the alcohol thing is a joke i don't have anything against anyone who drinks
-Peter Quill-
He ran out into the middle of the crater and winced as every single one of his weird puppet guys ran at him.
His headache was getting worse, but it wasn't as bad as Peter, who, by the looks of his demons, was struggling to stand.
"If you could hurry, that'd be great!" Bucky screamed.
"Shush! I don't want to touch any of these guys!"
"Too bad!"
Quill sighed. He pushed through the first few guys.
To his terror, all of them turned towards him.
Peter's screams stopped.
"Uh..." Quill laughed nervously. "Hey, guys. Sorry about that. I'll just be grabbing the stone and going."
He dashed through the crowd. Drax came out and punched a few of them in the center of their big blobs of faces.
"Go, Quill. I can handle them,"
"You can't!" Mantis ran out and began weakly helping Drax.
Quill ran out and grabbed the stone. It burned him a bit, but it didn't hurt too bad.
"What are you waiting for?! Kill them!"
"Oh! Yeah!"
With one swipe of his arm, all of the blob demons turned into the same ash that they had turned into earlier.
"That wasn't too bad." He muttered when
"Speak for yourself," Peter mumbled. He was leaned lazily against Bucky, and he looked exhausted.
"Sorry about that." Quill chuckled nervously.
"About what? You stopped it."
"I mean—yeah, but— but you—"
"Shut up. You're making my brain hurt from your self-loathing." Bucky rubbed his forehead. "It's like a hangover."
"This is what a hangover feels like?" Peter groaned. "I'm never ever going to drink alcohol."
"Good choice."
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