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Kat's POV

We were all taken to the Kyln which was a High Security Prison. This would just be my luck. "I guess most of Nova Corps wanna uphold the laws, but these ones here, they're corrupt and cruel. But, hey, that's not my problem. I ain't gonna be here long. I've escaped 22 prisons, this one's no different. You both are lucky the broad showed up, because otherwise, me and Groot would be collecting that bounty right now, and you'd be getting drawn and quartered by Yondu and those Ravagers." Rocket said to Peter and I.

"We've had a lot of folks try to kill us over the years." Peter said.

"We're not about to be brought down by a tree and a talking raccoon." I said, finishing the sentence.

"You know I love it when you and I are on the same page." Peter said, grinning at me. I just smiled and rolled my eyes.

"What do you expect after spending 20 years being friends." I said.

"Hold." The guard said.

"What's a raccoon?" Rocket asked. I looked at him in shock. He didn't know what he was?

"What's a raccoon?" Peter exclaimed. "It's what you are, stupid." He answered. Did he have to be that harsh? I elbowed him in the gut and Peter winced and gave me a look that said why. I just rolled my eyes and continued forward.

"Ain't no thing like me, except me." Rocket said as we were led to our cell.

"So, this orb has a real shiny blue suitcase, Ark of the Covenant, Maltese Falcon sort of vibe. What is it?" Peter asked to Gamora, changing the subject.

"I am Groot." Groot answered.

"So what?" Peter shot at Groot.

"What's the orb?" I asked this go around.

"I have no words for honorless thieves." Gamora said not even looking at us. Bitch.

"Pretty high and mighty, coming from the lackey of a genocidal maniac." Rocket shot and Gamora looked at Rocket. "Yeah, I know who you are. Anyone who's anyone knows who you are."

"Yeah, we know who you are." Peter shot. I sighed, no we didn't. "Who is she?" He asked lowly to Groot who gave his usual answer. "Yeah, you said that."

"I wasn't retrieving the orb for Ronan, I was betraying him. I had an agreement to sell it to a third party." Gamora said.

"I am Groot."

"Well, that's just as fascinating as the first 89 times you told us that. What is wrong with Giving Tree, here?" Peter asked.

"Well, he don't know talking good like me and you. So his vocabulistics is limited to 'I' and 'am' and 'Groot'. Exclusively in that order." Rocket answered.

"I tell you what, that's gonna wear real thin, real fast." Peter said. As we passed a room where our belongings were in, Peter stopped when he saw they were messing with his Walkman. Well, that wasn't good. "Hey!" Peter yelled as he rushed through the door before I could stop him. "Listen to me, you big blue bastard. Take those headphones off. That's mine. Those belong to impound. That tape and that player is mine!" After that, the guard electrocuted Peter and he fell to the floor and said, "Hooked on a Feeling, Blue Swede, 1973. That song belongs to me!" Before he got hit. I flinched at the impact.

We were soon led through what appeared to be the cafeteria area. Soon, all the prisoners began to threaten Gamora and began having stuff thrown at her. "It's like I said, she's got a rep. A lot of prisoners here have lost their families to Ronan and his goons. She'll last a day, tops." Rocket explained.

"The guards will protect her though, right?" I asked, a little worried.

"They're here to stop us from getting out. They don't care what we do to each other inside." Rocket answered. Well, that was comforting.

"Whatever nightmares the future holds, are dreams compared to what's behind me." Gamora said and I felt for her a little bit. Only a little though, after all, she did try to kill Peter and take the orb from us.

Suddenly, a tall, blue, muscular, creature appeared before me and Peter. Surprisingly, the dude went after Peter and not me. "Check out the new meat. I'm gonna slather you up in Gunavian jelly, and go to town..." Before the creature could finish and I wouldn't kill someone, Groot poked his roots up into Prisoner's nostrils and lifted him while he yelled. That had to hurt but it serves him right for touching my man.

"Let's make something clear. These two here is our booty!" Rocket yelled, referring to me and Peter. "You wanna get to them, you go through us! Or, more accurately, we go through you." Rocket warned. Groot then dropped the dude and he held his nose in pain. Peter and I just looked at the alien and each other before Peter said, "We're with them." Peter stepped over him while I went around him but then stopped. I looked back down at the guy. "Kat?" I heard Peter ask. I then glared at the dude and quickly kicked him hard in the head, making him black out.

"Nobody touches my man and gets away with it." I muttered and continued to follow the others. Peter gave me a smirk and said, "You know, you look hot when you get protective of me." I rolled my eyes but smiled.

Once we had our stuff put up, this was a chance for me and Peter to be alone. "So, do you think we'll get out of here?" I asked, curious but a little worried. If Kraglin wasn't already worried, he'd be having a panic attack if he found out I was in prison, at the Kyln no less.

"Hey, don't worry. We'll find a way out of here. Come on, we've been in tougher situations before." Peter said and I sighed and nodded. "Hey, look at me." Peter said, placing his hand on my cheeks and lifting my head. He leaned down and kissed me. "I promise you, we'll get out of here."

"All right." I said, giving in and smiling. How the hell have I ever gotten anywhere without this man? He had become my rock ever since we were younger and I was glad to have him as mine.

It was soon time for lights out and we laid down before the other prisoners could come in. I made sure I was laying with Peter. I refused to sleep anywhere else. Soon, everyone was out like a light, except for me and Peter. I just leaned my head on his chest as he stroked my arm lovingly. We both suddenly heard voices and we looked at the doorway and saw some prisoners had gotten a hold of Gamora.

