WORLD ALONE 一 PETER QUILL

CHAPTER SIX

WORLD ALONE
GIVE A SHIT

     "You called that figured out? We're gonna rob these guys who just beat us senseless."

"Oh, you want to talk about senseless? How about trying to save us by blowing us up?"

"We were only gonna blow you up if they didn't turn you over!"

Oribella rolled her eyes. Gamora moved so she could stand from her uncomfortable seat on the ground and stretch her legs. Oribella sat into her hip and pursed her lips, clearly annoyed.

"And how on earth were they gonna turn us over when you only gave them a count of five?"

"I can't believe I decided to associate myself with bickering five-year-old's," Oribella muttered under breath, loud enough so Gamora could audibly hear her.

"Neither can I," Gamora replied only loud enough so Ori could hear her. She grinned and suppressed a laugh.

"We didn't have time to work out the minutiae of the plan!" Rocket exaggerated, expressing his annoyance more clearly. "This is what we get for acting altruistically!" Rocket looked between Groot and Oribella, shaking his head in disbelief.

"I am Groot."

"They are ungrateful."

"To be quite fair, Peter, let's say you were in trouble. We didn't have to save you, ya know. We could've easily left," Oribella stated, causing Peter to turn his attention to the crossed girl.

"You're hot and all, Ori but I don't know if you'd be beneficial to this team, damn this is a tough decision," Peter candidly spoke.

"There's no decision, Rocket dragged me along!" Oribella protested.

"She's going no where, asshole!" Rocket fired back.

"What's important now is we get the Ravagers' army to help us save Xandar," Gamora interrupted, clearly annoyed with the constant bickering between the group.

Oribella sent a sour look towards Peter as she crossed her arms over her chest and bit the inside of her cheek.

"So we can give the stone to Yondu who's just gonna sell to somebody even worse?" Rocket added.

"I agree with Rocket on this, Yondu isn't known for being a great person. How do we know if he'll even handle the stone properly?" Oribella mentioned. She swayed back an forth on the balls of her feet, nerves building up inside her.

"We'll figure that part out later."

"So we can think of a last minute resort when time comes, right? Cause last minute resorts will work so well with this fucking death-trap shit," Oribella countered.

"We have to stop Ronan," Gamora reminded.

"How?" Rocket barked.

"I have a plan." Oribella rolled her eyes.

"You've got a plan?" Rocket sarcastically asked.

"Yes."

"First of all, you're copying me from when I said I had a plan."

"No, I'm not. People say that all the time. It's not that unique of a thing to say-"

"Secondly, I don't even believe you have a plan," Rocket admitted shamelessly.

"I have part of a plan!" Peter argued.

"Part of a plan? Ha!" Oribella mocked.

"What percentage of a plan do you have?" Drax asked.