Steven "Captain America" Rogers' P.O.V

I had to get used to the idea that I was going to be fighting with the Guardians of the Galaxy. Hopefully not in a bad way. I didn't trust them, after all that had happened from Loki to Skrull I was hesitant to bring aliens to Earth again.

The press was being very insistent. They wanted to know our thoughts on everything. It had been that way for a while. I wasn't used to it. After the Ultron battle we couldn't hide from the world anymore and there had been a media explosion.

S.H.I.E.L.D insisted on having the Guardians in the Avengers' Tower before they left for the Red Forest.

Now we were standing in the misshapen building waiting for their ship to land on the ground below it. How the reporters found this out, I do not know but they were crowding the area where the ship was supposed to land. (they had been given the coordinates.) "They're going to get 'mancaked'" Natasha pointed out, and I couldn't help but to agree.

Finally the vessel landed on the tar and my teammates and I quickly got downstairs and out the door. "Clear the way, people what are you trying to make our planet look like?" said Tony as he cleared a path through the press, snapping pictures and brandishing microphones.

The door opened, creating a metal ramp. The ship was massive and orange, gray and blue. The Guardians stepped out of it. They were exactly how they were portrayed in their files.

Peter "Star-Lord" Quill was well-muscled with wavy blondish-brown hair and dark eyes. He was wearing black jeans, a gray shirt and a red leather jacket. Gamora had vibrant green skin and was wearing only solid black (like Natasha) and her hair was jet-black with scarlet streaks in it. Drax the Destroyer looked brutal and his skin was blue and red wearing no shirt. Rocket Raccoon was . . . well he's a raccoon wearing clothes. What can even be said for him? Then there was . . . well I'm not exactly sure what the humongous being behind them was.

"What. The heck. Is that?" I asked pointing to it.

"I am Groot." the creature rumbled.

"He's Groot and you're going to be hearing more where that came from." Rocket explained.

Though they all looked dangerous, you could tell they were battle-worn. It could be seen in their eyes. The blood they'd seen, the fire they'd witnessed, the lives they'd taken. Maybe that's what we look from the outside.

A reporter clamored through the crowd and held her microphone out, a cameraman at her heels. "Mr. Quill, what was your reaction to the message?" she had to holler over the overlapping voices.

"No comment." he answered firmly. "No, we talked about this, we don't want to answer any questions right now!"

"You heard the man, get outta here!" growled Rocket.

The reporters backed away reluctantly. I walked over to them. "Captain Steve Rogers." I introduced myself to them.

"I know. Been waiting a while to meet you actually." answered Quill.

"Well, I haven't!" commented Rocket, spitefully.

"Rocket . . ." Quill warned. "Behave."

Rocket growled at the condescending comment all the same he glared and obeyed. I could get the general idea of how this worked. Clearly, Quill was the leader.

Natasha stepped forward. "I understand that you're going to be having a hard time getting along with other teams similar to you."

"I could get along pretty well with you, Sugar-lips." stated Quill.

My jaw dropped. No one would dare saying stuff like that to Natasha "Black Widow" Romanoff. I don't think it's good saying that stuff to any woman. Natasha's eyes flashed and I waited to hear her punch him in the face. She didn't which was a miracle in and of itself.

"Please. I would appreciate it if you kept this mostly professional." she answered with gritted teeth.

"In my line of work, that's about as professional as it gets." he replied digging himself in deeper.

"Really? Are you a prostitute?"

"Uhh . . . I don't think so . . . but it's debatable."

"That's it! I can't do this, I'm sorry Steve, I just can't! Find someone else for now!" she threw her hands up in surrender and stormed off.

"Was it something I said?" questioned Quill. Aside from Tony, he had to be the most shameless person I had ever met.

"Come with me." Wanda "the Scarlet Witch" Maximoff broke the awkward silence and waved them toward her.

We explained them how everything was going to work. We would all go to Vermont once the right time approached. (a date also came in the message) They seemed to understand. Rocket had uncountable protests and he was starting to get on my nerves and that's not easy to do!

"This is the best gun you have?" he looked distastefully at S.H.I.E.L.D's most powerful gun.

"That's a highly powered weapon-" protested Leopold Fitz a weapons and science expert at S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Tell you what, Kid I'll show you what I call a highly powered weapon." the small rodent pulled out a very large firearm.

"Look, he's fine. Now could you just leave everybody alone?!" I finally demanded, unable to take much more.

"You're by far the most obnoxious avenger I've ever known, Rogers. Just saying. That whole mary-sue, good-boy act you throw around."

I couldn't believe this. "Uhh . . . excuse me?"

"I want to fight you right here, right now!" This was one of the strangest events of my life.

A cybernetic raccoon was challenging me to a battle. A raccoon.

"I'm not going to fight you!" I wish I could take this situation seriously.

"Yeah, 'cause you're a spineless loser who knows he'll lose!"

"No, because you're like two feet tall! I only fight fair fights." I pointed out. He didn't seem to like that.

"THAT'S IT!" Rocket lunged, fangs bared and then, just fell to the ground, unconscious.

I saw Quill holding a tranquilizer rifle in front of me. "If I'm going to be even temporarily handing my leadership over to you I need to make sure of something: That you will keep them safe no matter what. Protect them like they're your mother you hear me? and if anything happens to them . . . I'll kill you. You want to fight you take it up with me you hear?" he told me.

"Of course." Clearly he felt the same way about them as anyone does about their family which was essentially what they were.

I feel for the guy. "Oh yeah and you might need this." he handed me the trang gun.

"Why would I need-"

"You'll see."

He left to talk to Gamora leaving his unconscious teammate. I sighed at the non-lethal weapon. It was going to be a very, very long month.