𝟏-𝟖𝟎𝟎-𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒.

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warning: bit of language 

author's note: soo ... in case you weren't aware: hot girls drop off the face of the earth, then suddenly get an urge to start writing and complete requests from a year ago

word count: 1,212

requested by: @Trash_O3O

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"Well, this is not how I expected this distress call to turn out."

"How the hell is this dude still alive?"

"He is not a dude. You're a dude." Drax was not stopping his onslaught. "This... this is a man.  A handsome, muscular man."

"I'm muscular." Peter looked offended, and you snickered a little at the bullying he was experiencing. 

Rocket snorted. "Who are you kidding, Quill? You're one sandwich away from fat." 

"Yeah, right." He was trying to evade now. 

"It's true. You have put on a little weight." Drax told him, gesturing to his chin and stomach.

Peter's mouth dangled open. "What? Y/N, do you think I've...?" 

You ignored your fellow Guardians, utilizing some selective hearing, a trick you had learned after a few months on the Milano. "Mantis, how is he feeling?"

She placed her hands gently on the man's forehead. "He is anxious, angry. He feels tremendous loss and guilt."

You furrowed your brows. Everyone was somewhat focused on Peter, but your attention was completely captured by the injured man in front of you. 

"It's like a pirate had a baby with an angel." Drax muttered, raking his eyes over the man.

"Wow." Peter was not paying attention to the situation at hand. "This is a real wake-up call for me. I'm gonna get a bowflex. I'm gonna commit, I'm gonna get some dumbbells."

"You know you can't eat dumbbells, right?" You rolled your eyes. Rocket always had a quip. 

Gamora cautiously grabbed the man's forearm. "It's like his muscles are made of Cotati metal fibers..."

Peter looked over at you, as if to confirm you were seeing the same thing. "She's massaging his muscles! Stop massaging his muscles." 

Gamora dropped his arm. It hit the metal with a thunk. Rock solid. 

Peter met Mantis' big eyes. "Wake him up."

You hesitated, "Uh, are you sure we should just-?"

But Mantis' antennae were already glowing, and she softly whispered, "Wake."

The man jolted up. All of you jumped about a foot in the air, and the man shoved you to get off the table. He stumbled a little, his back towards you. Slowly, he turned, and you caught sight of one blue eye. It were haunting, almost ghastly in contrast to the grime on his face.

You had pulled your two favorite guns from your belt, ready to defend your friends. This guy was hot, but you were the goddamn Guardians of the Galaxy. The man panted heavily. 

"Who the hell are you guys?"

Oh, shit. You could melt.

After brief introductions, an interesting dick-measuring competition took place between Quill, and the man you came to know as Thor. As Thor and Gamora discuss the stones, Peter grabs you by elbow to pull you aside. 

"He likes her." He whispered, glaring across the ship.

"What?" You said at a regular volume. "Quill, we don't have time for this."