(A/n Originally I had this opening up with Rocket and Groot, but I've decided to approach it a different way. It's a bit short but enjoy ( ･ω･)ﾉ

There was a quiet hum. It rattled occasionally like it was trying to clear its aged pipes. There was another subtle creak, one of hinges that desperately needed to be oiled. A person entered the room, they didn't pick up their feet as they walked and shuffled inside, growing closer until until they stood over the beside.

I had been awake ever since the man arrived.

I kept my breathing the same, a stable flow of in and out through my nostrils. I was able to stay calm until the feeling of another's skin brushing mine.

The man was leaning over me, fiddling with a needle that was inserted into my arm. Eyes still closed, my free limb slipped around his neck. As my hold tightened I pulled myself up simultaneously. The stranger let out a choked cry, his hands attempting to pry away the lock around his neck. I violently shook him once and his hands weakly slid up to my face, pushing at my cheeks. As he ran out of oxygen, I wrapped my legs around his bottom half to secure his own as they flailed. Finally, his movement subsided.

I cracked open my eyes and saw an old man that was unknown to me. I let his body fall to the floor where it landed with a thump. With a deep breath, I swung my legs over the side, sitting up. My eyes scanned the room; I was in a ship — not the Milano. Was this a prison cell? After all the last thing I remember…

My hand shot to the top of my head where it gingerly ran over my scalp, finding a small bump. Ronan. A deep scowl formed on my face and I ripped the needle out, discarding it on the floor.

Slowly, my legs stood. They wobbled at first, not used to supporting so much in so long. But I didn't fall over. Cautiously I made my way over to the door, glancing over my shoulder to make sure the man was still unconscious. Satisfied, I hit the panel and opened the door.

The more I saw of the ship the more I began to think it didn't belong to Ronan. It was too dirty for starters, I doubt if The Accuser reigned over this domain he wouldn't stand for a speck of dust. The crew; I had encountered three including the one I had first knocked out. None were Kree.

"Hey! Who are you?!" The sharp call stopped me. I angled my head sideways, seeing a young man aiming his weapon in my direction. My brown eyes scanned him up and down; maybe I could find out where I am with him. As he repeated the question I closed the distance between us in a second. My fingers gripped his collar and raised him off the floor, slamming him back against the wall. The weapon clattered to the floor beneath us and I used a foot to kick it away.

"Look at me." His straying eyes held fear in them, avoiding my gaze. I jerked him forward, bringing him back to the wall hard enough to snap him from his daze. "Look at me." I hissed, enunciating each word. "Where am I and where's my crew?"

The man looked at me bewildered. Then his mouth formed an 'O' as sudden realization dawned on him. "You're part of those idiots that joined us a few days ago?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yes. Where are they?" He looked pointedly at my hold on him. I dropped him promptly.

He looked at me indignantly. "You fit right in crazy chick. Follow me."

I was led down a hall then had some twists and turns until we arrived at a doorway. The man was looking at me expectantly so I nodded at him. "You first." He groaned and grabbed the door handle, flinging it open.

"Happy?" He did a curt wave and left. I didn't pay him any attention, for my eyes were too busy running over the figures in the room.

Everyone was here. Groot, Rocket, Gamora, Quill, and Drax.

"You're all alright." A smile filled my face, breathing a sigh of relief. The last suspicions that I was on Ronan's ship had been expunged.

Rocket guffawed. "Have you seen yourself?"

I was then surrounded by laughter, a request to tell my side of the fight against Ronan, and comfort that I had pulled through.

Rocket sat next to me, his head tilted downwards. He'd grown quiet, withdrawing from the conversation. I gently nudged him. "Hey what's up?" I asked.

His eyes flickered to to mine. "Uh–just glad you're back."

My lips pressed into a frown for I knew when he was lying and this was one of those times. "Rocket…" I pressed.

He groaned running a hand over his ears. "Fine — fine! It's — ever since that casino fight on Knowhere and you got hurt. That was my fault, not Drax's and I never apologized and then I just ignored you–"

"Whoa slow down how is it your fault?"

"I...I made fun of his tattoos. And we were both drunk so it only was worse. I'm sorry about that."

A smile tugged at the corner of my lips. "Sounds like you should say sorry to Drax too."

Rocket looked taken aback. "What?! No way in hell am I saying sorry to that a-hole."

"Eventually."

"No."

A sudden alarm broke the peaceful mood. A man's voice blared over the intercom;

"Why the hell are my men knocked out in the halls?!"

A shared look was sent in my direction. I didn't deny anything.