Peter stared at the ceiling, wide awake. He was surrounded by other prisoners who were fast asleep and snoring away; one of them had an arm wrapped around Peters stomach. He sighed and shifted uncomfortably.

"That looks really uncomfortable." Clint commented.

"It's prison." Rocket said. "What do you expect? A five star hotel? King sized beds?"

"No, of course not." Clint scowled. "I was just saying-"

"Perhaps a kitchen filled with free sweets and sodas." Rocket said sarcastically.

"That wasn't what I meant!" Clint said. "And how do you even know what soda is?"

"You humans just expect everything to be so perfect all the time!" Rocket said. "Y'all a bunch of sissies."

"I… I am not... I do not think… I…" Clint said with a scowl.

"I-I-I am not, I dont!" Rocket mocked. "Speak English, Humie!"

Clint threw his hands in the air in frustration and looked at Quill for help.

"This is actually pretty nice for him." Quill shrugged with a small smirk on his lips.

"Ugh." Clint groaned and glared at Rocket. "You are real lucky that there are children here, rodent."

"Rodent?!" Rocket yelled.

"I'm not a child!" Shuri and Peter said in unison.

"Can we just watch the movie? Please?" Nat sighed.

A loud banging noise outside of the cell caused him to sit up, startled. Peter leaned on his elbows and looked around curiously. He was the only one awake.

"Take her down to the showers," someone laughed. "It'll be easier to clean up the blood down there."

Peter looked outside of the cell to see a group of prisoners and guards dragging a struggling Gamora down the hallway.

Peter leapt to his feet and peered down the hallway. As soon as they were a long distance away from him he slipped out of the cell.

Rocket sat up and glanced around just in time to see Peter leave. The fur on the side of his head was pressed flat and he rubbed his eyes.
"Q-Quill, where you going?" Rockets yawned. Peter payed him no mind and darted down the hall. "Quill? Quill!"

Gamora was shoved against a wall harshly and a knife blade was pressed against her throat.
"Gamora, consider this a death sentence for your crimes against the galaxy." A prisoner said gleefully. He raised his blade in the air to kill her.
"You dare?" Someone shouted. Everyone turned to see Drax standing in the doorway. And he looked angry. A couple of the prisoners ducked away in fear as he approached them. "You know who I am, yes?"

"Aw yeah! Drax to the rescue." Peter cheered.

"I was not there to help." Drax said with a scowl. "I was there too-"

"Spoilers!" Clint yelled and smacked him over the head with a pillow.

"I forgot you had those." Nat said.

Drax paused for a moment and glanced at the pillow on the floor next to him before glaring at Clint menacingly.

"You dare attack me?" Drax growled.

"What? No." Clint said and held his hands up placatingly.

"I dunno." Rocket said to Drax. "I think he attacked you."

"No, I didn't!" Clint said defensively. Drax shoved Clint with one hand and knocked him off his chair.

"You have lost your chair privileges." Drax said and threw the chair across the room. It shattered as soon as it hit the wall.

"My chair!" Clint groaned.

"Most of these chairs have been passed down through my family for generations." T'challa said, extremely annoyed.

"Thats stupid." Drax said.

"No, its history." T'challa argued.

"It is just a chair." Drax said.

"It's just a chair." Shuri agreed.

"It wasn't just a chair." Clint said.

"Thank you, Barton." T'challa said. "See, Barton understands the historical significance of-"

"It was my chair. Now I have nowhere to sit!" Clint groaned. T'challa sighed a long, exasperated sigh.

"You could sit next to Nebula." Peter suggested. Clint glanced at Nebula questiongly. She glared at him and slid a piece of metal against her sword, sharpening it.

"I think I'm good." Clint said.
"You're Drax. The Destroyer," the prisoner who was about to kill Gamora whimpered.

Peter looked around the room cautiously and ducked behind a table.
"Quill!" Rocket hissed quietly from the hallway. Peter ignored him.
"And you know why they call me this?" Drax asked.
"You slayed dozens of Ronan's minions," the prisoner whimpered.
"Ronan murdered my wife, Ovette, and my daughter, Camaria. He slaughtered them where they stood. And he laughed!" Drax yelled at Gamora.

