A/N: Hello everyone! Sorry this is late, but school got super busy. But hey, it's a long chapter, 2/3 of the characters are in space, and it's HALLOWEEN! Hope you guys enjoy it, thanks for reading, and HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Steve figured he shouldn't even be surprised by now. Didn't die in the crash? He could handle that. 21st century? He was doing okay. Helicarrier? Threw him for a loop. But a real life alien space ship?

He figured he owed Fury another ten bucks.

It was a nice ride Thor had set them up with; basically a large, silver boat with a glass dome over the top. It had two decks: the top, which contained the controls and four bunk beds, and the bottom, that had a small kitchen and living area with a small hatch underneath for storage.

A couple of Asgardians finished loading the ship while Thor and Clint spoke with Odin. Steve couldn't be sure, but Clint looked very on edge.

"Something isn't right," Wanda muttered, confirming his feelings. He raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue. "I can feel his emotions from here. He is angry and… scared? It's very loud."

"Hm. Well, besides Thor, Clint hasn't had the best experiences with Asgardians." When Wanda looked at him quizzically, he continued. "Thor's brother attacked Manhattan and put him under mind control." Understanding showed in Wanda's eyes. No wonder he had electrocuted her in the face.

Thor came over to them, but Odin placed a hand on Hawkeye's shoulder to stop him. They exchanged a few words and he rejoined them. Wanda watched Odin a bit curiously and suspiciously as he walked away.

"Let us be off!" Thor announced. He and Steve boarded the ship, but Wanda held Clint back.

"Are you okay?"

"Peachy." Wanda glared at him

"Something about Odin sets you on edge. Me as well. He is not… right." Clint held her gaze for a moment and then slowly nodded.

"You're not wrong," he said, climbing aboard. "But there's not much we can do about it. Let's go."

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Peter danced quietly back to the front of the ship after Cooper had fallen asleep. He was worried about the wound on his leg; it looked like it might be infected.

"How is he?" Gamora asked, giving up the copilot's seat to Peter.

"Sleeping for now. His leg isn't in good shape, but I guess we'll see what happens. How long until we get to the Collector's?"

"At this speed?" Rocket replied. "'Bout ten hours."

"Well," Peter said, reclining his chair and turning up the music. "Guess we better get comfy then."

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Rocket slapped him awake sometime later.

"Hey. We're in orbit around the planet. I figured you'd want to make a plan or something stupid like that before we go in guns blazing."

"Thanks. Let's go find the others."

They went back to the cargo area, where the first "bunch of idiots standing in a circle" had taken place, and found Drax and Gamora sharpening their respective weapons while Groot stood against the wall, cradling a still sleeping Cooper.

"He's still asleep?" Peter exclaimed. He felt a twinge of worry, but tried to push it away. The kid was probably just tired.

"What's the plan?" Drax asked.

"Well, I was thinking we go in guns blazing."

"Hey!" Rocket protested. "That's my plan."

"And we're going to use it. You should be happy."

"The real plan Peter," Gamora said.

"Fine. We go in, looking mostly peaceful, find the girl, and get out without paying."

"What does she look like?" Drax asked.

"She's a human. She should stick out like a sore thumb."

"So she looks like you?"

"Yes. Well, no. She'd be smaller than me, probably with long hair."

"Like your beard?"

"No! No beard! Ju-" The pilot ran a hand down his face. "You be in charge of the fighting, and I'll be in charge of finding the girl."

Cooper began to stir in Groot's arms and the tree gently set him down.

"Hey Cooper," Peter said softly, kneeling down beside him.

"Wha...Where… Oh, right," he said, slowly waking up. "What's going on?" he asked, looking around at them all.

"We think we found your sister." Cooper perked up.

"Really? Where? Is she okay?"

"Well, we're gonna go and find out. You and Groot are gonna stay here-"

"I am Groot," he harrumphed.

"C'mon man," he pleaded. Groot grunted, but relented. "And we'll go get your sister and be back before you know it, 'kay?"

"'Kay." Peter patted him on the back and he and the others stood up.

"Let's go."

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Clint had to admit he was apprehensive as Thor gently landed their ship on the surface of a pretty sketchy looking alien planet. It was nearing dusk and the sky was a deep green color. Unfamiliar stars were just starting to show themselves as they set down.

"One of us should stay here," the archer said. He couldn't believe he was about to suggest this. "Thor, I think it should be you." The demigod raised an eyebrow in confusion. "What are Asgardian's reputations outside of Asgard?" Understanding showed in his face.

"I understand. Will you three be safe?"

"I think we can handle ourselves. Anything we should know before going in?"

"Don't drink the green stuff."

"Good to know. Let's go guys."

He, Cap, and Wanda disembarked and headed towards their destination: a seedy bar at the edge of the docks. Word was that Yondu frequented it fairly regularly and if he wasn't there, there was probably someone who knew where he was.

Now Hawkeye and Cap had had experience going undercover. They were confident that whatever happened, it wouldn't faze them. They were wrong.

Wanda was impressed by how quickly the two of them recovered from the initial shock of the blatant craziness and unfamiliarity of the place. The room was pretty big and packed with all sorts of characters of every description imaginable. It was noisy and hot, but basically what one would expect from a bar. The lighting was pretty dark, but seemed to give off a purple hue and the atmosphere was a bit smoky. Most of the tables were filled either with people gambling or just enjoying some drinks. A game of darts was going on in the corner. Clint quickly schooled his features and thoughts away from awe and confusion to determination and focus. Steve was only a second behind, but continued to glance around in suspicious wonder.

