stop drinking, because someone would have to take Rocket and Groot back to the Milano. At the same time thousands of thoughts began to race your head.

You were wondering if someday you and Rocket would be more than drinking buddies. Also you were wondering if Rocket would actually be interested in you like a woman. Maybe he just liked the company, maybe he just liked the drinking thing with you, maybe it was just that, and nothing else.

What you didn’t know was that Rocket felt the same about you, but any time he tried to get close to you, and tried tell you his true feelings about you something stopped him: his past and what he was. You knew about Rocket's past, he had told you about this a few months ago when he got drunk with you, it was a painful confession, but after that, Rocket began to be more open with you. It wasn’t easy for Rocket, but it wasn’t easy for you neither, most of the times you didn’t know what to say, you just put your hand over his head and pet him gently.

It was getting late in the night and when Drax was drown in alcohol and making fun on everything and anyone, and Peter and Gamora left to a mysterious place or something, you thought it would be a good time to go back to the Milano.

As you stood up and put on your jack bag, you called for Drax to follow you back to the Milano. When you were ready to leave Rocket jumped from his seat but he slip and hit his head to the ground.

“Oh god. Rocket are you okay?” You asked worried as you crouched down to Rocket's level.

“Y-yeah, yeah… I'm fine.” But when he tried to make another step, he fell again, he was sure drunk.

“Come here, let me help you.” You offered to carry him on your back. Rocket doubt about it and somehow he knew that he would accept, everyone would make fun of him later. But when he noticed Gamora and Peter was gone and Drax was so lost and barely he could stand by himself, he finally accepted.

Rocket wrapped his furry arms around your neck, which made you chill for a second, then you stood up and began to walk to the bar exit. You called for Drax who made his best impression of walk straight among the crowd, and he made it.

“Where's Groot?” Rocket asked a bit worried.

“Oh he is already sleeping inside my bag, don’t worry.” You replied as you kept walking back to the Milano with Rocket on your back.

The way back to the ship was silent but relaxed you enjoyed having Rocket so close to you, his arms around your neck and his whiskers on your cheek. Time to time you had to call Drax because he was going in the wrong direction. Eventually all of you got to the Milano.

With Rocket on your back, you walked Drax to his room, then you walked back to yours, and when you finally got there you asked to Rocket to let you go, but there wasn’t an answer.

“Rocket?” You asked with a soft voice.

“Hmmm… Rocket? You asked again but instead of a replied you got a snoring and you laughed quietly.

You made your best effort to sat on your bed and laid down to leave Rocket there. You let out a long and lovingly sigh when you removed Rocket’s arms off of your neck. Then you sat up holding your jack bag carefully and looking back down at Rocket.

“I think he is asleep already…” You commented to yourself as you began to brush his furry head gently.

“At least… he seems to be calmed…” You said leaning in slowly, wondering if it was okay what you were about to do.

“Ohh… Rocket…” You whispered and kissed Rocket’s head gently.

You stood up and left your room to take baby Groot to his bed in his shared room. So you went to Rocket’s room and left your tiny baby sprout sleeping on his special place surrounded by a lot of plants and flowers pots.

When you came back to your room, you tried to make the less noise possible, so Rocket could keep sleeping. Since you noticed that he was far asleep you decided to change your clothes and put on you pj's, but before you proceeded you covered Rocket with your bed's sheets.

You let out a sigh and began to take off your jacket followed by your shirt, but in the instant you pulled it out completely to remain only with your bra, Rocket let out a loud gasp.

You froze right there.

Rocket was panting and looking at his surroundings, when he finally saw you.

“… Y/n??...” He said trying to catch his breath.

“Rocket… are you okay?” You asked as you covered your torso with your shirt and walked towards Rocket.

“Yeah. I think so…” Rocket replied putting one of his paw/hands over his head. This made you let go your shirt and put your both hands over Rocket’s head.

“Are you hurt?” You asked worried looking at Rocket's head, but what you didn’t see was that Rocket's sight was right in front of your chest and he was looking at your (f/c) bra. There was a brief silence.

“Ahh!!” You gasped.

“I’m sorry- I'm sorry- I’m sorry!!!!” Rocket yelled back covering his eyes with both hands as he made his best effort to get off the bed and reaching for the door but you stopped him from behind.