"Take her down to the showers. It'll be easier to clean up the blood down there." A prisoner with a knife threatened. They then drug Gamora downstairs. Peter and I looked at each other before getting up and slowly following behind. I heard Rocket's voice but didn't reply. We followed them down to the showering area before they pinned her to the wall. "Gamora, consider this a death sentence for your crimes against the galaxy." The prisoner with the knife said.

"You dare?! You know who I am, yes?" Another voice chimed in. We looked and saw a muscular alien with red tribal designs going all over his body.

"You're Drax. The Destroyer." The prisoner said in fear.

Peter was about to move forward but Rocket and I stopped him. This was not the right time to get involved. We needed to wait it out a little longer.

"And you know why they call me this." Drax said as he moved forward, the prisoner stepping back while answering, "You slayed dozens of Ronan's minions."

"Ronan murdered my wife, Ovette, and my daughter, Camaria. He slaughtered them where they stood. And he laughed!" Drax said angrily. Damn, no wonder this guy wanted revenge. I don't blame him one bit. "Her life is not yours to take. He killed my family. I shall kill one of his in return." Drax said.

"Of course, Drax. Here, I..." The prisoner said, offering him his knife, which Drax took. Peter then went forward and I groaned softly.

"Quill! What are you doing?!" Rocket whispered, yelled.

"Being an idiot, that's what." I answered and moved forward as well. If Peter wasn't gonna stay back, no reason for me to.

"I'm no family to Ronan or Thanos. I'm your only hope at stopping him." Gamora said after being silent the whole time.

"Woman, your words mean nothing to me!" Drax yelled, holding the knife to Gamora's neck. Peter then interrupted by saying, "Hey! Hey, hey, hey! Hey!"

"Crap." Rocket said in defeat.

I stood by Peter's side and said, "If killing Ronan is truly your sole purpose, I don't think this is the best way to go about it." I suggested, hoping to start defusing the situation.

Drax then looked at Peter and said, "Are you not the man this wench attempted to kill?"

"Well, I mean, she's hardly the first woman to try and do that to me. Look, this," Peter said while holding the side of his shirt, showing an old scar, "is from a smoking-hot Rajak girl, no offense, babe." He looked at me and I shrugged, I wasn't dating him at the time though. "Stabbed me with a fork. Didn't like me skipping out on her at sunrise." I remembered that one, guess who had to patch him and make sure the wound wouldn't get infected. "I got, right here," he started again, pulling the collar of his shirt down showing another scar, "Kree girl tried to rip out my thorax. She caught me with this skinny little A'askavariian who worked in Nova Records." I remembered that as well cause guess who killed the Kree girl? "I was trying to get information. You ever see a A'askavariian? They have tentacles, and needles for teeth. If you think I'm seriously interested in that, then..." he trailed off when Drax and all of us just stared at him. "...you don't care."

"Here's the point," I started, taking over to keep Peter from rambling. "She betrayed Ronan. He's coming back for her. And when he does, that's when you..." I trailed off, making a slicing throat motion with my finger. Drax gave me a weird look.

"Why would I put my finger on his throat?" Drax asked. I looked in disbelief as I said, "What?"

"No, it's a symbol. This is a symbol for you slicing his throat." Peter explained. I swear, I don't know if I wanted to laugh or bang my head against a wall. Like seriously.

"I would not slice his throat. I would cut his head clean off." Drax replied. And I decided, I'm gonna bang my head against the wall.

"It's a general expression for you killing somebody. You've heard this. You've seen this, right?" Peter asked, looking at the prisoner while doing the motion. The prisoner nodded yes. "Everyone knows." Peter added, but when Drax looked at the prisoner, he changed his mind saying no. That little coward.

"What we're saying is, you want to keep her alive. Don't do his work for him." I finished, hoping he would take the offer. I know why Peter wants to keep her alive. She was the only shot at us getting rich with this buyer she was associating with. Drax thought for a moment before releasing her. She fell to the floor as Drax looked at the knife.

"I like your knife. I'm keeping it." Drax said as he left. I walked over to Gamora and offered her my hand, but she just stood up and avoided me. You're welcome. Peter, Rocket and I followed behind Gamora. It was time we had a talk.

"Listen! We could care less whether you live or whether you die." Peter yelled at her.

She stopped and turned around before saying, "Then why stop the big guy?"

"Simple, you know where to sell our Orb." I answered this go around.

"How are we gonna sell it when we and it are still here?" Gamora asked, annoyed and irritated.

"My friend, Rocket here, has escaped 22 prisons." Peter said, acting proud. I just rolled my eyes but found it amusing.

"We're getting out. And then we're headed straight to Yondu to retrieve your bounty." Rocket explained, looking at us. How much did Yondu have on our heads?

"How much was your buyer willing to pay you for our Orb?" I asked, out of curiosity.

"Four billion units." Gamora answered and all of us went silent for a moment.

"What?!" "Holy shit!" "No way!" We all exclaimed. Rocket, Peter, and I in the exact order.

"That Orb is my opportunity to get away from Thanos and Ronan. If you free us, I'll lead you to the buyer directly and I'll split the profit between the four of us." Gamora offered.

"I am Groot." Groot said as he finally arrived to the conversation.

"Five of us." Rocket countered. "Asleep for the danger, awake for the money, as per frickin' usual." Rocket said.

"Keep it at four." I said. Peter and the others looked at me. "I mean, Peter and I are together and we travel together anyway. He and I can always share it like we usually do. I don't mind." I explained.

"You sure, babe?" Peter asked and I nodded.

"I'm sure." I answered. Now we just needed a plan to get out of here first.