The Path of Time ★ [3] ✔ (EDITING)

Architects of Destruction

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"What kind of name is 'Guardians of the Galaxy?' If you guard the 'galaxy', how come I've never heard of you?"

"Shellhead's got a point," Clint added. "You're like Ben Affleck's creepy brother who nobody knows the name of?"

"Casey?" Nat said.

"That's it!"

I leaned against a table off from the group outside Primavera's tent. The Avengers and the Guardians were conversing, Stark and Clint pulling the piss out of the newcomers, and it was quite clear that this was going to end in tears.

"What kind of name is 'Avengers'?" the raccoon, Rocket, snarled back. "What kind of bullshit do you do?"

Sam nudged Steve standing next to him like a brick wall, arms crossed and stone-faced. "Language."

Steve sent him a don't even start glare his way.

"We avenge injustices," Stark fired back.

"And we guard the galaxy, including shrimps like you," the raccoon retorted.

"Shrimps?" Clint countered. "Dude, you come up to my knee."

"You better check yourself, bird brain."

"Watch it, rat face."

"Enough!" Steve stood in between the archer and the raccoon, a stern, warning finger pointing at Stark as well. "We're not here to argue. We're here to help."

This wasn't going according to plan. I assumed that the idea of this 'collaboration' (inverted commas completely intended) was to help the Walkers fight off Eon and his army, not argue about shrimps.

"You must be Andromeda." I turned to the leader of the Guardians who stood next to me. "Sirius has told me a lot about you. So, you're the Chosen One?"

"Please don't call me that," I grunted back as I watched Rocket trying to tear into Hawkeye, the big tree guy holding the little mammal back and the archer grinning stupidly in victory.