So this is a fill for the following prompt on the guardians kink meme. For the complete prompt, the link is here: . ?thread=16398#t16398.
Peter gets separated from the group during a mission and is kidnapped by someone who actually has heard of Starlord and is not all that happy with his exploits. Maybe it's someone Peter once did a job for or maybe it's a Kree/Thanos/Ronan supporter. Either way, Peter is taken and gets the absolute shit beat out of him.When the Guardians do eventually find him, he's beaten, bruised, bloody, and barely alive. And that's when shit really hits the fan because the Guardians are already kind of scary by themselves but once you mess with one of them, once you hurt one of them, they become completely terrifying.
I'm not sure how many chapters this will have, it may only have one more, it may have 3+. Title comes from an Anarbor song.
Peter is used to people not hearing about Star-Lord. Despite his best efforts to get the name to spread, to have it be know by the galaxy, it just doesn't seem to stick. It's for this reason that he's actually surprised when someone has heard of it, when he walks into the bar and five men turn to him, one whispering, 'Star-Lord'. His pleasure at being recognised lasts about three seconds before he realises the name was said with malice and he starts cursing it. Ronan left behind a lot of supporters and unsurprisingly, they aren't happy with Peter. The barman is unconcerned as the men gang up on Peter, break his jet boots, and drag him outside. Now, of course he fought back, he was fucking Star-Lord – he doesn't back down without a fight, but when it's six on one in a confined area full of civilians he doesn't really want to injure, he never really stood much of a chance. Splitting up from the others now doesn't seem like such a good idea but then, they had only stopped off for supplies. This wasn't supposed to happen.
One of the guys restrains him, locking his arms behind him as the others jeer and laugh at him.
"Hard to believe a runt like you brought down the mighty Ronan," one sneers, stepping forward to punch Peter in the stomach. He'd seen it coming, so braced himself, but it still hurt like a bitch.
"Looks like we'll have to deal with you ourselves; make sure you don't try and get in Thanos' way too," another says, grinning at Peter with razor-sharp teeth.
Now, Peter isn't scared, he doesn't do scared, but even he will admit that he is in some deep shit. He doesn't stop struggling as the punches, kicks (and even a few bites – what the hell?!) rain down on him but every man has his limit and Peter is close to his. He knows he shouldn't expect the other guardians to come looking for him, sure they were friends but they were still newly formed, but a part of him hopes they do because he isn't sure he'll be able to get out alone.
Initially they aren't worried when Peter is late arriving to their meet-up point.
"Probably stolen something again," Rocket suggests, tone full of exasperation mixed in with a hint of amusement and fondness.
They wait a little bit longer, accepting this, but worry settles in when the sun starts to set. They'd wanted to be back on the ship by sunset.
"We should go look for him," Gamora says, a frown marring her face. They may have only been a team for a short while, but Gamora is sure Peter wouldn't be this late unless something important had happened or he was in danger. For both situations they should be there with him and that is why Gamora suggests they go looking for him, heading off into the direction they saw him go when they parted ways. Though they had known the planet they landed on had Thanos and Ronan supporters, they hadn't thought there would be enough to cause a problem. Gamora has the horrible feeling they were wrong. It doesn't take them long to find him, it's difficult to miss the gaggle of civilians crowding around something Gamora can't see, but knows must involve Peter.
"Out of our way. Move!" She barks at the citizens and they, recognising a voice demanding complete submission, do as she commands. Only a few remain and they stand a good distance away, far enough to not fear Gamora's rage but close enough to witness what is about to happen. They leave plenty room to clearly see Peter being beaten by six men. He looks terrible; his face is bloodied, there are scratches along his shirt and trousers, two of his limbs look to be at awkward angles and he appears to be unconscious. And that's only on the outside.
When they realise their audience left, the attackers stop and notice the trio. One of them curses.
"Shit, it's his friends."
"We can take them," another says, grinning cruelly. His foot is placed upon Peter's chest and with a sadistic stare, he pushes down. Peter coughs, a crimson wetness escaping his lips, and Gamora sees red. She prowls forward, like a predator stalking her prey, and Rocket and Drax follow in her wake. Drax is growling, a low grumbling noise that builds as the attackers laugh until it turns into a roar full of fury, promising pain to those that dare hurt their friend. Rocket is uncharacteristically quiet, but Gamora can see out of the corner of her eye how his teeth are bared and that he is cocking his most powerful weapon. She smiles a dangerous, venomous, smile. These men will regret hurting Peter.
Peter flitted in and out of consciousness while he was being pounded. Sometimes a kick would knock him awake only to send him back under seconds later. A punch would occasionally wake his bruised body until it gave up once again, sending him back into darkness. This time, however, it is not a new hurt that wakes him, but the sounds of angered yelling and shooting. His body, though overwhelmed with pain, is no longer being touched and he turns his head (even though doing that simple movement hurts like fucking hell) to see what's going on. What he sees convinces him he's delirious.
There's Gamora, her green skin unmistakable, fighting hand to hand against two of his assailants. She fights with such speed and grace that Peter's puffed up eyes can barely keep track of her. Her opponents, though skilled, struggle to keep up. Gamora was once one of the best assassins in the galaxy and looking at her then, Peter has no trouble believing it. Peter's scabbed lip re-splits when he smiles, admiring her.
Fighting not too far away is Drax. Like Gamora, he too is fighting two opponents with nothing but his hands but where Gamora's greatest asset is her agility, for Drax it is his strength. He smashes the two men together and brushes off their return strikes as if they were nothing more than bugs. The men are resilient, Peter will give them that, but they are no match for Drax's power.
Rocket is the last of the group Peter spies and that's because he's on Peter's other side. It takes effort and a great amount of blocking out the pain, but he manages to twist his head to see the raccoon where he is standing protectively over Peter's body, guns in both hands, shooting at the remaining attackers and preventing them from coming near Peter. With one hand he's firing at their feet and the other he's aiming for their bodies so it ends up looking like they're trying to copy one of Peter's dances (and please, like that'd happen).
"You'll stay away from him if you know what's good for you!" He hears Rocket threaten and again Peter smiles, not caring that blood flows freely down his chin. The fact they are all here, fighting for him, convinces Peter that's it's all a dream, that in reality he's still being pummelled, but it's a good dream all the same.