Guardians of the Galaxy

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Last Man Standing

Chapter 2

(Peter)

Quill grabbed Goddard, who he thought was unconscious until he snatched his shirt and tossed him across the room. Rocket turned around and fired his gun, but Goddard seemed to absorb the energy blast. Peter clambered back to his feet and shot his blasters, which also dissolved into his armor.

"Not fair." He said shaking his head. Goddard turned towards him.

"You fool!"

"I get that a lot."

"You have doomed your friends to death!"

"Of course I did." Peter muttered back, but he was just really distracting him while Rocket grabbed the gizmo he had been assembling on the ship and activated it. The metal cube glowed blue and shot a fiery blast out of it. The blast hit Goddard knocking him back into Quill. Star Lord got smashed between the wall and the nearly 400 pound man.

"Great!" He wheezed, struggling to breathe with all the weight.

"Quill, you alright back there?" Rocket said, powering down his cube.

"Sorta. . ." He gasped, "Just get him off!"

"Okay just wait!" Rocket scrambled to his side, and with the two of them pushing they managed to get Goddard off of him.

"Thanks." Peter mumbled and got to his feet. His ribs ached so bad it made him want to scream, but he held it in and looked at Rocket.

"Now what?" He asked gazing down at Goddard, who somehow was still breathing.

"We need to get Gamora and Groot back." Replied Rocket, "Oh can you go get the Milano?"

"Heheh, about that. I never actually got the fuel."

Rocket just rolled his eyes and cussed.

"I'll get to that though, like right now."

"Just go Quill, I can handle this moron by myself, but hurry up I can't use my cube again."

"Right, more running."

Running in general wasn't his favorite thing to do, running with a few cracked ribs just made his day worse. It took him about five minutes longer to get to the Milano, but by the time he reached he was coughing up blood. Peter strolled in and found Drax waiting for him.

"Where have you been?" Peter asked between a few coughs.

"I was retrieving the fuel." Drax stated, showing him the large barrels of fuel by his side.

"Wow, good timing! And hurry up and fill the tank, we've got ourselves a bad guy to wheel in."

Star Lord steered the Milano to the closet spot he could find to the Bridges Peak. Drax was the first to get off followed by coughing Peter.

"Hey Drax! Over here!" Quill heard Rocket shouting from the bar. Peter stumbled along and watched Drax pick up Goddard and drag him over to the ship with Rocket padding by his side.

"Wow that was faster then I thought!" Rocket exclaimed, Peter just gave him a weak smile and said nothing.

Once they were all inside, Quill shut the door and started the thrusters. The Milano blasted off and after a few minutes a com message came in, Peter answered it and was surprised by who was on the other side.

"Gamora." He breathed seeing her face on the screen seemed to make his strength return.

"Quill, no need to worry. Groot and I escaped Goddard's guardsmen and we're waiting for you by the parking."

"Thank goodness! Hey we're on our way now, it'll just be a few minutes. See-ya then."

The transmission between the two ended and Peter sighed in relief. Rocket then climbed up the ladder and popped his head up.

"Who the hell are you talking to Quill? Don't tell me you're going crazy?"

"No I'm not going crazy. And I was just talking to Gamora, she says they escaped." Rocket flattened his ears at the word 'escaped'.

"Quill you sure it isn't a trap? I mean seriously, it isn't that easy just to escape imprisonment." Star Lord thought about for a few seconds.

"Then what can we do?" He asked, running his fingers through his hair.

"Actually, I got a plan." Peter said, an evil smile forming on his lips.

"Great, how cute. You're copying me again!"

(Gamora)

Gamora gave Groot a few glances, the two of them waited for the Milano to arrive. It seemed to take forever until it finally landed in the landing spot, but hell, it got there didn't it? Gamora walked up to the door and it opened. She peeked inside but no one was there.

"Huh . . . where are they?"

"I am Groot!" Groot squeaked from his pot.

A few seconds later Quill stumbled down the ramp, his face was looking a bit paler then usual and he clutched his side.

"Quill! There you are. I thought for a second you weren't going to show." Peter pushed past her and scanned the area.

"No one followed us, in case if that's what you're wondering." Star Lord gave her a suspicious look and then scanned Groot over.

"Peter seriously, look whose acting paranoid now." Quill sighed to himself and strolled over to her. The two stared into each other's eyes. Quill was about to say something when she hugged him. Peter acted surprised for moment but then he gave in and hugged her back.

