Alriiiiiiight! Let's get into this shit! I'm so excited to re-write this fanfic!

It would take a lot to sum up everything to have happened when The Guardians of the Galaxy were formed, but it was never an uneventful day that's for sure. Take this job from The Sovereign for example, to protect their Anulax Batteries from the Abilisk, a freakish gigantic creature/monster with creepy tentacles. It was a very difficult battle, but with my brother and our other allies, we had grown to become a very tight-knit group that worked well under pressure.

"Shit!" I yelped.

I was tackled to the side, just barely avoiding a tentacle swinging by. I groan softly as my eyes flutter open to see Rocket hovering over me. Over the sound of Mr Blue Sky from Peter's Awesome Mix Vol 2 mixtape, the raccoon and I lock gazes over the chaos surrounding us, before finally, he shook his head to snap out of his daze. Rocket scoffed quietly and stood up before activating his jetpack again.

"I had him!" I looked at him in disbelief.

"Oh! You had him? Riiiiight! Honestly, it only looked like I just saved your sweet ass again, Quill!" Rocket retorted.

"I can look out for myself, you know! And what is your problem lately?!" I barely held back a growl.

"I swear to scut you can be as airheaded as your humie brother sometimes! You'd be dead if it weren't for me, cupcake!" Rocket spoke mockingly.

I felt my face heat up from anger and glare at the raccoon. I didn't know what was causing Rocket's attitude towards me as of late, and wanted nothing more than to talk things out, but he'd never stop with the sarcastic quips and insults. It was getting to the point that I couldn't even stand being in the same vicinity as him. I was angry that he wouldn't tell me what I did to upset him, but at the same time, I couldn't force him to talk to me. If he wanted to act like an…like an asshole, well…that was his choice.

"Flark, you're such an asshole!" I shouted.

"That is true!" He replied.

"Not to mention overly sarcastic!" I rolled my eyes.

"That is also true!"

Another minute passed by as the two of us argued relentlessly, and it wasn't long before Peter landed right in between us after being hit by the creature's tentacles.

"WOULD YOU TWO JUST MAKE UP ALREADY?! WE'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF A FIGHT HERE!" My brother snapped.

I blushed at Peter's comment but couldn't object before he flew off with his rocket boots and fought against the Abilisk again. Rocket and I glanced at each other with flustered expressions before finally nodding at one another to put this bullshit arguing to the side for later, when our lives didn't depend on it. Running back into action, I start shooting back at the Abilisk to try and hopefully get its attention. It wasn't until I saw Drax willingly get eaten by the friggin' thing that my stomach dropped and my mind went straight into panic mode.

"WHY WOULD HE DO THAT?!" Peter freaked out.

"He said that the skin is too thick to be pierced on the outside so...!" Gamora stammered.

"That doesn't make any sense!" Peter shouted.

"I tried telling him that!" She yelled at the Terran worriedly.

"The skin has the same level of thickness on the inside as it is on the outside!" He pointed out.

"I realize that! The assassin sighed in frustration.

"There's a cut on its neck! We need to get it to look up!" Peter figured out its weak point.

"I am Groot?"

I looked down at my foot and saw Baby Groot tugging on my shoelace to my combat boots. I sighed in frustration as I contemplated what to do, before I picked up Groot and set him on my shoulder.

"You shouldn't be here, buddy." I lightly scolded him.

"I am Groot." He pouted.

"When you're bigger, then we'll talk about it." I chuckled. "Until then, be careful and hold onto me tightly, alright? I don't trust you by yourself right now."

Groot smirked and nodded as I switched the setting on my blasters, hoping the stun option would be able to delay the creature in front of us for only a few seconds and draw him over to me. When I realized that the Abilisk was trying to consume energy, I knew that my elemental blasters would likely draw its attention, especially knowing about Rocket's fairly recent upgrade that gave the stun option more kick. After all, the whole point of the mission was to protect the Anulax batteries. I ran and dodged attack after attack, sneaking in numerous shots at the creature while hearing Groot's pixie-like laughter in my ear. The creature seized its movements for a brief minute after my last shot, and realized that it was momentarily paralyzed by my blasters.

Now's my chance!