“No, wait. It's- okay…” You said shyly as you grabbed his shoulder. “If you want… you can stay here tonight…” You said quietly and feeling how your cheeks began to turn red. “With me…” You added.

Rocket's head was hurting, but he didn’t know if it was because of the fall back there at the bar, or because he couldn’t believe what was happening.

“… I-“ Rocket tried to speak, but you interrupted him. “Please… stay-with-me…” You begged as you kneeled down and hugged him from behind. Rocket tensed at the hug, it was the first time his fur was against your bare skin.

Rocket nodded and moved a part. “I'll wait outside while you change your clothes.”

“O-Okay…” You replied shyly.

Rocket got out of your room and waited for you to call him back.

“Done.” You said as you looked outside the door. Rocket looked at you over his shoulder and noticed that your pj’s was just a light sleeveless shirt and a pair of shorts, then he proceed to enter in your room. As he was walking inside you asked curiously.

“Don’t you want to take off your jumpsuit?” This question left Rocket thinking about it twice, since you had never saw him shirtless, meaning you had never saw his scars on his back.

“Y- Yeah…” Rocket answered with light tone of shyness. He began to slice the zipper down while you turned off the light and walked to the bed.

The light was off and in a matter of time your vision began to get use to the darkness.

You got on the bed and pulled off the bed sheets, this night was especially hot and you didn’t want the covers, at the same time Rocket, sat down over the deb taking off the upper part of his jumpsuit, then he let out a long sigh.

“Aren’t ya' gonna ask for my scars?...” He asked.

“If you don’t want to talk about it I won’t push you to…” You said smiling softly at him as you brushed his lower back.

Suddenly, without a word, Rocket motioned over you to hug you by your neck tightly and just an instant later you noticed he was sobbing and you felt something wet on your neck. Rocket was actually crying.

“… Rocket…” You said as you hugged him back tightly and brushed his back.

“Calm down, all that is now in the past… You are now here with us…” You whispered trying to calm him down. You didn’t know exactly what happened to him exactly though, you had heard a lot of terrible things about that.

Rocket kept crying for at least five minutes more, all this broke your heart, it broke your heart to see him suffering, and all you wanted was to keep him safe.

“You need to let it go… because if you don’t do this… you won’t be able to see your present or your future…” You said as you kept brushing his head and back gently.

Finally, Rocket let out a long sigh and let you go, then he sat over the bed and cleared the tears left on his face. You sat down with him and without telling him nothing you hugged him again, but this time you held him close to your chest and whispered to his furry ear.

“I’m here for you, Rocket… And I'll be here for you always…” You sigh and kissed his head gently and you stayed like that for a few seconds, while you were fighting against the words to came out of your mouth.

“I love you, Rocket…” You finally said it and you felt how Rocket tested a bit, then he put his furry arms around you and tried his best to speak.

“But… I'm- I am this little-“

“Don’t, Rocket, don’t say it…” You said as you hugged him even tighter. “I love you for who you are… You are an amazing man with a strong mouth and weapons… And the man who makes me shiver.” You confessed as you laughed lightly.

Then, Rocket let you go and looked right into your (e/c), for him, it was like if your eyes were shining even in the dark.

“… Y/n… I'm crazy for you too…” Rocket whispered as he was getting closer and put his paw/hands on your warms cheeks and finally kissed you on your lips. It was a whole new kind of kiss, but you melted in it just an instant later, it was finally happening, you loved Rocket and he loved you back, it was like a dream.

When Rocket broke the kiss both of you fell over the bed and you couldn’t but smile and laughed slightly as you hugged Rocket and buried your face against his chest and then kissed his cheek.

The time seemed to stop and it was like if the galaxy froze for an instant, and in that moment everything went black, both of you fell asleep.

To next morning you were the first one to wake up, and as you were coming back your sleep state you felt a ball of fur wrapped in your arms, you smiled at the memory of the things that happened last night and hugged Rocket tightly.

‘There is no better feeling than waking up next to the person you love.’ You thought to yourself letting out a lovingly sigh.

Then you moved carefully to lay Rocket next to you, so you could get up to check if everything was okay on the Milano, and to get some coffee.

Before you stood up the bed, you kissed Rocket on the head, and proceeded to walk towards the door, but suddenly, Rocket woke up harshly again.

“What?!!... Where are you going?!” Rocket asked you with high tone of voice and being clearly confused and stunned.

