Aboard the Guardians of the Galaxy's spaceship, Peter Quill paced about his quarters nervously.
I am very nervous about the upcoming Avengers Infinity War. That Thanos is sure to pack a punch, as my beautiful wife Gamora can attest. She is the daughter of Thanos, and green.
Peter turned to the door as a knock came. In a low rumble came the voice of Drax, Peter's greatest friend. "Peter, we approach Earth."
"Alright, buddy. I know you're not very good with metaphors so I'll try not to use any." It was true. Drax was not good with metaphors. Peter assumed this was because Drax had autism.
Peter found the rest of the Guardians sitting around their table laying out a plan of action for when they arrived on Earth.
"-I was thinking we arrive somewhere at the end of the first act, maybe the beginning of the second," Gamora was saying. "We'll swoop in and deflate the tension with some comedy. Remember, people, we can't go more than fifteen seconds without comedy."
Peter sat down with the other Guardians, and Thor. Thor was there, too. He wasn't a real Guardian, more of a friend with benefits. That benefit was Thor's ability to carry himself in a fight.
"I am Groot," teenage Groot said, his voice cracking. Groot, you see, only spoke those words, and always in that order. Peter assumed this was because Groot had tree autism.
"Astute observation, my arborous friend," Thor said with a smile. Peter was afraid of Thor, as he had only a single eye planted squarely in the center of his bulbous forehead. This was not all Peter was afraid of, he would be reluctant to admit. Black people and the exceedingly ugly frightened Peter as well.
"What do you think, Rocket?" Gamora asked, turning to the small arms expert of the gang. Rocket didn't respond at first, twiddling his chin with his fingers.
"Alrighty then," he said with a grin.
Peter smiled at his gang. In a manner of hours, he'd once again be on Earth.