"Wish I had a pad and pencil. How're you doing?" Cap asked as they moved to the actual bar.

"Okay… It's so busy. And colorful." She wasn't just referring to the many varied patrons, but rather their emotions and thoughts. They seeped into the air, calling to her, causing her to try and make sense of it all.

"There are creatures like me here," she murmured in fascination. Across the room, a group of short creatures with large ears and snub noses were engaged in a debate, not mouth to mouth, but mind to mind and she could hear it.

"I don't think we should go there," one said. "It's too loosely run."

"And what does that mean?" demanded another.

"It means something's gonna go wrong sooner or later, especially with a slave market that big." Wanda's gut twisted uncomfortably, but she continued to listen.

"Hm… Fair enough, but the collector's market is there too and I know a few clients who would pay quite handsomely for a youngling."

"How handsomely?"

The number he gave was a big one.

"Might be worth the risk…" the leader mused, then nodded. "Fine. We'll stop there and see what we can find." They finished their drinks and left. Wanda made sure she got a good impression of their minds and felt confident she could recognize them again; if they didn't find any other leads here, perhaps wherever they were talking about would be a good place to start.

Clint approached the bar, taking every bit of weirdness and unfamiliarity in stride. It was amazing what the circus had inadvertently prepared him for. A quick glance at the bottles behind the bar told him that this would be an experience to remember.

"Three of the house special." The bartender (who looked like he was on fire?), glanced curiously at him, but got him the drinks. Steve joined him and Wanda followed a moment later, but seemed out of it.

"No one matches the description as far as I can tell," Steve said quietly, carefully inspecting his glass.

"Yeah. I figured we hang here for a while, play some darts, see what we overhear. Is Wanda okay?" She was staring after some little green men as they left.

"What? Oh, yes, I'm fine. I was listening to their conversation." Clint nodded.

"Alright." He raised his glass in a mock cheer. "Let's do this."

The drink tasted roughly of beer, but with an unfamiliar salty tang. The three of them worked themselves into the atmosphere until they were just three more patrons having some drinks with their friends.

Eventually Clint tapped Steve's shoulder and gestured over to the dartboard.

"I'm gonna go wait for a turn, see if I learn anything."

Once Clint was gone, Steve gestured to the barkeep.

"Hey, has a guy named Yondu been around here recently?" The barkeep nodded and continued polishing a glass. "Think he's coming back anytime soon?" A shrug. "Any chance you know where I could find him? I had a business proposition for him." He shook his head and rubbed his fingers together. Cap sighed. So this was how it was going to be.

Clint was having a much easier time picking up information by the dart board. He casually sipped his drink while listening to the conversation next to him.

"Freaking Starlord. Last I heard, he had stolen the crown jewels of Mercona."

"Weren't those stolen like five years ago?"

"Well, yeah, but he stole them back and now they're in a museum or something."

"Who's this you're talking about?" Clint asked, pulling a chair up. They eagerly let him join the conversation, dying to share what gossip they knew.

"His name's Starlord."

"He's like a mercenary."

"Yeah, he and his crew get hired to do all sorts of things."

"Good, bad, you name it."

"Sometimes they do it for free."

"They don't really answer to anyone."

"What does he look like?" Clint asked.

"Kinda like you actually," one of them said, after a moment. "Bit younger, bit of a beard, long red coat." Another human?

"Any idea where he is now?"

"I can tell you that," a new voice said.

One of the dart players, a woman with bright red skin and glowing yellow eyes, smiled at him.

"Beat me at a game of darts," she said, "and I'll tell you everything you want to know."

"And if I lose?" he asked as he stood.

"Well, I'm kind of hungry."

"So, what, I take you out to dinner? You should probably know that I'm married." He took the darts she offered and quietly inspected them for faults and anything that might indicate cheating. Sure enough, a couple of the feathers were bent and they were weighted oddly, but it was nothing he couldn't compensate for.

"I was thinking I take you as my dinner." That got his attention. One look at her face told him that she was completely serious.

"Deal."

The patron he'd been talking with grabbed his sleeve.

"You sure about this? She doesn't play fair."

"I figured, but I've got a few tricks up my sleeve too. You ready?" he asked her. She nodded, a coy smile on her face. "Ladies first," he offered.

As expected, she was good. All three darts hit the bullseye. As she was taking her turn, he screamed in his head across the room, Wanda!

He wasn't entirely sure how her powers worked, but the girl jumped and looked over at him.

"What was that?" Her voice echoed in his mind.

"Can your powers detect technology?"

"Generally, yes."

"Can you sense anything on these darts I'm holding?"

There was a pause as she focused, but finally said,

"There is something, yes. I can probably disable it if you want."

He'd been watching the woman's throws carefully, and they all flew true. The game was scored manually, so whatever was on his darts had to be cheating.

"Do it."

He stepped up to the line, judged the shot one more time, and fired off the three darts in rapid succession. All three hit the bullseye. She turned to glare at him suspiciously, but he maintained an air of being mildly impressed with himself as he retrieved his darts.

"Best two out of three?" he baited. With a snarl, the woman moved five feet back and threw again, still getting a good score, but not as good as last time. Clint moved back, threw, and hit the same spots he had last time.

Finally, the woman stomped back five more feet and hurled the darts, losing her focus and basically ruining her score. Whistling as he went, the entire bar's eyes on him, he moved back an extra feet, fired, and got three more bullseyes. He turned to her, hands in his pockets, face unreadable except for a small sense of triumph.

"So, Starlord?"

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