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"Move, move, move, MOVE!"

Tony circled a corner, and Peter was not far behind. Two large thugs, probably Kree, were right behind the boys as they ran from the bar they had just destroyed.

"It will be fun, he said. Nothing bad will happen, he said." Tony mocked. Peter, who had caught up, scowled.

"I didn't think he would take offense when I said his skin was a very nice shade of blue. Kree, these days. So touchy."

"That's why you don't talk to people in a bar, idiot!"

"I know that now, thank you. I have completely learned my lesson, and will be saint from now on."

"Uh huh, and I'm gonna turn myself in to the Nova Corp."

"Tony, so help me-"

"No time. We're here. Get this thing in the sky."

Peter huffed, and jumped in the Milano. Tony strapped in, and he started pressing buttons. The Kree caught up with them, and just as the engines hummed, the blue skinned aliens took out guns.

"Quill, if you don't get this thing in the air, and I have to go to prison or fix the engines with parts that may or may not be earned legitimately, then I'm gonna be soooo-"

Quill hit the accelerator, and the ship started to fly. That's when he put on his "I told you we'd live" face, and the Milano started for Ravager headquarters.

"Your welcome."

"Shut up, Peter. Yondu's gonna be so mad when he finds out that you forgot to grab that chip thing."

"...Crap."

It was silent for a moment, then Tony smirked. He pulled out a little green microchip thing. Quill let out a breath, and Tony laughed. "You soooo owe me."

"Come on, Tony! I just saved your life!"

"From a situation you caused!"

"We wouldn't have even been there if you hadn't accepted this mission in the first place!"

"Your the one that was bored!"

As the two argued, a Nova Corp ship noticed the small Ravager Craft, and unbeknownst to the boys, coming up on them fast. Sooner than later, the soldier called up some back up, and there they were, two Nova Corp ships watching two teenage boys inside a Ravager ship, arguing.

"You are under arrest by Nova Corp authority."

That's when Peter and Tony took notice of the two crafts, and the boys held up their hands. That's when Tony spoke.

"For the record, I blame you for this."

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The boys stood in front of Nova Corp enforcers as they were getting checked in. The two men started to look at their criminal records.

"Alright," one of the guards said, half of him interested at what two boys could do to get themselves into the Kyln, and the other half not caring. "This one is Starlord, or Peter Quill. He's fifteen, and has done some pretty hefty damage. Destroyed two bars, seventeen small shops, and has charges of petty theft."

He then turned to the guards, and flipped them off in an amusing way. The guards sighed, and then Peter looked down. Gasping sarcastically, he then looked to the officers. "I am so sorry. I just didn't know how this machine worked."

The guard sighed. "Next is Tony Stark. They call this kid Iron Man."

"Actually, my stuff's made out of Carbon-Titanium alloy, but I think if you ask nicely, I might just forgive you for that little mistake you just made."

The guard rolled his eyes, and went on. "Apparently, while the kid still has a mouth on him, he's pretty good at supercharging Ravager getaway vehicles, and has several charges of hacking and digital theft."

The other Nova enforcer just glared at the boys, and sniffed. "What a pair of A-Holes."

"I think we prefer the term "opportunistic"."

"Just get them disinfected."

A few minutes later, the boys were stripped of their weapons and irritated.

Peter was probably the most angry, and made no attempt at hiding it. "He freakin took my Walkman, that jerk. Oh he soooo going to pay for that later."

Tony rolled his eyes. "Oh yeah, because he is totally begging for our mercy."

"Stop being a smart-Aleck, Tony."

Tony grunted. "Well I would appreciate it if you wouldn't mind helping me think of a way to get out of here. Then we could come up with all sorts of fun ways to get back at the guy for taking your Walkman."

Peter sighed. "Fine, fine. I think I know a guy who can get us out of here."

At that, Tony looked at him suspiciously. "I certainly hope that your not talking about him, are you?"

"Come on! Are you kidding? You want us to go to him for help? He's a freaking-"

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"Racoon. Rocket Racoon. At your service. What the heck do you guys need?"

Tony pinched the bridge of his nose as he stood before the Flora Colossus and the mutant racoon thing. He knew this was not going to end well. This was just one of those things that he had that bad feeling about.

It was the same feeling he had before he went into that bar yesterday.

"We need to get out of here. We have some pretty valuable junk in my ship, and it needs to get to our boss pronto. We have 30,000 units for you if you can. What do ya say?"

