"THANKS FOR THE HELP PRINCESS."
"I'M NO PRINCESS."
A SOLDIER AND
AND OUTLAW
TEAM UP TO
SAVE THE GALAXY
{PETER QUILL X FEM!OC}
{GAMORA X MALE!OC}
{GOTG - GOTG 3}
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CHAPTER THREE:
HIT ME WITH YOUR BEST SHOT
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ELEKTRA WINCED as the guards tightened their grip around her biceps, shoving her into a dimly lit room with a black spotted mirror on one side and a small hole to slide her clothes in when she was done undressing.
The binders undid themselves as if of their own free will and Elektra clenched her jaw.
"Prisoner," A distinctly male voice rang over the comms, "You will surrender your clothes immediately for decontamination."
Elektra had the sneaking suspicion the mirror was a two-way glass. "You perverts got nothing better to do except watch me strip?"
As if on cue, three robotic sentinels descended from the ceiling, all of their guns pointed directly at her. Her hackles rose, but she gave in, knowing she didn't have any resources to take them all in a fight, even hand to hand.
She narrowed her gaze at the two way mirror and began to unzip her Starforce uniform, practically hearing the wolf-whistles and catcalls coming from the other side of the mirror. With a hateful glare she stepped out of the uniform and kicked it to the side with her boots.
Her stomach curled as she was left in nothing but her bra and underwear.
The steel door to her right opened and a guard gestured for her to step into the next room.
As soon as she did, Elektra was assaulted with orange liquid hosing her down.
It spewed from all directions, tasting like the chemicals she used to clean and strip ship parts as it covered her mouth and burned her eyes.
She collapsed against the grate behind her from the force of the blast, the guards smirking as it dripped down the curves of her body and stained her skin orange.
Elektra surged forward but was met with the victorious glare of the guards as the sentinels surrounded her once more, her first curling at her side.
Irritation pulsed in her chest and she returned the glares with one of her own as they tossed her into a room with several yellow scrubs, the orange decontaminant dripping from her now wet hair that hung between her shoulder blades.
They'd taken her hairband as well, although Elektra wasn't sure why.
It wasn't like she could kill–no she probably could, never mind.