I changed the setting on my elemental blasters to the skull and crossbones that Rocket warned me to use only for emergencies. Considering that Drax was inside the Abilisk, I'd consider this being the case of emergency. Determined to get Drax out its stomach, I shouted at Rocket to fly above the creature hopefully gather its attention and make it look up as my brother initially advised. The raccoon actually complied without any arguments this time, before flying above the creature and shooting at it with his gun, despite knowing it wouldn't hurt the Abilisk.

"STELLAR GO!" Rocket yelled.

Taking off in a sprint, I screamed as I jumped high and finally pulled the trigger, and much to my surprise, two giant and lethal lasers started to beam out of my guns. It was similar to that film Peter described as Star Wars, with the weapons he referred to as "lightsabers," beams of light that could literally kill someone like a blade would. Swinging my arms down, the beams pierced into its neck and from there, I was gliding down from its neck and all the way down to its stomach.

Ha…slicing through it like butter. These things are really handy, holy flark- -OH NO.

I fell onto my back after my elemental guns short-circuit, indicating that the energy in both guns were used up and depleted. The moment my back hits the ground, I feel a sharp pain shoot through my body. Wincing from the pain, my eyes flutter open as I groan softly.

"Did I get it?" I muttered weakly.

Gamora and the others approached me after the monster fell to the ground and stared at us with its lifeless eyes.

"Yes. You were successful." Gamora smiled at me amusedly.

Groot crawls out from my front jacket pocket, sat down on my chest before peering down at me with a worried expression.

"I am Groot." He pouted.

"What the hell were you thinking letting Groot hang onto you like that?!" Rocket snapped.

I groaned in pain as I sat up, putting Groot on my shoulder again as Gamora offered her hand to help me stand up.

"I'm fine too, thanks for asking." I breathed out.

Rocket couldn't argue before Drax came spilling out of the creature's sliced belly along with its guts, looking victorious as he hollered and raised his arms about with his weapons still in hand.

"I did it! I single handedly killed the creature from the inside HA HA!" Drax cheered.

Um...sure...I'll let him have this moment.

I put away my elemental blasters back on my thigh holsters, closely observing Peter put back the batteries we were hired to protect.

"Hey Peter?" I called out.

Peter turned around and paused in his step as everyone moved ahead in a more relaxed and tired manner, ready to collect our reward and get the heck out of here.

"What's up?" Peter asked.

Peter inspected me for wounds, but after neglecting to see anything, his shoulders slumped as he began to relax.

"I'm just...I'm feeling really tired. Do you mind if I sit this out? You guys can go get Nebula and the reward while I wait on the Milano." I mumbled softly.

"Yeah, sure. Everything okay?" Peter glanced at me in concern again.

"It's just the week catching up to me. I'll be fine." I held back a yawn. "You don't think the High Priestess lady will be mad at me if I don't show up, do you?"

"I'm sure she'll get over it. Go get a shower, change into some pj's, and catch a few Z's. We'll be back before you know it." Peter cracked a smile.

He's such a sweetheart sometimes, I'm…I'm glad Peter matured a little.

After my brother walked away, I started making my way towards the Milano with Groot. I paused, once spotting something moving from the corner of my eye. Upon turning around, I immediately noticed the sheepish look on Rocket's face as if he were a child that got caught doing something he knew he wasn't supposed to be doing. I fold my arms and give the raccoon a suspicious look.

"What were you just doing?" I asked.

"Oh nothing...just walking...behind you." Rocket replied slowly.

"Uh huh..." I pursed my lips.

"What, is it suddenly a crime to look at your beautiful posterior?" The raccoon smirked.

Wait what?

"Well you- -and uh…well…" I spluttered awkwardly, feeling my face heat up under the raccoon's stare.

"What? No one's ever told you that you've gotta nice ass before?" He continued to tease.

"Well...I- -I mean..."

Something flickers in Rocket's eyes, and for a minute, it's almost like he's looking straight into my soul.

"Y- -Y'know, you're still a complete jerk a- -and don't think I forgot about your attitude earlier!" I snapped.

Rocket's cocky attitude slips back on after snapping out of his daze before he starts walking down the path Peter and the others took just minutes before.

...if my heart could just calm down...that'd be great.

I kept wondering what the hell had gotten into Rocket lately. He would practically drive me insane and get under my skin in ways that even Peter hadn't managed to do, yet throw me off with comments and compliments that my heart nearly melting within seconds. I tried talking to Peter about these conflicting feelings once when we took everyone out for drinks one night, but the conversation didn't really take off anywhere and especially after he went off to flirt with an A'askavariian. For months, I'd kept my mouth shut and tried working out these strange feelings on my own.

