Guardians of the galaxy/// starmora content!!

On the road to... Knowhere

Mantis rolled her eyes and wandered to the back of the ship. There was a beautiful view from back there, just like egos planet but without it being sinister. She felt comfortable as she gazed through the metal fences and through the glass window. The ship was almost an exact copy of the previous Milano, as requested by Peter. It had been constructed earlier before, well before the universe fell to pieces. And the guardians took pride in it, even if it was scraps of old metal and dust barrels.

Eventually even Mantis got bored of the view, she hoped down the 2 by 2 step ladder that led down to the sleeping cabins and landed with an enthusiastic jump on the floor. She took her time dragging her fingers along the copper shelves, bumping over the sticking out nails and rust glaciers. Looking up she came face to face with Gamoras door, a great deal of emotion came over her. Mantis being able to replicate emotions felt distraut, frustration and grief all at once.Nobody really entered Gamoras room, it was an unspoken rule. Left exactly how it was when she was taken, the same duvet covers , the same trash and the same ornaments hung all around her room. It was only Peter who went in there occasionally when he could face it, on the rarity of him even making it past the door , he would just sit and stare at her stuff. He had recognised the small patterns she used to organise her belongings, the routines she had every morning before starting her day. It was comforting to the lonely man, he could pretend she was busy upstairs or plotting coordinates not entirely off the grid in the middle of an endless galaxy.

Mantis being Mantis felt an undiscovered urge to get into Gamoras room, being now the only female on the spacecraft she felt alone in some way. Her little hands pushed against the door, it creaked ever so slightly as it stood ajar. Mantis peaked one eye round the corner of the door and squinting the other one to get a better view. She gasped as she saw the life of Gamora, it was overwhelming. The whole room was filled with a sense of regret and unfinished talks. Mantis pryed open the door a little more, fitting an arm in. She was a respectful creature knowing to not touch anything or move her belongings, the little insect was assured her short lived friend was going to come back, someway or another. Mantis could feel so many emotions just half stood in her doorway, she was drowning in a sea of feelings. So much so she didn't even register Quill coming up behind her.

'Mantis?' Peter worried. 'Mantis what did you do?' His voice cascaded into anger.

'No! It's not like that, i..i...i... i promise. ' Mantis jumped backwards out of the room, shutting it abruptly and started at her feet.

'There's nothing in there that is of interest to you, why go in there?' Peter swung open the door once again and darted his head around, everything seemed to be as he remembered.

'It did not come with a reason! I am sorry, I am just stupid!'

Drax who had heard the commotion joined the conversation, he was defensive when it came to Mantis. He reciprocated her innocence and related to her misconceptions.

'Quill, what is the big deal?' Drax stared at him for a good 5 seconds.

'That's her room Drax, it's waiting to be used. It doesn't need spectators looking around it all the time' Peter gritted his teeth.

'Oh really? Does the same apply to you then Mr Quill?' Rocket had appeared from the ladder.'That's not the same raccoon, you wouldn't understand.' Peter darted towards rocket towering over him.'Oh yes your right, fatcakes. You were the only one who lost her, she was yours, all all yours!' Rockets words slurred 'You didn't want us to cry though did you? You weren't the only one who cared Quill, we all lost something that day. Don't make it about yourself' He slumped against the wall, groaning as he did.

'He is drunk' Mantis cried as she came out of the doorway.

Rocket was an emotional drunk, using the alcohol as a way to ignore his inbedded trauma. Quill, knowing this still decided to retaliate.

'SHUT UP' He hollered staggering closer to the unconventional raccoon 'Don't tell me you cared as much BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T, i don't care how much you drink, how much you fight or whatever you do with your sad sad life. But DON'T you ever EVER tell me you know how it feels because the wires in your incompetent ego will never be able to squeeze it in.' Quills face was reddening, his heart at an uncontrollable pace, his hands clammy from distress.

Drax's breathe drew closer to peters, coming inches between his and rockets stance.'Leave it Quill, just for tonight.' Drax pushed him away 'He's not worth the fight now, you can fight him tomorrow when his vision isn't fuzzy. Wouldn't be fair'

Peter took a deep breathe and sat down, head in hands he murmered something unclear. But stopped fighting the rodent for once. Mantis was slowly starting to pick up Rocket, she stared down at him in pain. Mimicking his. She subtly slid one of the cabin doors open and walked down the corridor to his room, Drax sat by Quills side looking up occasionally in small second bursts. But Quill didn't return the glance, instead he stayed sat with his palms pushing into his eye sockets.

'I'm sorry about what happened Quill.' Drax said looking diagonally down 'You had an unspoken thing, that was eventually spoken about but now goes unspoken about again. That sucks Peter'Peter questioned his choice of words, but knew they were coming from a good place. He had barely lifted his head before he heard a small sound of tapping feet, against the cold metal floors of the ship.

'I am groot?' Said a soft voice (gamora?)The two men stared at eachother, before realising the door two gamoras room was slightly open.'No, no groot. I'm sorry, she... isnt.... she... she hasn't come back.... just yet' Peter scooped the little twigs into his hand and stood up.'I am groot' ('But... her door?) The small tree yawned but protested'We're you awoken by the noise' Drax asked walking along side Quill.'I am groot' (' NO!, i was already awake') the trees eyes were barely staying open and his hands were flimsy.

'Right' Drax said turning into his cabin 'Well see you in the morning tree, a-a-and Quill don't think too much tonight'

Although drax was a very literal person, sometimes on the rare occasion he said very meaningful things. Probably without the realisation of it though. Quill nodded and waved Drax off. Peter wandered with groot for a little longer until they reached his room. It was a small crevice next to rockets room, just as he liked it. There was a small curtain that opened to reveal the fragile trees quarters. It was an old open shelving rack, on the top shelf was a few boxes with old empty explosives that most likely rocket was finished with. On the middle was an array of neatly sewn quilts and old leather scraps that formed into a bed, with a small battery as a light. On the bottom shelf was a mini dagger that Gamora would've entirely unapproved of due to his safety, but it hung anyways on a peice of wire that was securely attached to the end of his ravagers badge.Peter nearly plopped him into his bed, Groots eyes flocked open due to the impact but quickly drifted back off.'I'm sorry little guy, i'll bring her back. I promise you.' Quill gave a halfhearted smile and rubbed the moss off of groots forehead.