“Hey, hey… It's okay. It's morning already.” You answered gently.

Rocket remained in silence for a moment and scratched his neck.

“I'm- I’m sorry. I’m not used to this kind of things…” He said ashamed, then you sat down next to him.

“Don’t worry, honey…” You whispered as you kissed him on his lips, and Rocket melted at this. “We will work on this…” You added as you stood up. “I’ll get some coffee, do you want some?”

Rocket was shocked because you just called him ‘honey'.

“Ehh… n-no… thanks… babe?” He questioned the last part and you just laughed and left the room, while Rocket just let himself to fall over the bed letting out a long and relived sigh.

Bonus*~!

That same morning, you were heading back to your room, still wearing your pj's and with a hot cup of coffee, when you found Star Lord, a.k.a. Peter Quill, with his pj's too.

“Hey!! But it’s (nickname)! How was everything last night, uh?” He asked teasing you as your face began to turn red and but before you could answer him, he interrupted you with another question.

“You can give me the details later, but- Do you know where is Rocket? I need him to talk with him about our next mission.” He asked looking around.

You made a deep breathe and made your best effort to speak up.

“Rocket… yeah…” You said shyly.

“Great, where is he…?” He asked again as he looked at you carefully.

“He is still sleeping… in my room…” You finally answered and looked up at Peter with all your face red.

He looked at you, blinked twice and got blushed too.

“Oooohhhh…!!!!!!... Okay, okay… hmm… ehhrr...J just tell him to call me when he's up, okay?!” He said as scratched his head and looked away.

“I will!” You said smiling.

Fin.

#Guardians of the Galaxy #gotg imagine #gotg #Rocket Raccoon #gotg imagine rocket #rocket raccoon x reader #rocket x reader

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buckyscrystalqueen · 7 years

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Terran Omega

Pairing: Star-Lord x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 1,923

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“Pet, you must eat!” Through your excruciating pain, you forced yourself to look up at the white haired man as he sent a bowl of strange fruit into your “display case”. Your stomach turned at the idea and with the last bit of strength you had left, you simply closed your eyes. You knew this day would come; death from denying your body what your genetic nature ached for, but you wished it hadn’t taken fourteen years of hell to get to this point. Growing up, you had been told that it would be painful for Omega’s that never found a mate but this was beyond anything you could have possibly imagined. You heard Tivan scoff loudly, just like he did every day during your heats.

“You’re impossible, girl. What a waste.” You let out a pained whine as he walked away, not caring what he thought of you at that moment. Though you never had. Not since he stole you from your home in the middle of the night as a teenager.

He called himself ‘The Collector’, “the keeper of the largest collection of interstellar fauna, relics and species in the galaxy” (or so you had heard him tell his many clients throughout the years.) Apparently, an unmated Omega from Earth (or Terra as he usually called it) was something worth collecting. Tivan, however, didn’t realize the cost of that decision. Without realizing it, he had signed your death warrant… but damn, had death taken its sweet time to collect it’s fee.

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He could smell it the second he stepped off the Milano. Water lilies, dogwood blossoms and fresh water. It smelled like home, it smelled like Missouri. Peter stumbled the slightest bit as he walked down the back ramp, completely ignoring Rocket and Drax’s bickering and Gamora’s complaining. He couldn’t even hear the soft ‘I am Groot’ from Baby Groot who was currently perched on his right shoulder. All he could focus on was his Omega and the excruciating pain she was in. She needed him and he needed to find her. He needed to help his mate.

“Quill!” Peter shook his head and looked over at Gamora, no longer enamored with the green beauty in front of him. “We have to go.” He shook his head as he walked down the ramp and passed Groot off to her.

“I need to find her.” He said in a slight daze as he scented the air, desperately looking for you. His eyes darted around, searching the faces of the outlaws on the mining colony of Knowhere even though he had no idea who he was looking for; his natural instinct was just to find her.

“Quill! Get your ass back over here!” Rocket shouted as his vision was blocked by a blaster. Peter shook his head and took a step back from the troll guarding the door his Omega was behind. His green eyes were frantic as Drax grabbed his red jacket and pulled him back.

“Alright!” Peter shouted as he ripped himself away away from his fellow Guardian. He flipped the collar of his jacket and shrugged his shoulders. “Alright.” He glanced back over his shoulder at the building he knew to be the Collector’s Museum and resolved that no matter what, he was going to get in there before they left Knowhere.