One night, I'd even gotten worked up to the point that I'd almost wanted to hurt Rocket, and pinned him to the wall as I held him up by the front of his clothes. The both of us stared heatedly at each other for who knows how long, but for once, it wasn't out of complete anger. I'd felt conflicted about the heat pooling in my belly and dropped him as if he were on fire before running. Neither of us had brought up that night since it happened weeks ago.

Either way, I knew the raccoon was trying to push my buttons and anger me, and yet I had no idea why. The both of us had gotten along so well, and used to be rather comfortable with each other, but now, it was as if we were slowly becoming strangers. As much as I wanted to talk things out with Rocket and let bygones be bygones, I knew that forcing him to talk wouldn't do any good. For now, I dropped it and walked back to the Milano.

The shower ends up being a blessing as my muscles feel much more relaxed from the hot water. Although, after stepping out of the shower did I notice the bruises and wounds that littered my body. One of the wounds is actually still bleeding, and with it being exposed to the open air, I can't help but hiss in pain. After putting my bra and pants back on, I get to work on finding the First Aid Kit before sitting down in the kitchen area to clean and dress my wounds. Groot waddles over on his tiny legs from the direction of the cockpit, one of his favorite places to hang out, with a small bowl of candy in his arms. The tiny Flora Colussus spots me and gasps audibly, and I glance down at him with wide eyes.

"Oh…hey buddy."

"I am Groot!" He shouted.

"I'm fine. I promise! I just…I need some time to heal, okay? Can you not say anything to the others, little man?"

He nods after a second or so, before holding out a piece of candy for me, as if it would help me feel better. At Groot's gesture, I smiled warmly and accepted the piece of candy and popped it into my mouth before going to finish bandaging my waist and torso. I go back into my room afterwards, grabbing a pair of sweatpants and a Queen Band T-shirt and making my way to the living room area before falling asleep with Groot on my chest.

I'm uncertain how much time passes before I hear the others entering the ship. I kept my eyes closed for a few more seconds before going to sit up, trying to resist wincing to hide my injuries. I knew that Peter and Gamora would give me an earful if they knew how hurt I was. I held Groot against me as I walked to the cockpit where everyone was gathered.

"Man was that lady a conceited douchebag." Rocket grumbled.

"Who?" I asked, holding back a yawn.

"The High Priestess, lookin' down at us like we're scum or somethin'." Rocket folded his arms in a huff.

"Whatever, we got Nebula and the job is done so let's get the hell out of here." Peter sighed.

"Yeah! Let's go collect that bounty on Xandar!" Rocket smirked.

"You guys actually got her?" I asked in surprise. "I wasn't entirely sure the Sovereign was being truthful about that part..."

"Yup. All chained up in the cargo bay." Peter nodded in confirmation.

Rocket paused and glanced down at my chest, his eyes widening slightly as his pupils dilated a bit.

"You alright?" I look at the raccoon in concern.

"Why's Groot sleeping on your tits again?" Rocket blurted out.

Of course…why am I not surprised by his vulgarity?

Peter whirled around, glaring at Rocket for his comment before he bent down to smack him upside the head.

"Dude. That's my sister. How many times do we have to go through this?" Peter snapped.

"It's not my fault she has giant balloon tits!" The raccoon scoffed.

Drax then stared at my chest and while I was mostly covered up by Groot and the sweatshirt I was wearing, I still felt extremely uncomfortable as if I were exposed.

"I do not understand. Her breasts are not made of the material found in balloons. They are quite large though." Drax commented.

As my face burns, I slapped Drax in the face for rudely staring before angrily turning towards Rocket. Putting down Groot on one of the seats nearby, I start inching forward as the raccoon nervously moves backwards. Peter quickly intervenes and wraps his arms around my waist to hold me back. I thrash around in my brother's hold and keep attempting to break free.

"At least let me smack him!" I shouted angrily.

"We don't attack and/or maim teammates!" Peter told me.

"I think an exception could be made this once!" I countered.

After a few more seconds of struggle, Peter finally snapped.

"Y'know wha- -ALRIGHT THAT'S ENOUGH!"

The Terran manages to maneuver me to one side of the cockpit before standing in between Rocket and I, who is still looking way too smug and amused for his own good.

