Broken

'Easy job, yeah right!' Peter Quill thought to himself as soon as two blue skinned goons hauled him to his feet, which didn't do the headache he was having any favors as his vision spun to prove the fact. Well at least Rocket had managed to get away, now weather or not he'd listened to Peter's order of getting back to the Milano was unknown. He knew the little fur ball hated listening to his orders most of the time. "You know you could've asked nicely." He stated sarcasticly, he couldn't stand getting manhandled by these guys, also didn't helped he'd gotten sucker punched in the face either.

"Where is it!?" The leader grunted tearing apart his knapsack with his sharp teeth in between growling. "Oh yeah that orb thing? Well that may have gotten dropped about two or three hallways back. Hard to hold onto shards of glass, you know you should really teach your goon squad here how to aim better." Peter shrugged with a smirk on his face. In hindsight he really shouldn't be a smartass to guys that literally had an advantage over him, but shutting up in these situations wasn't exactly who he was. Pissing off people was one of his many skills, growing up with Ravagers had certainly made that an easy skill to learn. The leader's face had certainly been hilarious for a minute or two before the large criminal's face contorted into a glare followed by an evil looking smile.

His smirk instantly vanished, he'd seen that look before specifically when one of his solo jobs had gone south. Ended up with him getting stabbed in the gut, and boy had Yondu been mad about that. Said he should've been more careful and not run his mouth so much. Of course he never did find out what happened to the guy who stabbed him either.

"Well then, guess we won't get our money then." The blue skinned leader shrugged standing a good foot taller than Peter, and of course they had to have muscles that would rival Drax too. Really it was just incredibly unfair how unlucky the Guardians of the Galaxy could be at times. At least nobody else had gotten caught as far as he knew, and he didn't doubt this guy would be bragging about catching his friends too. "Well that is too bad, but since we're both unlucky we could just shrug this whole off as bad luck. Now if your friends would be kind enough to let me go I'll be on my way." He spoke with fake kindness asking, though if it actually worked it would be a miracle.

"See, that won't be happening. I'm sure we can find some use for the famous Star-Lord." Which was all the warning Peter had before a quick nod towards the goon holding his right arm tightened its grip and twisted his lower arm hard and fast.

Peter didn't know what registered first the loud crack echoing in his ears or the shooting pain in his arm. All he knew was the attempt to stop the scream of pain that came out of his mouth didn't happen quick enough since the jackass was laughing at him now. "Hmm, guess even a Guardian of the Galaxy is breakable." The leader grinned as he mocked him, and if he didn't currently have a broken arm Peter would gladly wipe that smirk off his face.

"You..know not going to be much use with a broken arm asshole. Besides..you're supposed to have an evil villain speech..first. Have pride in your work." Peter spoke sarcastically, kept talking and tried to ignore the fact his fingers were starting to go numb which was never a good sign.

"Do you ever stop talking?" The thug still holding him still asked, clearly getting annoyed at the Terran's nonsensical statements. "No, not really." Peter stated honestly even though it was getting a bit harder to keep his thoughts straight since the annoying painful feeling in his arm kept coming back in sharp stabs.

"Well I'm sure we can fix that. Just a matter of figuring out how many bones we need to break." The leader smirked looking the Terran over trying to decide what would get the best reaction. Peter's face was slowly morphing into a horrified one every time the evil bastard lingered on one of his limbs too long, and he was clearly enjoying toying with him.

Another single nod, but at least this time Peter braced himself for it enough to bite back another scream as he felt his left wrist suffer the same twisting motion. He would've been calling them some very colorful names if he wasn't essentially holding his breath to stop from letting the bastard know how much pain he was currently in.

"Oh look at that finally silent." The leader spoke and sounded pretty giddy about it smug bastard.

Peter just glared at the criminal and if looks could kill the guy would be dead with how much vemon the Terran's eyes held. Almost as if looks had killed him a loud blast sounded and blew the criminal's arm clean off with a howling yell in response as he fell. The other two fell to the same fate dropping Peter in the process and shit he really couldn't catch himself with a broken right arm, so either falling face first into the floor or using his wrist and hoping it didn't make the break worse.

Luckily he was saved the choice when a furry shoulder broke his fall. "Got ya' Quill." Rocket stated though he voice seemed a little more subdued then normal. "Thought you went back to the ship?" Peter stated a bit confused how his furry teammate was here in the first place.

Rocket rolled his eyes, "You're not the boss of me." He snipped back with a huff. "Think you can walk back? Because short of dragging your ass back to the ship I ain't gonna be getting you back there." Rocket stated hiding his worry behind fake irritation.

"Nah, I can walk just fine." Peter stated standing back up slowly, but at least he hadn't gotten either leg broken, so not the worst day in the grand scheme of things. "Good, hurry up I'm sure everybody's freaking out by now." The shorter male stated ears twitching listening for anymore enemies, though he doubted his blasting their boss would have any of them running towards the gun-toting raccoon anytime soon. A groan reached his ears and he turned looking at the ring-leader of the operation who was currently bleeding to death with a missing arm. The other two had gotten quick shots to the head, but Rocket wasn't feeling very merciful to the guy. He had been trying to find Quill since they had gotten separated, and he wasn't going to forget that painful scream either. Bastard deserved to suffer for it, and he didn't feel a bit bad for it either.

"Guess, you'll have to fly the Milano solo for a bit. Just don't crash my ship." Peter replied completely serious about the not crashing part. They hadn't gotten it fixed more then a month ago from their last crash landing. Rocket rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "Don't plan to crash my ship."

"I mean it!" Peter shouted with a wince as he jostled his wrist trying to hold his broken arm still. "Hold still." Rocket muttered, grabbing what was left of Peter's satchel. The Terran was confused instantly, it was torn in half and wouldn't be worth keeping anymore. "What are you doing?" He asked watching his teammate fiddle around with the material not being able to see while Rocket had his back turned.

"Well you shouldn't let a broken arm just hang like that, unless you want to make it worse." Rocket stated as if it was a stupid question as he finished the makeshift sling with a smirk on his face.

Now getting his broken arm in said sling wasn't easy, but at least it didn't feel like it was falling off anymore. "Thanks buddy. " Peter said with a small smile, and glad he actually had real friends to bail him out of trouble.

"Yeah no big deal Star-Munch, let's go already getting sick of this place." The raccoon stated picking up his own gun before leading the way back to the Milano.