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Cedar wood, citrus and river water; a mouth-watering combination you hadn’t smelled in fourteen long years. The smell curled through the filter of your air source; twisting in your core and relieving the ache that lived there. You forced your head off the metal bottom of your case; desperate to find him. Your body shook from your malnutrition as your knee knocked over the bowl Tivan had put there hours before.

His green eyes found yours instantly, boring into your soul and filling you with a hope long since lost. Tears welled in your (Y/E/C) eyes as you laid your hand on the glass; silently begging him to help you. You could feel his heart break for you as he glanced over at Tivan before looking back at you. His lips began moving as he pointed at you; drawing the attention of the members of his small group and Tivan, who simply shook his head and turned his back on you.

“She’s dying! Look at her!” The man roared, loud enough that you could hear him despite the thick glass that surrounded you. Tivan shrugged and said something back as he continued looking at whatever this group had bought them. You watched as he glanced at the raccoon at his side, an animal you were not only stunned to see but even more shocked to see standing on his hind legs and apparently talking. With a look back at you, he motioned for you to lay down.

Your head had barely hit the metal when the glass above you shattered. You could hear the sound of Tivan’s voice, howling in pain a few seconds before those gorgeous green eyes appeared right in front of you.

“Come here, Omega.” He cooed as he carefully reached into your display case and lifted you up. You instinctively leaned into his touch, the first physical contact you had had in years as someone screamed for him to hurry up. “I got you, sweetheart.”

“Quill! Now!”

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Peter’s stomach turned at how light you were; basically skin and bones, but as the sweet smell of Missouri wrapped him in a blanket, he knew that even though this may be his way of signing his own death warrant, he was doing the right thing. A protective growl rolled from his chest as you curled into yourself against him.

“Rocket! Get the ship started!” He shouted as he hiked you up in his arms a bit more. His heart pounded in his chest as he ran as fast as he could.

“What are you doing?! He’s gunna kill us!” Gamora shouted as Drax took out the two guards at the entrance of the museum. He shook his head as your frail fist clutched to the front of his jacket.

“I can’t leave her.” He said simply as he dodged a group of drunk ravagers and sprinted up the ramp to his ship.

“Million units, just flushed down the drain for some girl.” Rocket complained as Peter carefully set you down in a chair.

“Rocket, just get us out of here now!” Peter roared as he brushed your dull hair off your face. You met his eyes as he gave you a small smile. “You’re safe now, Omega.” With a small smile, you reached up slowly and touched your fingertips to his cheek.

“Alpha…” He nodded as he leaned into the touch.

“I’m here. Just hold on, OK? Let me get you out of here.” You nodded and let your hand fall into your lap. With a small nod, he reached up and grabbed a small, living plant person and put it on your lap. “You hold on, too.” He said as he pointed at Groot.

“I am Groot?” He asked as Rocket and Gamora flew away from Knowhere as fast as the Milano would take them.

“Yea, she’ll be OK now.” Peter said as he ran over to the pilot’s seat to get his Omega as far away from harms way as the galaxy would allow him.

“She better be worth a million units, Quill.” Rocket shouted as Peter aimed his ship toward the first jump with no real destination in mind. The Alpha glanced over his shoulder at you; slipping into unconsciousness as you cradled Baby Groot in your palms, and nodded.

“She’s worth it to me.”

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You didn’t remember falling asleep but as you came to, you were surrounded in the smell of home. Slick pooled between your thighs as you forced your eyes open. A small whine left your lips as you turned your face into the pillow, wanting to drown in the smell.

“Hey sweetheart.” Your eyes darted over to the voice of the Alpha as he stood up from where he was sitting on a chair by the bed. He sat down on the bed by your knees as he grabbed a plate off a table by your head. He swallowed hard against his urges as he pulled the blanket back a bit. “Can I get you to eat something?” You shook your head as you reached out for his wrist.

“Alpha, please.” Peter sighed and nodded as he carefully pulled your hand off his wrist.

“I know, Omega, I know. Eat something for your Alpha and I’ll give you what you need.” His stomach clenched as you nodded once and began shoveling food down your throat; desperation wasn’t even in the ball park to describe your needs right now. That was the only part about being Terran he hated; the urges and the need Omega’s had for a knot, the control Alpha’s held over Omega’s… That was one thing he was grateful didn’t really exist much in the galaxy and where it did, it was muted and diluted. But you… you were full Terran. There was no diluting your Omega scent nor the fact that you were his soul mate.

