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Translators Are Scary

And welcome to me going threw a Peter Quill faze.

YOU POV:

I was listening to music while looking at the view of outside Knowhere. The Guardians ran into the Ravagers here. At first it was a, civil interaction. Mostly catching up with Yondu and the others telling stories from when Peter was younger. Like how he once blew a hole in the ship. Then one of the Ravagers tried to talk to me but I only speak English so I had to explain that I don't have a translator. Which sparked a whole discussion about why? The Ravagers said they have plenty and I can buy one from them. Only a couple units. But I couldn't get everyone to shut up about it so I left the group. Peter walked up to me with a box. I paused my music and took my headphones off.

"I got your food to go since you never came back" said Peter.

"Thanks" I said taking the box.

"Do you want to talk about it" asked Peter.

"Talk about what" I asked.

"Why you left in a hurry like that" said Peter.

I looked down at the box in my hands and then back up at Peter.

"I'm scared of translators" I said.

Peter chuckled and I frowned him.

"Sorry, I just never heard that before" said Peter.

"Well it's true. I'm not sure why but I am. The idea of having one put inside me terrifies me. Which is why I started learning Xandarian so that way I can at least some what talk" I said.

"But that also means that you have to learn multiple languages in order to keep up" said Peter.

"I know" I said.

"Why did you never say anything" asked Peter.

"Because it never mattered before" I said.

Peter and I found a table outside to sit at while I ate my food. I am hungry and do want food.

"How many languages do you speak" asked Peter.

"Like five, six if you count Xandarian but the rest are all earth" I said.

We were silent as I ate. I guess there isn't much to talk about. After a couple minutes the Guardians and a few Ravagers came over to us.

"A translator is 569 units if you want one" said Yondu as the others sat at the table.

"No, not today" I said.

More like not ever possibly but I have found that with aliens when you say that you don't want a translator all you ever hear is 'oh, you'll change your mind'. Reminds me of earth when a women says she doesn't want kids. People think they know you better then you know yourself.

"That's actually pretty cheap for a translator" said Gamora.

"Yes but I don't want one. They scare me" I said.

There was a mix of snickers and confusion. I remember I wanted to be a, warrior let's say, like my father. We had to have a translator put inside of us though and I panicked and left. I talked to someone that my, dad, works with about it. Also yes I have family problems. Anyway we talked about it and I did have a clip on. Till it broke in battle.

"Why" asked Drax.

"I don't know. I think it's just growing up on Terra everything like that is demonized and you're taught to fear it" I said.

There is a Christian belief that humans wanted to over throw God or something so God created multiple languages to confuse us. But I know that if translators were a common thing on earth then the Christians would say it's the devil.

"How come Quill wasn't scared" asked Rocket.

"Eight years is not the same as 18 years" I said.

"Plus we gave him one right after we took him. So he might of been scared of them" said Kraglin.

Although if you are abducted by aliens I'm sure anything they do is scary.