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XXVIII

*Vee's POV*

The wound I got from the murder attempt a few weeks ago didn't heal as well as I wanted it to heal. I got stuff to treat it the morning after the attack, and that was way too late. There are four very obvious scars on my cheek now. They look cool, to be honest, but I know that my views will probably change in a few weeks. I'm used to scars, but not on my face. Face scars are hard to hide without make up, and I don't have that here in prison.

The guards finally let me eat in my cell, which is a relief. I've never liked eating with all the other prisoners because most of them despise me, and they made that quite obvious. They'd throw food at me yell slurs. I'm happy I don't have to endure that right now.

I have a cellmate now too. I'm finally not the only woman here, which is kind of a relief. She's almost just as hated as I am. She is one of Thanos his children. Her name is Gamora, she's nice when we're alone, tough when people are walking by. She also knows who I am and what I did, but she doesn't hate me for it. We're in the same boat. We killed people and these prisoners remember all of it.

She has only been here for a few hours, but she's nice to get to know. It can get lonely, being the only woman, so having someone who I can actually talk to is nice.

The door to our cell opened. "Dinner." A guard stated. Gamora stood up, I didn't.

"Come on, Washington, we don't want to be at the end of the line." Gamora said.

"I eat my food here... most prisoners don't really like me."

"Well, they'll dislike me too, so we'll be disliked together. Don't be a pussy." I chuckled before standing up.

"Let's go, I'm hungry."

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We sat down while putting our trays filled with food on the table. One man, who looked pretty terran to me, a raccoon, and a tree sat down at our table.

"Woah, what is a walking raccoon and a breathing tree doing here?" I asked, looking confused.

"I'm not a raccoon, you idiot."

"Sure, trash panda. Whatever you like to believe."

"See! I told ya, raccoon!" The man said. He took a close look at me before speaking up again. "What planet are ya from?"

"Terra, you?"

"No way! Me too! What city?"

"New York, Brooklyn too be exact, born in 1919. You?"

"Missouri, 1980. How did you end up here?"

I swallowed my food before responding. "Ravagers, you know them right?"

He nodded with a confused look on his face. "Yes, I'm one of them."

"Proof it." I said, not believing him.

"How? I don't have my badge."

"With your mark." I pulled my pants down to show my hip, and he looked at it confused.

"They stopped doing that decades ago, when did you join?"

"1924." I answered.

He nodded. "Did you meet Yondu?"

"Who?"

"Yondu Udonta, the leader of the Ravagers?"

I shrugged. "I knew his father, Yobany, he is the person who raised me. He told me all about Yondu last time I saw him... right before he died."

The man let out a hum. "My name is Peter Quill by the way, Star-Lord."

"Vee Washington, you might have known me as Riarran Agent."