“I’m Peter.” He said as he grabbed a bottle of water and put it on the bed in front of you.

“(Y/N)” He nodded as he ran his hand through his hair.

“Beautiful name.” His eyes searched yours as he took a deep breath. “Look, I know that you’re… kinda desperate but I need you to know I, personally, can’t claim you yet…” You inhaled sharply, choking a bit on your food as the reality that this was actually going to happen finally sunk in. You abandoned your food and curled into yourself.

“I… um… I’ve never…” He looked at you for a moment, waiting for you to finish your statement before his eyes went wide and flew down to your hips.

“Awww, fuck.” He groaned as he stood up from the bed. He scrubbed his hands over his face as he walked in a tight circle. Part of him had been hoping you had at least a little experience as he had never had a full blown Omega in his life. With a nod he turned back around and sat back down. He took your hands in his with a smile.

“So we figure this out together. Soul mates are supposed to be like, made for each other, right?” You shrugged and huffed a laugh.

“I don’t know. I didn’t get much of those classes in school. I’ve been in that box since I was fifteen.” Peter’s heart broke for you as he reached out and brushed your hair behind your ear.

“We’ll figure it out together. It’ll be uncomfortable the first time but for right now, we’ll get you through this heat.” You nodded as he grabbed the plate and bottle of water and put them on the table, flipping off the room lights before he sat back down. You let your heat take over as you reached out into the dark room and wrapped your fingers around his arm.

“Just… make it fast. I know it’s painful the first time so just…” You let out a small whine and shook your head in the dark. “Alpha, help me.” You felt the bed shift beside you as he pulled off his jacket and tossed it to the end of the bed.

“I know, Omega. Your Alpha’s here, now. I’ll always take care of you.”

#Star-Lord x Reader #Terran Omega

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I will always come back; Rocket Raccoon x Human!Reader

This request came from my Wattpad account and this was my first attempt to write a romantic oneshot featuring our Favorite trash panda Rocket. Now I took inspiration from the newly opened up Disney attraction after watching some of the videos on youtube GOTG: Mission Breakout so the quotes I have in the beginning belong to the ride I give them FULL credit. Anyways I hope you all enjoy this oh and if you want, fill free to listen to Joan Jett’s Bad Reputation when it comes up in the story :) Besides swearing not really any more warnings for you guys.

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"This is all your fault" snarled Gamora.

"Well at least we get a really cool looking sign" stated Peter. Soon golden words came across his glass screen and he whined out, "ahh man they got my name wrong its Star-Lord, dude. Although they do call me the leader. That's pretty cool".

"Yes because you led down here into this trap!"

"Hey, I thought the tour sounded fun"

"What name do they call me?" asked Drax. As words appeared across his cage. Peter leaned in and said out loud.

"Ahh Drax the Destroyer".

"Ha! That is correct".

"They got his name right".

"That's what bothers you!"

"Well sorry, Gamora Daughter of Thanos". Gamora's eyed widened as she saw the words across her cage and she shouted in rage.

"I AM NOT THE DAUGHTER OF THANOS!!" She punched her cage which shocked her with such high levels of voltage it light up her entire cage and caused her to shake her hand in pain.

"You're not supposed to tap the glass" Peter smart-mouthed.

"DON'T EVEN START!"

"Hey! Would you two keep it down over there!?" Rocket shouted to both Peter and Gamora.

"I am Groot" stated Bab Groot.

"I know! They're so inconsiderate".

"I am Groot".

"According to that you're not Groot, you're a Flora Colossus".

"I am Groot!"

"Don't listen to him. You are Groot" stated Rocket.

"Hey you wanna know what they call you Rocket?" asked Peter.

"I know what they call me. Cybernetic, genetically—"

"Pet Rodent!" Drax then let out a boisterous laugh as Rocket exclaimed angrily.

"ALRIGHT! WHOEVER CALLS ME PET WILL ANSWER TO MY FIST!!"

"I thought you'd be more upset about the Rodent"

"Ain't nothing in the universe like me except me!" The Guardians of the Galaxy had once again found themselves in a serious predicament. Having been tricked by the Collector, they have now become a part of his collection on Knowhere for his profit and gain.

