Music and Moaning in the Morning:

"Good morning, Guardians of the Galaxy!" two highly pitched voices woke up Gamora, Drax, Groot and Rocket inside the Milano with all of them drawing out their weapons as act of anger. It wasn't coming from inside the Milano. It was coming from outside. Very possibly on the top.

"It's Pete!" Peter called out through the large microphone.

"And Teen!" Tina called out after her brother passed her the microphone. "And Orlins!" she lifted up Orlins to the microphone.

"And Meredith!" Peter called out as well as he lifted Meredith up to the microphone. The two creatures did a small cooing roar that sounded happy.

The Quill Twins then called out in the microphone, "In the Mornings!"

Their loud voices made the rest of their team complain. "Leave it to you two irritating Quills to use the microphone at 6:00 in the morning!" Drax retorted. He stalked out the ship and stared darkly up at them "Can't you tell that we're trying to sleep? And that it's not funny!"

"Hey, sis did we just hear Drax, say it's 6 o'clock in the morning?" Peter asked his sister humorously.

"I did, bro. Technically it is 8 o'clock in the morning!" Tina corrected grinningly.

Both twins giggled and sniggered with delight, they loved pranking Drax and teasing him every morning. His groaning and complaining made the two unable to breathe through their laughing.

"You two are a pair of laughing jokers!" Gamora sneered, coming outside to join Drax.

"Come on Gamora! You should try it!" Peter urged playfully.

Gamora growled like mad, sneering with her teeth. Peter flinched back and took a step back.

"You Prank-Twins? Can't you see we need more shut eye?!" Rocket complained bad-temperedly as he exited the ship too. "Look at poor Groot here," he gestured to the little walking-talking tree that resembled their dear friend Groot who given his life for them, had now grown into a baby version of himself from a twig. Groot was growling like a gruffy baby.

"Come on guys!" Tina called down. "Haven't you all had enough sleep? Don't you wanna

"No!" They all moaned down there.

"I know what'll make you guys stay up!" Peter yipped up excitedly. "Music!"

"No!" Their teammates moaned down below to the sound of music playing. But Peter had already started playing the shared gift of Awesome Volume Mix 2 and a pop song started playing. Tina and Peter started dancing around with their Guntrins dancing in tiny sizes on their heads.

"Fox on the Run!" both of them sing.

"You scream and evvvvverybodddy comes!" they wailed out out tune. But they didn't care. They just cared about dancing and singing to keep their teammates awake.

"Stop singing!" Gamora wailed like a banshee but none of them stopped.

"Your singing is terrible and torturous!" Rocket cried, falling onto his knees. Much to disbelief and dander, Groot hopped off his shoulder and started dancing around too. He extended his branch arms and climbed himself up to join the dancing twins with their dancing Guntrins. Tina cheesy smiled when she saw Groot and joined them, so she knelt down and offered an open palm to Groot to hop on. She then lifted up to Orlins so he could ride around on him whilst he pounced about like a magical pixie horse.

It took until the end of the song for the other three to give up ranting at them. Breakfast soup was prepared and after a long lecture of teasing them, Peter and Tina decided to have some private time together on the nearby green lawn, giving the others a chance to calm down. Perhaps they went a bit too far.

They laid down on the grass listening to Awesome Mix Volume 2 together, their Guntrins on their chests, nuzzling their heads into their necks. It was a peaceful hobby that they'd like to do. They were each other's family. Ever since they had become co-leaders of the Guardians of the Galaxy, the gash in their hearts formed since the day their mother died had begun to heal a bit. But that gash had brought them so much pain that they weren't sure how to truly mend. True they had their friends, but it just wasn't the same without their mother.

After they listened to Fox on the Run, Peter noticed that his sister was a little quiet. She hadn't sung to the song like he had or joined in the fun. "You okay sis?" he asked.

"I'm fine,"

He leaned on his side and looked at her intently. "Sis…I know you too well,"

"It's just…" Tina sighed. She let out her troubles. "I can't stop thinking about who our father is,"

"Yeah. Me too," Peter admitted, lying back on the grass. "All our lives we thought he was just some human who left our mum before we were born. And now…to learn that he's something so 'ancient' six months ago? From the Nova Corp? That just makes me feel so unsure about who we truly are,"

"Who do you suppose he is?" Tina asked.

"I don't know. The word 'ancient' doesn't really give a clue,"

"No, it doesn't," he agreed. "If it's anything ancient, it would have to have been something formed at the beginning of the universe,"

Orlins and Meredith noticed their discomfort, so they laid on their chests and in their arms.

