"This is so stupid. Why are we doing this Y/N?" Peter whines to you.
You both were currently decorating the space ship for your New Years party.
"Because unlike you. Star Prince. I enjoy the Earth's yearly celebration of the new year."
His groans and rolls his eyes. You sigh heavily and ignore his continued whining.
You weren't of Earth. You were actually a Zen-Whoberis. One of Gamora's race. The only one to survive, besides Gamora, after Ronan destroyed your race.
For some reason, Earth's traditions intrigued you. As did many other things.
"How do we even know if anybody is gonna show up?" Peter says, pulling you out of your thoughts.
"Because, even though I am a Ravenger, I can still have friends who enjoy the same things as I do." You reply smugly.
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A few hours later, everything is set up and people begin to show up. Soon enough, there are other ships "parked" around yours.
The space ship aka "Baby" is bustling with people as everyone starts some early drinking.
"Dammit! Gamora!" You holler over the noise and music.
"What is it Y/N?" Gamora asks when she reaches you.
"Peter just made another mess. Would you mind tossing him into a room so he can sober up? I have to find the streaming program thingy for the live broadcast and clean his shit up."
You were much more tech savvy than Gamora. And less uptight than her as well. That's how you knew how to do all of this stuff. Well, that and a lot of studying mankind culture.
Gamora smiles slightly and nods. She knew how much this meant to you, and decided she would help you.
"Alright Y/N. I'll help you, but promise me you'll ease up a little. You're too tense."
You smile and nod.
"I'll do that."
You quickly hurry off and grab the necessary items.
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A few more hours later, it's 11:00 pm and you still haven't gotten the streaming on. The things you had gotten were not doing what they were supposed to and a few parts were faulty. You were starting to lose hope as the time drew near.
Exhaustion had taken over and you sat down in a corner. This was supposed to be fun. New year. New you. Ugh, you hated that saying, but it meant something to you in a weird way.
At the ball drop, you wanted to kiss someone special. To be honest, you had a huge crush on Peter. Obviously everyone knew it except Peter.
Tears started to well up and you place your head in your hands. Maybe this was just a bad idea. Maybe Peter was right. This was just a waste of time.
"I am Groot?" You hear as you feel someone sit beside you.
"Hey Groot. Yeah, I'm ok. Just a little stressed is all." You say smiling lightly. You look up and Groot smiles. Ish.
He wipes away your fallen tears.
"I am Groot."
"You really think things will turn out ok?"
The plant nods and pats your back. A smiles creeps it's way up to your lips and you nod.
"Thanks Groot."
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A little ways off, Peter, Rocket, Drax, and Gamora watch you two.
"You are such an idiot. A plant comforts her better then you do!" Rocket exclaims. Honestly, Rocket thought the whole New Years thing was absolutely bonkers, but like Gamora, he knew how much it meant to you. And he respected that .... kinda.
Peter rolls his eyes and looks down. Yeah, maybe he was being a bit of a jerk.
"I've got an idea." Gamora says slowly. "But I'll need all of your guys' cooperation."
The last statement came out as more of a command. The three look at Gamora and nod wordlessly. They all knew not to stand in the way of a woman and her goals.
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It was 11:58 and the others were no where to be found.
"Hey Bree? Have you seen the guys?" You ask your friend and she shakes her head.
You sigh heavily and shake your head. This night is turning out worse than planned.
You sit down at the makeshift bar and pout. This sucks.
All of a sudden, a huge projection of New York City Town Square shows up outside.
Seriously, like a big projection in space. Your jaw dropped as you see the clock hit 11:49. Joy bursts inside of you as you fight to hold back a squeal.
Someone taps your shoulder and you see four loveable idiots grinning at you with pride.
"Did you guys do this?" You ask incredulously.
"Yes, we did." Peter says. A small blush taints his cheeks and you hop off your seat and hug him tightly.
"Thank you so much." You say while pulling away with a big grin.
Everyone then started counting down
"Ten .... Nine .... Eight .... Seven .... Six .... Five .... Four ... Three .... Two .... One . Happy New Year!"
Everyone shouts as they turn to their partner or random person and hug or kiss them.
You start to turn to Peter but he has grabbed you by the waste and pulled you to his chest.
He kisses you softly and pulls back. You look at him in shock and he chuckles nervously and takes a step back.
"Uh, Happy New Years?" He says in a question like manner.
You just laugh and pull him in for another kiss. Once you two had pulled away, you both began to grin like idiots while the others not so discreetly watched.
"Happy New Years Star Lord."
Ahh hope you guys enjoyed.
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