Gamora let go of him when he started to cough. The cough sounded deep and harsh, he covered his mouth with his hands and when his fit of coughs was done, he slid his hands into his pockets.

"Quill, I'm assuming there's no punks hiding in the bushes are there?" Rocket said sneaking around the side.

"Yeah, no bad guys. . ." Peter mumbled. Drax appeared behind Rocket.

"What did you guys expect?"

"Well me being my paranoid self, I assumed that it was a trap and I made an entire plan. But now it seems pretty pointless since you're not being watched." As soon as Quill closed his mouth, a loud rumbling sound came from behind. Quill, Rocket and Drax turned around to face it. Rocket and Quill pulled their guns out. But the last thing they expected popped out.

"Delivery!" A man shouted from his vehicle and continued to the ship.

"You got to be jo-" Peter was about to finish his sentence when he started to cough again, blood sprayed across his already stained hands.

"Quill you okay?" She asked, bending over him.

"Yeah, I'm f-fine." Quill muttered, pushing away her helping hand.

"Set it down right there." Rocket ordered to the delivery man.

"You sure you don't want me to bring it inside?"

"I'm pretty sure." Rocket snapped. The delivery man decided this should be his fastest load he has ever dropped off in his life.

Quill continued to cough for a few moments, but Gamora was already scooping up Groot. She carried him inside and placed him in the kitchen. Gamora waited on her bed and soon enough Drax, Rocket and followed slowly by Quill walked inside with large crates of food in their hands. They dropped it off in the storage room and place one in the kitchen to be unloaded.

"I'll fly." Peter mumbled but instead of climbing up the ladder he crouched down and started to cough again. Drax stood over him and patted his back for a moment.

"Are you well?" Drax asked him scanning his body for any physical injuries.

"Really, I'm fine." Peter said wiping the blood from his lips. "Don't worry, I'll fly." She said pushing past the boys. Gamora climbed up the steps and sat in the pilot chair.

(Peter)

His sides burned like hell as he stood up. Drax placed a hand on his shoulder and gave him a stern look.

"Really, I'm good."

"Does your species usually cough up their own blood?" Drax questioned not letting go of eye contact.

"Well not usually, but sometimes. But don't worry, I'll be fine, just give me a day." And with that, Peter walked around Drax and grabbed his Walkman and turned it on. It played Come and Get Your Love by Redbone. He relaxed a bit and closed his eyes. Soon he drifted into a deep sleep.

Peter woke up by Rocket slapping him in the face.

"Wha . . .?"

"Quill you idiot, did you forget that we have Goddard in our closet?"

"What? Uhh no. Why?"

"Because Gamora isn't taking us to Nova Prime and she refuses to talk to me."

"I didn't tell her to go anywhere. And how long was I out?"

"Huh? Oh, like two seconds dude."

Star Lord cursed and turned off his music and got to his feet.

"Gamora what the hell are you doing?" He demanded as he reached the control room. Gamora just rolled her eyes at him and stood up.

"You do realize you're going the wrong way? Xandar is in the opposite direction."

Swiftly, Gamora snatched Quill's throat and squeezed the living daylights out of him. Exhausted and wounded, it was hard for Peter to overcome her but as soon as he got out of her death grip, she kicked him in the head. He tumbled over to the side, his vision turning black. The last thing he remembered was a large black boot swinging straight for his head.

(Drax)

Drax was down in the kitchen, storing the food he wasn't eating at the moment (which was only half the crate). A loud thud and bang distracted him of his job. The sound was coming from the cockpit. Drax stood at the bottom of the ladder and looked up.

"Is everything okay up there?" He called but no one answered.

"Don't make me come up there!" He said, that's when Gamora's head popped over.

"No, it's not okay. Peter started coughing when he slipped and hit his head!"

"What do you want me to do?" He asked Gamora, she thought about it for a second.

"Get Rocket. Quickly!"

Drax turned around to search for Rocket, which he wasn't very hard to find since he was standing right behind him.

"Gamora needs you." He told him, Rocket just nodded and scampered up the ladder.

"Dear god! What did he do this time?" Rocket exclaimed loudly. The only thing that could be heard from Peter was a painful moan.

(Rocket)

Rocket was tinkering with his gadget when he overheard Drax and Gamora talking.

"Is everything okay up there?" Drax said, but no one replied.