The cages they were in were made especially for them since the Collector had known that Rocket was known for escaping from every imprisonment that he's even been put in. The wires in each cage were hooked up to his Massive generator which gave each cage unimaginable power and any touch of it would deliver a painful shock throughout their bodies. The cages were also elevated at the center of his collection and even if they were able to escape, they would only end up falling into an abyss thousands of feet.

They continued to argue amongst themselves when Groot exclaimed at them to be quiet then Gamora fell to her knees helplessness saying.

"I'm in hell". But as she leaned against her cage, she got shocked again which made Drax chuckle. The Guardians knew that unless Rocket could magically get out of his cage and free them, they would forever be at the hands of the Collector and be a freak-show for the rest of their lives.

Or so they thought.

Unbeknownst to the Collector, there was one member of the Guardian's missing from his collection. And she was currently climbing up the walls of the gantry lift with one of Rocket's guns wrapped around her back. To a normal person climbing up 40-50ft of wall would seem impossible but to (y/n) (l/n) it was next to nothing for her.

*1st Person POV*

The name is (y/n) (l/n) one of the Guardians of the Galaxy. Just to get some of the basic information out of the way I am human but I was taken from my home by black market aliens and taken to the same planet where Rocket and Groot were taken and experimented on. The scientists had given me enhanced strength as well as intelligence like my boyfriend. (Wait what?)

Yeah you heard right. Rocket Raccoon is my boyfriend. After helping them throughout our time together in that hellhole, Rocket helped Groot get some water in his system after finding him dehydrated and just before escaping they helped me when I was being beaten by some of the scientists for sport.

Once I was saved, I escaped with them and the three of us teamed up to drag in any bounties to make as much money as we could and throughout that time Rocket and I began to fall for each other. Of course him being the stubborn ass that he is he didn't want to admit it but Groot actually played Matchmaker and set us up on a romantic starlight dinner and that's when the truth finally came out from both of us.

And I'm sure you guys know what happened next after we had made it to Xandar, if not then go do your research.

Anyways, fast forward a few months after we saved the galaxy from Ronan and to make this long story short, Rocket and I had our usual arguments with each other but the last one we had was so bad that I couldn't even bear to look at him anymore and I walked out on him. Next thing I know, Mantis tells me that the Collector has imprisoned him in his collection and here I am now.

Finally after a long climb, I make it to the Generator's level and I see the power source just ahead of me. I then decided now would be a good time to make my grand entrance. I take out my boyfriend's gun and ready it as I stated.

"I live for the simple things, like how much I'm going to enjoy this". I then pull the trigger and the blast hits the power source which then cuts the entire power off then I wire the speakers and proclaimed.

"Attention K-mart shoppers, this is your savior speaking. Please enjoy our program after this commercial breakout". I then plugged in Quill's Walkman and my favorite rocker girl Joan Jett "Bad Reputation" came on as I raced towards the generator then did a superhero burst out of the glass and fell epically down on top of an escaped flying womp rat.

With my friends' weapons and seeing all the creatures now free along with the Collector's security drones trying to fire at everything in sight. I took control of my flying womp rat by using some wires that I keep at my hip for emergencies like this, I made sure that when it had open its disgusting mouth the wire went inside his mouth and like a rein I controlled his flight patterns.

"Hey Gamora!" I tossed her, her sword and she freed herself from one of the tentacles of an Abilisk. Then after jumping out of the mouth of a gargoyle-like giant behemoth, Drax punched its face which threw it backwards I called out his name and tossed him his daggers.

"Thank you (y/n)! You are a cunning warrior and I am honored to fight alongside you!"

"No prob, where's Rocket and Groot?"

"Last I saw them they were with Quill". I nodded then urged my womp rat onward. Flying a few levels higher, I took notice that Rocket and Quill were overwhelmed by droids as well as the small pestering alien rats.

"Babe!" Rocket turned to me and I tossed him his gun which he caught and readied it before saying.

"Oh—yeah!" He then went crazy firing at the drones. I then leaped off my womp rat and tackled one of the drones and punched my bare hand into its main control and ripped it off then quickly rewired it and used it as my own weapon at any oncoming threat.

"Hey (l/n) you didn't happen to grab my blasters did you?"

