Hey Guys! I'm back! Hope you like this chapter; I had to hurry this one up because my whole schedule has been crazy and then the site wouldn't work so I couldn't upload on Monday or Tuesday but here it is! Enjoy!

*I do not own any of these characters, only my OC Azaria.*

"So, you think up of how we're gonna get out of this place yet?" Azaria asks Rocket as they sit down in their little corner of the room. They were in a large cell, and it looked like almost half of the prison was going to sleep in it. Groot leaned up against the wall and formed a small sort of nest in which Azaria was now laying in.

Rocket looked around to make sure no one heard him or was ease dropping and answered "Yeah. You see that watchtower out there?" he asked pointing outside. Azaria and Groot turn and look through the cell bars. They nod after seeing the tall structure and Rocket continues.

"Well on the side of it, there's this little box with a yellow blinking light. I'll show you tomorrow. Anyways, inside it is a quarnyx battery. I need it because I'm gonna use it to get into the watchtower."

"Ok. Good plan. But how is a battery going to help us get in? We're going to need something else." Azaria said.

"That's my problem. I still gotta work that part out. I still don't know what we could use." Rocket said, running a paw through his fur while he sighed.

Azaria laid her head back and thought about the situation. Seconds later her face lit up and she exclaimed "I got it!"

Rocket jumped slightly and looked over to her. "Alright, what is it? Just keep it down."

Azaria smiled sheepishly "Sorry. I just remembered that the guards use security bands on their arms to control all of the doors in this place. I noticed it when the guards took us to get cleaned up. We could connect that to the battery to break in."

Rocket looked impressed "Yeah. You're right. Nice job sweetheart."

Azaria smiled proudly, happy to have helped him, making Rocket smirk. It amazed him how different they could be personality wise. She was mostly always happy, except when he got her mad. Rocket smiled at that. He loved it when she got mad. Sure it scared him half to death but he liked the thought that she could take care of herself, though he still liked to worry about her even if he could end up hurting her himself what with his trigger happy attitude.

'That's another thing' he thought as the trio settled down for sleep. Azaria was mostly calm and really thought things through, unlike how he would just think up of something on the spot. She kept him in check, most of the time.

"Come on bud. Let's get some shut eye. I'm burned out." Azaria said and Rocket climbed on top of her, curling up on her stomach.

Azaria smiled and placed a hand on the soft fur on his head, emitting a purr from Rocket. Only minutes later he fell asleep, his breathing a steady rhythm.

The feeling of something rough on his back took him out from his sleeping. The hair on the side of his face was matted down and it stuck out in weird directions. Rocket quickly fixed his hair and finally noticed something was different. Azaria wasn't there. He looked around the room for her and saw her quickly turning a corner, clearly following someone.

Rocket frowned and hastily followed her.

"Azaria! Azaria hold up!" he whispered to her after catching up. She turned around and slowed down so she was now next to him.

"What are you doing?!" Rocket asked his voice rising slightly "Someone could have seen you! Why are you up anyways?"

"Because Quill got up so I decided to follow him. We can't risk him getting hurt or we lose the bounty. Besides calm down! No one saw me so don't worry." Azaria told him whispering as well.

Rocket frowned. She was right about Quill but he still didn't like that she just got up and went around the prison by herself. Before he could retort, they heard Quill speak up and they both turned to attention.

"Hey! Hey, hey, hey. Hey!" Peter suddenly interrupted whatever conversation the inamtes hurting Gamora were having.

"Oh, crap." Rocket whispered knowing there was no way out now.

"You know, if killing Ronan is truly sole purpose, I don't think this is the best way to go about it." Peter said holding his hands in front of him. He was talking to a large muscular man with red tattoos all over his body and he currently held a knife to Gamora's throat.

"Are you not the man this wench attempted to kill?" the man asked Peter, his voice rough.