"At this point, I'm pretty fed up with the bullshit and petty arguments and it's like everyone has to walk on flarkin' eggshells around you two!" My brother glanced over at me. "Stellar, you usually manage to keep a cool head and don't indulge in stupid scut like that." He turns to Rocket next. "And you need to knock it off with your attitude and quit trying to aggravate her! You guys used to be pretty close, so what the hell happened?"

I fall silent and fold my arms together as I feel slightly embarrassed for once again letting the raccoon's words get under my skin.

"I don't know what yer talkin' about, Quill." Rocket rolled his eyes. "She was just somethin' pretty to look at and that's it."

At this, I can't help but be offended and surprised all at once. I barely manage to hold in my tears and give the raccoon a heated look.

"If your goal is to be the galaxy's biggest dickhead, then congrats, you won the title by a landslide." I quipped before storming out of the cockpit.

"You should be ashamed of yourself." Gamora glared at Rocket before following me.

Gamora walks to the living room area just as I plopped down on the couch and grabbed the nearest pillow to scream into.

"You alright there?" The assassin spoke up.

I look up at Gamora with surprise and embarrassment from being caught.

"Not really." I quietly sniffled before quickly wiping at my eyes with one hand.

"If this is about Drax and Rocket's stupid comments about your figure…you've got nothing to be concerned of. You're very…I think you're beautiful."

I can't help but crack a smile from Gamora's attempt to comfort me.

"Listen, I don't know why he's been so…hostile lately, but…something tells me that he's trying to push you away." Gamora continued.

"But why?!" I practically exploded. "What did I fucking do?! He doesn't tell me anything!"

"Stellar…" The assassin mumbled softly. "I don't actually think that Rocket means anything he says."

"Yeah? Well he coulda fooled me." I rolled my eyes. "I'm done with even being in the same room as him. He- -he can flark off to Hala for all I care."

Gamora placed a hand on my thigh and sighed quietly as she struggled to find something to say.

"You shouldn't let him get to you so easily. Rocket's only trying to get a rise out of you and lacks a filter. That's it. Nothing more and nothing less." She lightly scolded.

After a minute of stewing in uncomfortable silence, I spoke up again.

"I just…I…I thought he was my friend." I barely uttered. "It hurts."

"He'll come around eventually. Just…try to be patient with him. I don't know the extent of his past on Halfworld but...I can tell that he can be stubborn when it comes to...opening up."

"Easy for you to say." I sighed before averting my gaze. "I don't know why I've felt so…conflicted and weird around him lately."

I hug the pillow tightly and feel my face heat up underneath Gamora's curious gaze.

"Conflicted about what?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Well…I mean, one minute…he'll try to flatter me until the point that I can barely form a sentence, and the next…he's nearly insufferable and I get so worked up and- -I can't even form a coherent thought and- -and then…I just have this…urge. This weird…heat pooling in my belly."

Gamora seems highly intrigued at this and sits up taller as a small smile forms on her face.

"Do you…like Rocket?" She asked.

"With how he's been lately, can't exactly say he's been great to be around."

Gamora lightly smacked my arm.

"No." She chuckled. "I meant…do you like him romantically?"

My eyes widened at the suggestion.

"Is THAT what that feeling is? Like genuine attraction and…lust?" I lowered my voice quietly at the end.

The assassin looks completely amused at my suddenly flustered demeanor.

"I'm sorry, it's just…I've never actually…experienced these feelings before and it was so confusing, I had no idea what I've been feeling. Like, try growing up with The Ravagers and Peter. But…there's no way that's it, not with him and his asinine behavior. M...maybe I'm just overthinking it." I rambled anxiously.

"Stellar, it's very normal and healthy for you to have these…feelings. It can be overwhelming and nothing about it seems logical…but sometimes, you can't help who your heart is drawn to." Gamora advised.

I take it she knows just from experience...

I look at the assassin curiously just as she goes to pat my thigh comfortingly.

"Just…be careful, okay? I don't want you to end up with your feelings hurt. Also… if you end up needing a distraction from Rocket, we can always make a trip somewhere to help satiate these…urges." Gamora patted my thigh gently.

I find myself confused at that last part, but didn't get to question her as she stood up and started walking back to the cockpit. I quietly followed her back to where everyone else was and plopped back down in my chair and kept my gaze on my lap.

"Rocket. Is there something you'd like to say?" Peter urged our teammate.