"Here you punk!" I tossed him his blasters and he went nuts with them before asking me.

"You didn't really think this through did you?"

"Shut up, okay! At least I'm getting you out of here aren't I?"

"I am Groot!" I then saw a vine tentacle grab Groot and take him towards an enhanced Venus fly-trap.

"Groot!" I took a running start then leaped in the air to try and grab him but I was suddenly grabbed by a three headed snake. Its coils wrapped around me tightly squeezing the life out of me. I could almost hear the sound of my bones cracking that's when I heard Rocket's voice say.

"Hey lizard breath! Get your damn coils off'a my girl!" He then fired at the snake's heads which made them rear back and release me but I ended up falling with no womp rat to get on. But it was then Peter grabbed me and said.

"What would you do without me?"

"Apparently be a pancake". Peter then took me back towards Rocket.

"What's the plan now?" Peter asked me.

"We're going home. Mantis is on the upper level waiting for us with the Milano, get everyone together and meet me up there in a few minutes. I still need to grab some things".

"I'm coming too!" Rocket exclaimed.

"No you're going with Peter!"

"You ain't getting rid of me that easily babe now I'm coming whether you like it or not!" Rocket stated firmly as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Fine but let's go now before creepy mc-bad-hairdo sends in more of his drones. We're gonna make some fireworks". I stated as I ran off. Rocket smirked and stated to Peter before running off after me.

"I love it when she talks explosives".

"You got issues Rocket!" Peter called out.

Throughout various levels of the facility, we each set up bombs and activated them while I had the detonator. I also went ahead and grabbed Peter's Walkman since I knew I'd never hear the end of it if that got destroyed, plus I like hearing some of his music. I then met up with the others at the Milano and saw everyone was there except for Rocket.

"Where's Rocket?" I asked.

"I thought he was with you!" said Peter.

"He was but then he disappeared on me as I was grabbing this for you!" I showed Peter his Walkman and he said.

"Yes! (Y/n) you got my Walkman thanks little sis!" He then went to glomp me in a hug but I sidestepped which made him trip as I scouted the area worriedly. If Rocket didn't come back in the next 1:45 those bombs will set off anyway even without the detonator.

Suddenly Rocket appeared flying up with his jetpack and he landed right next to me.

"So we outta here or what?"

"Yes. Let us be relieved of this haunting environment" stated Drax. We all then aboard the Milano and Peter took the wheel and we took off and with the detonator, Rocket and I together pushed the button and watched as the Collector's office blew up in fireworks. Finally we all left Knowhere and left all of that insane mess behind us and set our course for wherever we wanted to go.

"You really came through for us (y/n), thank you" Gamora stated as she placed her hand on my shoulder. I smiled softly and nodded at her. Drax then stood up and very strongly patted my back once and thanked me just like Gamora did. Groot then came up to me and lifted his arms up to me which made me smile softly and pick him up and I held him close to my chest and in turn he yawned cutely and fell asleep.

"But why? Why did you come back?" stated Rocket solemnly. The rest of the Guardians took that statement as their moment to leave. I passed Groot to Gamora and they all left the room leaving Rocket and I to talk alone.

"Because I wanted to".

"But after that fight, everything I said to you about being a—" I knelt down beside him and kissed his nose before taking his face into my hands.

"Don't ruin the moment alright?" He softly grinned then I continued, "We fight, that's what all couples do. Sometimes fights leave to things being said that aren't really true, and Rocket I was angry at the time but I know you, and I know that everything you said wasn't true, and you know me enough to know I didn't mean any of the things I said about you. And no matter how much we fight, or whatever stupid things we may say to each other, I will always come back to you".

"Same here" he said sincerely as his eyes glistened with tears of love and admiration. "God, when did I get so lucky to find someone like you?"

"I ask myself to same thing every day babe". We both smiled at each other and as we leaned in for a kiss, it was then the annoying buzzing voice of Quill stated out-loud.

"No mutant baby making in my ship!"

"DAMNIT QUILL MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS!!" Rocket shouted out. I rolled my eyes and took Rocket in my arms and the two of us just cuddled together for the remainder of the ride.

#gotg #guardians of the galaxy #rocket raccoon #rocket raccoon x reader #mission breakout #romance #rocket raccoon oneshot #guardians of the galaxy fandom #guardians of the galaxy fanfiction

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