"Well, I mean, she's hardly the first woman to try and do that to me." Peter replied, pulling up his shirt to show three scars on his abdomen. "This is from a smokin' hot Rajak girl. Stabbed me with a fork. Didn't like me skipping out on her at sunrise."

Peter fixed his shirt and pulled down the collar of it, showing once again a scar. " I got, right here, a Kree girl tried to rip out my thorax. She caught me this skinny A'askavariian girl who worked at Nova Records, I was trying to get information. I mean have you seen an A'askavariian? They have tentacles and needles for teeth. If you think I'm seriously interested in that, then- and you don't care." Peter cut himself off after seeing the man clearly didn't look amused.

"I know I've seen that guy before." Azaria whispered to Rocket who nodded.

"Yeah. That's Drax the Destroyer." He said and Azaria was about to exclaim but stopped herself knowing they'd get the man's attention.

"But here's the point," Peter said talking again "She betrayed Ronan. He's coming back for her. And when he does, that's when you…" he trailed off as he put a finger to his throat and sliding it across, symbolizing a knife.

Drax on the other hand looked extremely confused. "Why would I put my finger on his throat?"

"What? Oh, this is a symbol. This is a symbol for you slicing his throat." Peter explained.

"I would not slice his throat. I would cut his head clean off." Drax said a look of anger and determination crossed his face.

Peter sighed, exasperated "It's just a general expression for you killing somebody. You've heard of this. You've seen this, right?" he asked the squeamish looking guy who stood behind Drax. "You know what this is."

The guy nodded but when Drax turned to him, he quickly shook his head muttering no to him.

"Kiss ass." Azaria muttered under her breath making Rocket cover his mouth to keep from laughing.

Peter rolled his eyes "What I'm saying is, you want to keep her alive. Don't do his work for him."

Drax thought about what he had said, looking at Gamora. Eventually, he let Gamora go and Peter finally walked back with Rocket and Azaria.

"You idiot!" Azaria slapped Peter in the back of the head "why did you do that!"

"I was trying to help." Peter said as he rubbed his head.

"She's right. Why would you care about what happens to me? I tried to kill you." Gamora said to him.

"Listen, I could care less whether you live or whether you die." Peter replied reaching their cell.

Gamora turned to look at Peter, standing in front of him. "Then why stop the big guy?"

Peter smiled "Simple. You know where to sell my orb."

"How are we going to sell the orb when we and it are still here?" Gamora said sighing

Peter, still smiling, turned to Rocket "My friend Rocket, here, has escaped 22 prisons."

"Oh, we're gettin' out. And then we're headed straight to Yondu to retrieve your bounty." Rocket said

Azaria rolled her eyes but smiled anyways "So, how much was your buyer willing to pay for that orb?"

Gamora looked hesitant to reveal the information "…5 billion units."

"Holy shit!" Peter exclaimed

"What!" Rocket and Azaria said in unison, Rocket doing a double take.

Gamora nodded, knowing it was a lot of money. "That orb is my opportunity to get away from Thanos and Ronan." She said. "If you free us, I'll lead you to the buyer directly and I'll split the profit between the four of us."

They all seemed to like the sound of the idea. 5 billion units definitely was a lot of money so how could you say no to that.

"I am Groot."

The group turned to look at Groot who was looking through the bars of their cell, appearing curious.

"Five of us." Rocket corrected, rolling his eyes and turned to look at Groot. "Asleep for the danger and awake for the money, as per frickin' usual."

Azaria giggled when Groot threw Rocket a glare.

"Well, that being settled, I think we should head back to sleep. We're gonna need it." Peter said sighing.

The rest of them nodded and went back into their cells, knowing tomorrow would get very interesting.

Even after it seemed everyone was asleep, Rocket stared up at the ceiling, his mind swimming with thoughts.

'Stupid Quill. Why would he promise that psycho to come with us? He could be fine one minute, but the next he could be slicing all of our throats!'

