[DISCONTINUED] The Child of Hope (MCU x Male "Superman" Reader)

Prologue: The Abilisk

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----- October 17th, 2014 - Sovereign -----

Multiple artificial, golden planets, near interlocked together, revolves around a blue sun. 

Rifts crackling in the skies, that sound similar to thunder, boom around one small patch of the biggest planet. A dimensional crack snaps in the sky overhead down at what could be described as the planets power station. 

Peter Quill looks from it to an old handheld football game converted into a tracker. A red dot approuches.

"Showtime, a-holes! It'll be here any minute," Peter announces.

"Which will be it's loss."

Peter turns toward Gamora, loading a rifle. 

"...I thought your thing was a sword?," he asks.

"We've been hired to stop an interdimensional beast from feeding on those batteries' energy, and I'm going to stop it with a sword?"

Peter turns away, muttering, "It's just swords were your thing and guns were mine. But I guess we're both doing guns now.. I just didn't know that."

Gamora notices Drax not wearing the same thing Peter, Rocket, and her were wearing, "Drax, why aren't you wearing one of Rocket's and Y/N's aero-rigs?"

"It hurts," Drax just states.

"..It hurts?," she asks.

Drax looks back at her momentarily before explaining, "....I have sensitive nipples."

Suddenly Y/N and Rocket, who were working on wiring Peter's Walkman to speakers, started laughing hard. Y/N stopped working on it with how hard he was laughing.

Rocket starts fake rubbing his nipples, and mocks Drax, "My nipples hurt! Oh, goodness me!"

Drax furiously points at them, "What about them?! What are they doing?!"

"We're wiring up the Walkman, so we can jam out to some bops while working," Y/N tells him.

"How is that a priority?!"

Rocket tells him, "Blame Quill! He's the one that loves music so much!"

Peter speaks up, "No, I actually agree with Drax on this. That's hardly important right now."

"Okay, sure, riiiiiight," Y/N says, not picking up on Peter's seriousness and still chuckling at Drax's sensitive nipples.

Rocket forcibly winks at Peter, because he also isn't picking up on it.

"No, seriously, I side with Drax," Peter insists.

Rocket repeatedly winks at him, "No, I understand that. You're being very serious right now."

"I can clearly see you winking," Drax tells him, furiously.

"Damn it! I'm using my left eye?," Rocket says, no longer winking.

A small growl is heard from the right. 

Y/N and Rocket look down and see Baby Groot, now only nine inches tall or so, angrily throwing aside some foraging Orloni. 

Little Groot then looks up at them and explains, "I am Groot."

"They were not looking at you funny," Rocket tells him.

Y/N just gives Groot a thumbs up.

A loud boom comes from above.

They all looks up as a gigantic beast, a hundred-foot-long Lovecraftian-esque monster, tears through the rift. This creature was called the Abilisk.