"Thats horrible." Wanda said. "I'm so sorry."

Drax crossed his arms and refused to say anything.

Gamora flinched back involuntarily.
"Quill?" Rocket whispered and pulled on Peter's pants leg.
"Her life is not yours to take. He killed my family. I shall kill one of his in return." Drax growled.

A few people glared at Drax.
"Of course, Drax. Here, I…" The prisoner handed Drax his knife.

Gamora looked down for a moment before grabbing the heads of the prisoners who were holding her down and smashing them together. She kneed the third one in the face before lunging forward. She pulled out two blades and pressed them against Drax and the prisoners throats.

Out in the hall Peter slowly and quietly crept forward. "Quill! What are you doing?" Rocket hissed. He tried to pull Peter back, but Peter swatted his hand away.
"I'm no family to Ronan or Thanos." Gamora said. She stepped back and let her weapons fall to the floor. "I'm your only hope at stopping him."
"Woman, your words mean nothing to me!" Drax shouted and lunged forward. He pinned Gamora against the wall by her throat and raised his knife high over his head...
"Hey! Hey, hey, hey! Hey!" Peter shouted with a hand outstretched. Everyone paused and looked at him.

"You're going to die." Peter said.

"How can he die if he's sitting right there?" Tony asked.

"You said that Dr. Strange couldn't die because he's right here, but he died hundreds of times." Peter said.

"I recall saying that I don't want to talk about that." Dr. Strange said.

"Sorry." Peter said.
"Crap." Rocket sighed.
"You know, if killing Ronan is truly your sole purpose, I don't think this is the best way to go about it." Peter said with his hands in front of him in a non threatening way.
"Are you not the man this wench attempted to kill?" Drax asked.
"Well, I mean, she's hardly the first woman to try and do that to me." Peter laughed humorlessly. He pulled up his shirt and pointed to a scar above his ribcage. "Look, this is from a smoking-hot Rajak girl. Stabbed me with a fork. Didn't like me skipping out on her at sunrise." Then Peter pulled the top of his shirt down and pointed to a scar on his collar bone. "I got, right here, a Kree girl tried to rip out my thorax. She caught me with this skinny little A'askvarii who worked in Nova Records. I was trying to get information. You ever see an Aaskvarian? They have tentacles, and needles for teeth. If you think I'm seriously interested in that, then… then… You don't care." Peter sighed.

"You have issues." Steve said.

"I know." Quill said with a grin.

"That wasn't a compliment." Steve said.

"I know." Quill shrugged. "I just dont care."

"But here's the point. She betrayed Ronan. He's coming back for her. And when he does, that's when you…"

Peter slid his finger across his throat and smirked.
"Why would I put my finger on his throat?" Drax asked with a confused look on his face.

Everyone laughed, except for Drax.
"What? No, it's a symbol. This is a symbol for you slicing his throat." Peter explained and slid his finger across his throat again.
"I would not slice his throat. I would cut his head clean off." Drax said.

"You are really missing the point." Shuri laughed.

"Do not mock me, tiny, pathetic human child." Drax scowled.

"What did you just call me?" Shuri asked, emphasizing each syllable. Her cheerful expression turned to a serious one in less than a second.

"I called you a tiny pathetic human child." Drax said. "Didn't you hear me?"

"Oh, no." T'challa sighed.

"You take that back." Shuri demanded. "Right. Now."

"Uh uh." Drax said and crossed his arms over his chest. Shuri glared at him angrily.

"Take. It. Back." She said.

"No." Drax said.

"Okay." Shuri said calmly with a small nod. Drax looked at her skeptically.

"If I were you I'd take it back." T'Challa said warningly.

"No." Drax repeated.

"Okay. I'll remember that." Shuri said softly. She leaned back in her seat casually and turned back to the television.