Peter sat in the pilot seat, while Rocket sat beside him in the co-pilot seat, flying the Milano until we were away from the Sovereign's planet. I could practically feel the raccoon's gaze on me, but kept my head lowered and refused to look at him.

"I'm...sorry? I guess?" Rocket glanced back at the Terran for approval.

"What for?" Peter frowned.

"What?! All I said was that she had giant balloon tits! Who says that's an insult?!" Rocket nearly whined.

I bit my bottom lip and breathed deeply in an attempt to calm myself.

He's just...lashing out. But why? Why is he so determined to stay away from me? I just...I want to be his friend again...

Before Peter could yell at Rocket again, I merely stopped Peter by raising my hand to stop him from finishing his sentence.

"It's fine Peter. Rocket merely lacks a filter." I folded my arms together.

At this comment, I could see Gamora smirking out of the corner of my eye.

"Whoa, whoa, and what the hell is that supposed to mean?" Rocket lowered his voice and narrowed his eyes at me.

"Since you're such a genius, it shouldn't be hard to figure out." I replied sarcastically. "If you've got nothing nice to say to me, then don't bother wasting your breath. You've been so mean lately and I don't know why. Either way, I'm done putting up with it."

After so many weeks of skirting around each other and bickering almost constantly, I could tell that everyone was surprised from me suddenly choosing to confront Rocket.

"Is that right, sweetheart?" Rocket smirked almost deviously.

I felt my face heat up, and glance up in time to see the heated gaze Rocket was sending me, before feeling those butterflies in my stomach swarming like never before. It was almost uncomfortable as I shifted on my seat to try to get rid of the tingling sensation between my legs.

How does he make me feel this way? Maybe I'll take up Gamora's offer for a distraction…

"Y- -yeah. You heard me." I stuttered.

"You don't sound so sure there." Rocket chuckled.

"I'm not joking!" I assured him, before sitting up straight. "I've been trying to figure out why the hell you're acting like such a jerk when I've done nothing wrong to warrant that kind of reaction! You just keep trying to provoke me into an argument and for what reason, I've got no clue, but I'm done!"

At this, Rocket's smirk faded away quickly before he turned back around in his seat. Our argument was cut short when Peter became more alert after glancing down at the monitor.

"This is weird, we have an entire Sovereign fleet approaching from the rear." Peter muttered.

"Why would they do that?" Gamora asked in confusion.

"Probably because Rocket stole some of their batteries." Drax admitted.

WHAT? THAT SNEAKY LITTLE FUC- -

"DUDE!" Rocket glared at his teammate.

"Right...he didn't steal some of those. I don't know why they're after us. What a mystery this is." Drax awkwardly declined.

"What were you thinking?!" Peter snapped.

"Oh come on! They were really easy to steal!" Rocket nearly whined.

"And that's your defense?" Gamora grumbled, barely resisting the urge to roll her eyes.

"Oh you saw how that High Priestess was treating us! I'm just teaching her a lesson!" The raccoon argued.

"Aw yeah! I didn't realize you were into altruism, it's a shame that the Sovereign are mistaking your intentions and are trying to kill us." The Terran sarcastically remarked.

"Exactly!" Rocket smirked.

"I was being sarcastic!"

"Oh no! You're supposed to use a sarcastic voice! Now you're just making me look foolish!" Rocket shouted humorously.

"Can your bickering be put on a hold until after we survive this massive space battle?" Gamora sighed.

"More incoming!" My brother warned.

"Good, I want to kill some guys!" Rocket smiled dangerously before destroying numerous Sovereign ships with the Milano's built-in weapons.

I buckle my seatbelt in as the ship begins jolting and try my best to regulate my breathing despite the lingering anxiety.

So we're just gonna die here all because Rocket wanted to steal some freakin' batteries?! If the Sovereign doesn't kill us first, I'm gonna kill Rocket- -

"What's the nearest habitable planet?" Peter turned to Gamora.

Gamora glances up at Peter from her monitor.

"It's called Berhert." She answered.

"How many jumps?" My brother raised an eyebrow.

"Only one. But the access point is 47 clicks away. And you have to go through that quantum asteroid field." The assassin pointed out.

"Quill, to make it through that you'd have to be the greatest pilot in the universe." Drax told the Terran.

"Lucky for us, I- -"

"I am." Rocket smirked, before looking at Peter in confusion. "What are you doing?"

