• Stars Align •||• Peter Quill X Female Reader •

Chapter 5 - The Deal

Two muscular arms keep my torso locked in place as I just barely wake up from a fitful sleep. My eyes dart across the cell. The door is wide open with a group of prisoners flooding in, wanting to watch or take part. A prisoner restraints Gamora while another holds a knife to her neck. She tries to break free, but even she can't match the strength. Fear grows in her eyes once she realizes that there's no escape.

"Let me go! Get the hell off me!" "You're going with her, Ronan sympathizer," the one holding me growls. His breath hits the back of my neck, making me cringe. "I couldn't give two shits about Ronan! Let me go!" I insist, trying to escape.

I can only squirm around. His grip gets tighter around me as he cackles at my failed attempts. His arms press against my ribcage, restricting my breathing. I realize that I can't do anything and I finally go limp.
"Good girl," one of them taunts. "Smart of you to give up now." Everyone snickers at me. "Let's finish this," the prisoner with the knife declares.

The ones holding us begin walking us out of our cell. I look around again. A guard leans over the railing, not paying attention to what they're doing. "Hey, you! I could transfer you all the units you could imagine if you make them let us go," I call out to him. "Deal?"
He just shakes his head and instructs, "Take 'em down to the showers. It'll be easier to clean up the blood down there." He doesn't even look back at us.

Gamora grunts, trying to escape one final time before we're rushed in the direction of the showers. Anger fills my chest. "YOU SON OF A BITCH! I'LL KILL YOU!" I yell to the guard. "I'LL KILL ALL OF YOU! YOU'RE A FUCKING PUSSY!" My head turns in all different directions, wondering where Peter's cell is.

Next thing I know, we're in the showers. Gamora is slammed against a wall, with three knives to her neck. The prisoner on me turns my body to face her, holding my head in place so that I can't turn away. "Now you can see what'll happen to you," he whispers. "Gamora, consider this a death sentence for your crimes against the galaxy," threatens the one holding the knife.

"You dare?" A deep voice booms behind everybody.

We all turn to see a muscular man with grey and red skin. "You know who I am, yes?" he asks the one with the knife. "You're Drax... The Destroyer." "And you know why they call me this..." He looms closer and closer to Gamora. "You slayed dozens of Roman's minions."

"Ronan murdered my wife, Ovette, and my daughter, Camaria. He slaughtered them where they stood." Drax turns to me. "And he laughed!" he shouts. I flinch just a bit. "Her wicked life is not worth protecting." He turns to the knife guy. "And not yours to take. He killed my family. I shall kill one of his in return."

"Of course, Drax. Here. I..." He hands Drax his knife. Swiftly, Gamora grabs the two knives on her sides and breaks the bones of both wielders. She takes their knives in both of her own hands, bringing them against both Drax's and the knife guy's necks.

I quickly drop out of the arms of my captor and send an elbow to his side. I whirl my head around and throw a punch to his gut. He launches far across the room, not making any sound other than his body hitting the ground.

What? What the hell is going on with me?! This doesn't happen that often!

A million thoughts run through my head at once, but I can only watch what's happening with Gamora. As do the two men, only glancing at what I've just done to their fellow prisoner. "I'm no family to Ronan or Thanos," Gamora declares. She backs away from them and drops the knives, staring them down. "I'm your only hope at stopping him."

Drax lets out a battle cry, wrapping his huge hand around her throat. Gamora yells in pain as her back slams hard against the wall again. "Woman, your words mean nothing to me!" Drax brings a knife to her neck. I begin to march my way toward Drax, cracking my knuckles in preparation.