"You're doomed." T'Challa said to Drax.
"It's a general expression for you killing somebody. You've heard of this. You've seen this, right?" Peter asked the prisoner next to him. "You know what that is?"
"Yeah. Yeah," the prisoner nodded.
"Everyone knows." Peter smiled. Drax glared at the prisoner.
"No, no," the prisoner shook his head, obviously intimidated by Drax. Peter sighed and let his hands fall to his sides. "What I'm saying is, you want to keep her alive. Don't do his work for him."

Drax glared at Gamora one last time before letting her fall to the ground. She gasped for air and rubbed her neck.
"I like your knife. I'm keeping it." Drax told the prisoner as he left.
"That was my favorite knife," he mumbled.

"You literally wanted to kill each other." Rhodey remarked.

"Yeah? So?" Rocket said.

"Do you still want to kill each other?" Rhodey asked.

"No." Quill, Gamora, Drax, and Mantis all said in unison.

"Yes." Nebula said at the same time.

"I am Groot." Groot said and shrugged.

"Only when Quill plays the same, stupid song over and over and over again." Rocket said. Quill shook his head.

"Listen! I could care less whether you live or whether you die." Peter insisted as he and Gamora walked down the hallway. Rocket was right behind them.
"Then why stop the big guy?" Gamora asked as she paused and faced him.
"Simple. You know where to sell my Orb." Peter shrugged.
"How are we gonna sell it when we and it are still here?" Gamora asked.
"My friend Rocket, here, has escaped 22 prisons." Peter grinned and waved his hand at Rocket.
"Oh, we're getting out. And then we're headed straight to Yondu to retrieve your bounty." Rocket smirked.
"How much was your buyer willing to pay you for my Orb?" Peter asked Gamora. She rubbed the back of her head and refused to make eye contact. She didn't answer for a few moments.
"Four billion units." She mumbled after a moment.

"Holy moly!" Peter gasped.

"How much is a unit worth on Earth?" Vision asked.

"I dont know… I haven't bought anything on Earth for a while." Quill said. "I think one unit is worth one or two American dollars."

"That's like ten billion dollars!" Sam said.

"That's not correct at all." Bruce said.
"What!?" Rocket yelled.
"Holy cow." Peter breathed, wide eyed.
"That Orb is my opportunity to get away from Thanos and Ronan." Gamora said and turned to face Rocket. "If you free us, I'll lead you to the buyer directly and I'll split the profit between the three of us."

"What about Nebula?" Tony asked Gamora. She stiffened slightly. "I mean, if you're trying to escape your a sorry excuse of a father, wouldn't you want to try to take your little sister with you?"

"I am not a maiden in need of defending, Stark." Nebula said.

"Did you even ask her if she wanted to come with you?" Bucky asked. Gamora looked at the ground guiltily and was quiet for a moment.

"No…" Gamora said slowly.

"I dont care, anyway" Nebula said sourly.

"Would you have went with her if she had asked?" Peter asked.

"Hah!" Nebula said. "I had a good thing going. Do you seriously think I'd just leave it?"

'"You're avoiding the question." Shuri said. Nebula scowled.

"Would you have gone with me if I had asked?" Gamora asked.

"What? No!"Nebula said with a scowl. "Of course not. You're crazy!"

"She denied it four times!" Peter said enthusiastically. "That means she's lying!"

"Shut up!" Nebula snapped.
"I am Groot?" Groot asked. They all jumped back in surprise to see Groot looking at them from the other side of iron bars.
"Four of us." Rocket corrected. "Asleep for the danger, awake for the money, as per frickin' usual."

Everyone laughed.

"I am Groot." Groot whined.

"No, they're not laughing at you." Rocket said.

"I am Groot." Groot pouted.

"Oh, dont be so sensitive." Rocket said.

Back on the Kree warship Ronan and Gamora stood in front of a large hologram of The Other.

Loki stiffened slightly and glared at The Other suspiciously.
"You have been betrayed, Ronan." He said in a gravelly voice.
"We know only that she has been captured. Gamora may yet recover the Orb." Ronan said. Nebula looked at the floor sadly.
"No! Our sources within the Kyln say Gamora has her own plans for the Orb." The Other growled. Nebula jerked her head up and looked at the hologram, surprised. "Your partnership with Thanos is at risk. Thanos requires your presence. Now!"

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