Finally.
The thick security door to Ronan's bridge was sliding open and revealed a large, dark chamber which was blocked a few minutes ago.
They had reached their destination.
His heart was beating up to his throat and for a moment Peter thought it could jump right out of his chest.
He was so fucking nervous. He had believed that this plan could really work, however, as he marched through the opening, followed by his friends, sudden doubts invaded his mind.
Great … that comes late ...
He tried to swallow the big knot, that was made out of worry, back down … and failed.
The blood was rushing loud through his veins and with every step the rumbling in his head became more clearly.
Weird thoughts circled in is mind, some questions on which he could not even find a suitable answer.
He went through several music titles and different melodies to distract himself but nothing seems to help. It was in vain.
Drax nearly collided with him, as he stopped and no one spoke a word.
Deadly silence.
He winced as Gamora found a way back to join them.
All looks were directed upon the end of the large hallway and Peter found himself unable to breath.
There he was, the tall dark figure had not moved a single inch and stood still. He simply ignored them.
Arrogant bastard!
„Ronan!" He could not help it. The word crossed his lips before he had considered to speak.
They had come to kill.
Luminous eyes locked with his as Ronan began to turn around and a deep chill ran over his body. This deadly gaze burned.
Shit … what was that?
Another few seconds passed and he had forgotten about his comrades. Hell, he didn't even know, if they were still standing beside him.
„Starlord."
One barely-breathed word, spoken in a tone so deeply and definitely more controlled than he was, and his world began to spin. A light gasp found its way over his lips.
What was the reason they came here?
„What are you waiting for, Quill?" A distant voice reached his ears. „Kill that bastard!"
What …
That was the moment he realized he was holding a weapon. A construction built by Rocket.
What was he supposed to do with it?
„Peter!"
He blinked in confusion and was unable to turn his gaze away from this monster.
Time stood still, seconds passed by. Peter could hear his own constant – and maybe a little to fast - heartbeat and asked himself whether it was because of his nervousness or the fact that he had forgotten what to do.
Did the others even noticed it?
His hands started to tremble and he could barely hold the weapon straight.
The entire attention was focused on him.
„Afraid?" Again, this deep voice of his opponent. He was mocking him.
Amusement.
He blinked once more as his vision began to blurr and he felt dizzy. His knees nearly gave away. The weapon glided from his fingers and he closed his eyes … waited for the sound of an impact.
No such thing happened.
He registered some movements and his eyes flew open again. Everything went so damn fast.
Gamora tried instinctively to get a hold unto the weapon while Groot and Drax where heading towards Ronan.
Where they crazy?
The only thought Peter was able to gather was how wrong everything went from the beginning.
Now even Ronan stirred, the hammer raised above his head for a devastating action and before anyone could react he sent them flying.
His back collided with the stone-like stairsteps behind him and the air was pushed out if his lungs.
A sharp pain crawled trough his whole body and everything went black for a single moment.
Gamora landed on Drax but Groot was completely out of sight.
The chance of victory was wasted, simply lost.
„Dammit ..." he coughed and tried to push himself up by the help of his elbows but stopped in motion as he heard footsteps.
Ronan was coming up to him, still starring.
„The Guardians of the Galaxy.", mocked the monster and his gaze was disappointed. „A bunch of losers."