The racoon smirked, and then looked at the kids. "Well, that's a pretty small amout of units for a prison break...but I was going to need help getting out any how, and I've decided that you don't annoy me much. Fine. I'll take your offer. Give me until tomorrow, and I'll have something figured out. Deal?"

"Deal. Thanks, Rocket."

The two boys left, and Peter smiled. "See, I knew that I could get us outta here!"

Tony grumbled. "Yeah, and in the process we have to help a racoon and a giant tree get out of a heavily guarded prison while we blow 30,000 units. Oh yeah, great plan."

Peter hit Tony's shoulder, and smirked. "Ahh, don't be such a downer. We're breaking out of prison! That'll look good on our reps."

"Oh yeah, I'm sure Yondu will be sooo proud."

The two boys went to grab some grub, and sat down at one of the numerous dirty tables. They at what looked like a green glob with a couple of chunks of...well, something in it. However, with their salaries, they had to take whatever food they could get their hands on, even if it looked like it might eat them first.

"Ya know," Peter said as he shoved some more green slime into his mouth. "I'd say we've been in worse positions."

"Oh yeah? What?"

"Well, there was that time on Xandar with that one dude? What was it? Oh yeah, Drax."

Tony shuddered, remembering the large teenager that had almost thrown him six feet under concrete, and that had threatened to tear out his spine for stealing some donuts.

"I guess we have, Peter."

"Well, well, well, look at what we have here, Logan."

Tony knew that voice, and it was probably the last thing he wanted to hear. It seemed as if this day was starting to overturn the whole "not as bad as Drax" thing.

"Iron Man in the slammer, never thought I'd see. And would you look there. It's Starlord! I guess it's just our lucky day!"

"Clint, and Logan," Peter said nervously. "How...nice to see you guys again."

Logan grabbed Tony, and smirked. Tony cringed at the teen's grip, and looked at him sheepishly. Logan smiled, showing his prominent canines. "Ya know, Tony, you and your little friend here still owe us a little something. What was it? Oh, yeah. A freakin ship!"

"No need to get hasty, guys. We can work this out..." Peter said, looking for a way out. Clint kept him behind the table, and the archer laughed.

"Oh, yeah, cause that worked so well the last time. You don't have anything to offer, and we don't have to hold back."

Peter looked at the guards, hoping that they'd do something. However, that was apparently not as important as pressing the stupid buttons on their little arm thingies. Apparently, this was not his lucky day.

Tony wasn't faring much better, as in that moment he was wondering how many ways Logan would chop him up and eat him. Logan started squeezing harder, and Tony was frantic.

"This is gonna hurt, bolts." He grinned. "This is gonna hurt a lot."

Meanwhile, Clint has been hiding behind a large iron pole as Clint started throwing freakin condiments at him. So far, he's hit Peter three times, all in the eye.

"Ow! Dang it, Tony! Do something!"

Tony couldn't reply because he was pretty sure that Logan had broken his lungs by now. He tried to speak, but Logan was having too much fun.

"What's that, pipsqueak? I can't hear you."

"We...Get...You...Out..."

Logan got the gist. He stopped squeezing him, and allowed Tony to drop to the floor, gasping. That's when he took out his claws, and held them to Tony's throat.

"What did you say?"

Tony took a few deep breaths, and sighed. "We can get you out. You don't kill us, we get you out of here, and dump you on whatever planet you want. Deal?"

The mutant seemed to think, and he turned to Clint. That's when he slid his claws back in, and helped Tony up. Clint stopped throwing things, and Peter came out from behind the table he had made his way to.

Logan smirked. "I always knew I liked you. Now, how are we doing this thing?"

"Tomorrow at that table. Meet us there, got it?"

Logan nodded, and Clint soon followed his leave. That's when Peter came over, and hit Tony's shoulder.

"Ow!"

"Great, just great." Peter growled. "Now, we're stuck not only with the racoon and the Giving Tree, but the Wolverine and the Condiment Thrower of Doom. What were you thinking?"

"Gee, I dunno. I was just getting crushed, and I thought, "Hey, you know what might be a good idea? Not dying! Maybe I should try to do something about that!" The idea just kinda bloomed from there on."

Peter dropped into a seat, whipped his head back, and moaned. "Wonderful. Great. This is gonna be the best breakout ever."

"...Well, in all honesty, we wouldn't be here if-"

"Oh, we are not starting that again!"