"You know bro? Back on Earth when we were kids…I sort of looked up to you as a dad,"

Peter didn't turn to look at her. He just furrowed his eyebrows. "Me? Your own brother? A dad?"

"Well…you always defended me from bullies, you always showed me how to be, you always made me safe…you were always as protective and supportive as any dad would be. But nonetheless you're my brother and we stick together right?"

"Yep. And we have our friends and our Guntrins,"

Gamora watched the two from a distance. She knew that they had been very sensible about who their father was ever since the Battle of Xandar. She often wished there was something she could do to help them – if she could.

Drax and Rocket were enjoying a game of cards betting each other on gold or more bottles of drink. Groot slouched on Rocket's shoulder, leaning his head into the racoon's head.

"You'll need a match for that!" Rocket pointed out as he laid out a set of ones.

"Aww come on!" Drax groaned. "You get the best cards! I think you're not sorting them fairly!"

Rocket feigned a shock. "I am insulted!"

"Really? Then how come I get the worst ones?!" Drax demanded showing with his fingers a fan of card with awful units. "You don't sort them fairly!" he took the purse of gold. "This is not yours to win!"

"Hey! I cheated to win that!" Rocket tried to leap on Drax for the prize but Gamora grabbed him by the ear with a painful grip.

"Enough you two!" she snapped. "You're both behaving like buffoons," She snatched the bag of money from Drax, much to his fury.

"You're both always cheating one another with cards,"

"What are you? The boss of us?" Rocket questioned irritably.

"I am Groot," Baby Groot supported in his language.

"Yes. When Peter and Tina aren't around and when they're too immature to act like proper captains,"

"You're calling us improper captains?" a certain male approached.

Gamora turned and an offended Peter and Tina standing with their arms crossed against their chests.

"I am insulted," Tina ranted, ridiculed by her remark.

Gamora narrowed her eyes at the sight of Orlins and Meredith glaring narrow-eyed at her. "Don't look at me like pets. You two know that there' immature,"

"They are not 'pets' for the thousandth time," Peter irritably pointed out. "And we are not immature,"

"Immature? Says the twins who danced around like childish dorks this morning," Gamora mocked, turning her back on them and stalking back inside the ship.

"We are not childish dorks. This is something we do every morning to music. It's a good form of exercise," Tina attempted to convince.

"Maybe for you two," Gamora said vaguely.

"I for one – cannot stand your horrible singing," Drax stated unimpressively.

Tina dropped her jaw in shock. "You dare insult our singing? We're just having fun! If you tried it, you'd enjoy it a lot more,"

"Well tough! I don't! So no more singing or I destroy that Walkman!"

"We get it! We get it!" Peter interrupted. "No more singing every morning!"

"And no waking us up with your ridiculous macophone," Gamora added in, turing her face towards them again.

"Microphone," Tina correctly with a straight reply with a straight voice. "And 'no waking' you guys up. Got it,"

Before their bickering conversation could continue, they heard the sound of beep beep beep. A device ringing.

The Guardians quickly dashed inside. Peter pressed the button on the screen and the image of a golden girl appeared on the screen.

"Who is this?" Peter inquired.

"This is Lutenist Anya of the Sovereign. The High Priestess Ayesha requires you Guardians to come and defend our planet's sacred batteries from a large space monster called Ablisk,"

"Why would we need to defend your planet's batteries?" Peter asked stupidly, as if he didn't understand what battery meant.

"The Ablisk feeds on them. Whilst it relies on them for food, we rely on them for power. And we cannot risk the lives of our own. Since it you are guardians, it is your duty to protect this galaxy is it not?"

"Yes. But only for money," Rocket interrupted.

"Rocket!" Tina hissed. "Mind your manners,"

"Do it and you shall be gladly rewarded," the messenger promised.

"Alright," Peter answered.

"Tell your high priestess that we are on our way," Tina called. The com shut off.

The Guardians seated down and buckled up.

"Will you let me drive this time bro?" Tina requested.

"Please. Be my guest," Peter offered the seat and Tina took it with a smile.

"Thank you,"

Tina and Peter sat down in the pilot seats and Peter led Tina have sole control. Tina turned the engine on, and the Milano hovered off the planet. With a press of the button, the Milano went zoom…off to Sovereign.

Here i am again on the Quill Twins. Please send out any ideas if you'd like. Hope you enjoy just like number 1. Hope you're all doing well inside home.