"Don't make me come up there!" Drax's deep voice sounded threatening.

"No, it's not okay. Peter started coughing when he slipped and hit his head!" Gamora shouted back.

"What do you want me to do?" Drax asked Gamora.

"Get Rocket. Quickly!" When he heard Gamora say his name he got up from his bed and walked up beside Drax. When Drax turned around to find Rocket, he seemed surprised when he found him at his feet.

"Gamora needs you." Drax told him. Rocket walked past Drax and climbed up the metal ladder. When he reached the top, his feet hit a pool of blood.

"Dear god! What did he do this time?" Rocket gasped and rushed to his friend's side. Peter moaned in pain but he wasn't conscious.

"Gamora hurry and get the medical kit." He ordered and she rushed down the ladder and ran off.

"It's gonna be alright Quill, just uh, hang on."

Rocket ripped some of Quill's shirt and wrapped the cloth around his bleeding head.

Peter opened his eyes, "Rocket . . .?"

"Yeah you moron it's me. What happened?" He asked, gently laying his head back down.

"Ga-mora. . ." Peter shuddered.

"Yeah she's here, she's getting the medical kit. And hell, she's taking her time."

"Gamora." Quill groaned again, Rocket thought about it for a moment, but before he could piece the puzzle together the lights went out.

"Crap. . ." Rocket turned around and before he could pull his gun out, Gamora kicked him in the head.

(Drax)

Drax was sharpening his blade when the lights went out. Immediately he stopped what he was doing and brought the blade by his side. Thumping and rattling came from the closet that Goddard was being kept in. Drax ignored him and continued towards the cockpit. But when the closet door burst open and Goddard stepped out, Drax turned around sharply. Goddard glowed a crimson red, lighting the space around and a devilish smile crawled onto his face.

Drax was the first to strike, bringing his blade down hard, but Goddard dodged it easily by stepping to the side. Drax kicked his right leg out and Goddard grabbed his foot and twisted it, making Drax full over. Drax then spun his feet around, sweeping Goddard off of his feet.

Drax got to his feet first and he stepped on Goddard's chest, pushing the air out of him. Goddard struggled with the weight, but when Drax tried to slice him with his blade, he deflected it with his gauntlet.

Drax then felt his foot being lifted up by Goddard. Drax stepped off of him and leaped over Goddard's swinging legs. He swung his blade like a baseball bat, hitting Goddard in the side as he was standing up. It knocked the air out of him and he stumbled backwards. Drax then kicked him in the chest and he crashed into the wall.

Goddard seemed to recover from the blows rather quickly because before Drax could finish him off, he was already up on his feet. Drax grinned, pleased with the hard battle. Drax swung for another side blow but Goddard grabbed his wrist in mid swing and twisted, making his hand go the wrong way. Drax's wrist crack under the extreme pressure and he dropped the blade.

The fight changed into hand to hand combat. With his right fist he aimed for his side, Goddard deflected his blow and aimed quickly for his head. Drax didn't react fast enough and got a fist to the face, making his nose bleed. Drax then kicked Goddard's knee that gave out and he was vulnerable for a split second. Drax took his chance and came up with a knee to the face.

Goddard stumbled back into the wall, but he used the momentum of his fall to swing both legs up while his back was pressed against the wall. Goddard's feet caught Drax by his chin, making him bite his tongue.

A thud made both men turn their heads over. Gamora had jumped down from the cockpit, crimson red was stained unto her once all black boots. Unfortunately for Drax, Goddard took advantage of the distraction and punched Drax, sending him flying into the opposite wall.

Gamora stood back and watched as Drax stumbled back onto his feet. Goddard kneed him in the gut and he keeled over, Goddard then kneed him in the head causing his upper body to rise up. He then dealt the finishing blow by doing a high kick into the side of the head. Drax fell backwards and his vision went black.

(Goddard)

Goddard sighed in relief, if it wasn't for brainwashed Gamora, he would have been dead. The blast he had taken from the first battle really rattled his system. But he was fine now, and now that he had the Guardians as hostages, he knew he could take over Xandar.

"Gamora, set course for Xandar."

"But sir, we must see Acastus first."

"I do not care about that fool, if he wanted to rule the galaxy then he should have defeated the Guardians himself." stated Goddard.

"Now, do I have to repeat myself?"

"No sir, I'll set the course now."

"Good, and when you're down, tie these idiots up and lock them away. I'm not quite done with them yet."

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