"I've been flying this rig since I was 10 years old." My brother insisted on piloting.

"I was cybernetically engineered to pilot a spacecraft." The raccoon countered.

"You were cybernetically engineered to be a douchebag!" The Terran rolled his eyes.

"Stop it." Gamora snapped.

You've gotta be kidding me. They're choosing to do this NOW?

"Later on tonight, you're gonna be laying down, there's gonna be something squishy in your pillowcase. And you're gonna be like, "what's this?", and it's gonna be because I put a turd in there!"

"You put your turd in my bed and I shave you!" Peter threatened.

"Oh, it won't be my turd. It'll be Drax's." The raccoon smirked.

Drax laughs hysterically at this, and I barely resist the urge to roll my eyes.

"I have famously huge turds!"

"We're about to die, and this is what we're discussing?" Gamora mumbled to herself.

"I'm honestly glad I'm not the only one thinking that." I sighed as I glanced over at her.

"Son of a…" Rocket grumbled.

Once again, Peter and Rocket start fighting over the piloting controls and switching over constantly. I was starting to get nauseous just from the ship jolting so much.

"Dude! Seriously!" Peter shouted.

"Hey! Let me…"

After a loud crash from the cargo bay, I can hear Nebula shouting at us angrily.

"IDIOTS!"

Rocket merely smiles and glances at my brother smugly.

"Well, that's what you get when Quill flies." The raccoon pointed out.

I grab a handful of Groot's candy before chucking it angrily at Rocket.

"We still have a Sovereign craft behind us." Gamora muttered worriedly.

My brother curses under his breath as he glances down at his monitor.

"Our weapons are down." He told us.

"20 clicks to the jump! Hold on." Gamora shouted.

Drax heads downstairs to the cargo bay in an attempt to buy us more time. Drax and I briefly converse and decide to fire some of our handheld weapons at the remaining Sovereign ship still targeting the Milano. I followed him to see if he needed assistance or if he wanted me to join him, but much to my surprise, Drax doesn't allow me to come with him. After hooking himself up to one of our winch towing cables, Drax steps outside the doors of the cargo bay, and flies out into space to fire and destroy the remaining ship tailing us, just as we make it through the asteroid field.

Thank flark, we did it.

I watch in horror as fifty more Sovereign ships surround us (ones smart enough to go around the asteroid field) and feel my heart skip a beat. Something moves in the corner of my eye, and in the distance, I can make out another large spacecraft with a…

Is that…a- -a Terran standing on a ship? What the hell?!

Suddenly the man makes a practiced gesture and within seconds, destroys all of the Sovereign ships with millions of tendrils of bright-blue energy. It was a power I'd never quite witnessed before, but they were almost like vines or tentacles. I honestly didn't know what to make of it at all, but didn't really have time to process it or pull in Drax as Peter directed the Milano to the jump point. I wasn't even sure that Peter or the others had seen the rogue spacecraft save us.

From there, everything goes to shit after something hits the Milano, and we're crash landing straight into Berhert. Of course, we can never catch a break, I think to myself. As if by ironic fate, the cable Drax is attached to decides to snap, and I barely just grab it in time. I scream in pain as I try with all my might to reel in Drax, and hold onto the Milano for dear life with my other hand. When the ship finally skids to a stop, I stumble forward and hit my head against something hard before ultimately blacking out.

"Stellar!"

Mmmmh, flark my head hurts so bad.

I groaned softly as someone placed my head on their lap.

Wait…I recognize that scent…it's Gamora.

My eyes flutter open, and once my vision begins to clear, I see the green-skinned assassin looking down at me in complete concern.

"Hala, you nearly gave me a heart attack." She sighed in relief. "Are you okay? I saw you and Drax through the feed just as we crash-landed."

Gamora helps me to sit up on my own.

"I…." I paused.

What….what did happen? I don't even remember…

Gamora snaps her fingers in front of me. Suddenly, a sharp pain courses through my head, causing me to hiss and hold up my head with one hand.

"Stellar! Look at me." She urged. "Are you okay?"

"I…I don't feel too good." I breathed out.

I feel my stomach gurgling and turn to the side just in time to vomit on the floor.

"Stellar!" Gamora cried out.

Rewritten as of 03/29/22! Let me know what you guys think! I had a lot of fun re-writing this. I'll definitely be watching the movie again just to get in the mood too :D