He frowned. Rocket knew those thoughts didn't really bother him so much. What bothered him was that he didn't like that Azaria was going to be on the same ship as Drax. He knew that guy would cause a lot of trouble and possibly get them all killed. He didn't care as much if he died, but Azaria? No way. He promised himself he would never let that happen. She saved his life all those years ago, risked her own for his and he swore he would do everything to keep her alive. But there was no way he would tell her that. Rocket smiled. She definitely wouldn't like that. She'd probably get pissed at him for worrying too much about her.

The smile on his face fell once a thought occurred to him. He was thinking about Azaria way too much.

'I need to stop if I really don't want this to be a problem.' He thought. 'I really don't want to have feelings for Azaria. It would only turn out bad. I mean, why would she even look at me like that.'

Rocket sighed 'I'm just a little freak. There's no way she would think of me that way.' And with that thought, he felt his eyes slowly close and sleep finally washed over him.

"Ugh, no offence to Groot but I would have rather have slept on the floor. I felt like a freakin' knife was in my back all night." Rocket groaned as he and Azaria walked over to Peter and Gamora, Groot following behind them.

Azaria laughed. "Well he is a tree so it's not really his fault."

"You're one to talk. You got all the comfortable space." Rocket continued, giving her a glare making her laugh even more.

"So what's your plan huh?" Peter asked when they reached the rest of their group.

"Ok, so if we're gonna get out of here, we're gonna need to get into that watchtower. And to do that, I'm gonna need a few things. The guards wear security bands to control their ins and outs. I need one." Rocket said as they walked to a table to sit at.

"Leave it to me." Gamora said to him, nodding.

"That dude there," Rocket pointed to a man that walked past them. "I need his prosthetic leg." He finished, keeping in a snicker. Azaria rolled her eyes, but kept her mouth shut. It would be pretty funny.

"His leg?" Peter asked, confused.

"Yeah. God knows I don't need the rest of him. Look at him, he's useless." Rocket said.

Peter shrugged, giving in. "Alright."

"And finally on that wall back there is a black panel, blinky yellow light. You see it?" Rocket continued.

They all nodded, looking at the watchtower. "There's a quarnyx battery behind it. Purple-ish box, green wires. To get into that watchtower, I definitely need it." Rocket explained.

"How are we supposed to do that?" Gamora asked.

"Well, supposedly, these bald-bodies find you attractive. So maybe you can work out some sort of trade." Rocket suggested to her.

"You must be joking." Gamora said glaring at him.

"No, I really heard they find you attractive." He said completely serious.

"Look its 20 feet up in the air, and it's the most heavily guarded part of the prison. It's impossible to get up there without being seen." Peter pointed out.

As Peter said that, Azaria looked over to the watchtower and her eyes widened slightly. She saw Groot looking at the black panel and ripped off the box, opening it.

"Um, guys?" Azaria said trying to get the groups attention.

"I got a plan and that plan requires a frickin' quarnyx battery, SO FIGURE IT OUT!" Rocket screamed in Peters face, not hearing Azaria, who was still trying to get their attention.

"Can I get back to it?" Rocket asked sarcastically looking at Gamora. "Thanks. Now, this is important. Once the battery is removed, everything is gonna slam into emergency mode. Once we have it, we gotta move quickly, so we definitely need to get that last."

"Guys!" Azaria screamed and they all looked over to her, surprised. "Look."

They turn and see Groot rip out the battery from the black box and the lights in the room flash red, alarms screaming.

"Or we could get it first and improvise." Rocket growled.

"I'll get the arm band." Gamora said quickly getting up.

"Leg." Peter said, getting up as well.

Rocket groaned, annoyed as hell, and pulled at his fur. Azaria smiled and got up patting his shoulder.

"Come on, let's get to work."

Well there you are! Hope you like it. I am going to try and fix any mistakes but I do really want to get this chapter out sooooo, I'll see you guys later! Please review and I hope to you guys are liking this story so far. :D