star princess (ThorQuill)

PART ONE

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"Hey, y'all prepare yourself for the Rubberband Man.

You never heard a sound like the Rubberband Man.

You're bound to lose control when the Rubberband starts to jam.".

"SING IT, DRAX!" The 30 odd year old man yelled to his crew member as he bopped his head to the beat of 'The Spinners.' Space travel has been quite a long process.

You know how you have a road trip or a vacation and for the first 15 minutes of the car ride you feel nothing but excitement, and then you're completely bored out of your mind for the next 8 hours? Well that's how rides like these are, and Peter Quills music is one of the very few forms of entertainment to keep the space crew on their toes.

"Why are we doing this again?" The small striped mammal asked from his seat. Rocket has always been quite the hard headed fur ball, but everyone on ship new deep down he had a heart, he just over shadows it with his arrogance.

"It's a distress signal Rocket." The green female informed. "Someone could be dying."

"I get that, but why are we doing it." He emphasized his thought.

"Cause we're nice." Peter interjected. "And maybe whoever is sending it will give us a little cheddar cheese for our help-"

"Which isn't the point." Gamora cut off.

"-Which isn't the point...I mean...if he doesn't pony up."

"We'll take his ship."

"Exactly!"

"B-B-B-BINGO!" Peter declared, receiving a small glare from the daughter of Thanos.

"We are arriving." A small voice from the back announced as the group made their way into an asteroid field.

"Alright guardians, don't forget this might be dangerous so let's put on our mean faces."Peter stated, looking back at the crew. He noticed the teenaged plant focusing on a small video game he found a while ago in his backpack. It was one of the few things he had from home, with games such as Mario, Sonic, or even some older ones like Tetris.

"Groot, put that things away, now. I don't wanna tell you again." But after a few seconds, the only response he received was the still sound of beeping and clicking. "Groot." He warned, looking back once more.

"I am Groot." The tree shot back.

"Whoah, language! You got some acorns on you kid." Peter exclaimed rather loudly.

"Ever since you gotten to be a little sap you've been a total D-hole. Keep it up, and I'm gonna smash that thing to pieces!" The raccoon, or trash panda, as some referred him as, shouted.

"What happened?" They had examined the bodies and debris of some form of explosion.

"Oh my god. Looks like we're not getting paid-" An unfortunate body slammed against the glass of the Milano, causing a disruption within the group.

"Wipers, Wipers! Get it off now!" Rocket shouted in fright.

••••••••

Peter examined the man lying on the table. He furrowed his eyebrows as he felt a sudden warmness in his upper chest and arms.

"It's like his muscles are made of Cotati metal fiber." Gamora stated, picking up his arm, mushing her fingers into the fabrics of his own upper arms.

"Stop massaging his muscles." Peter warned slightly, but it was odd. He didn't say it because he was jealous that she was touching the unknown and not him, but something else. But Peter couldn't quite put his finger on it.